"Because I would have fucked you had I seen you naked" the serenity of his words was infuriating."Oh!" she scoffed, dismissing his statement as if he had joked, "How low life of you to offer your wife's clothes to strangers""You know what" he breathed in her hair, "You're right", his whisper shook her core, about to say the words that landed on her thirsty ears sensually,"You shouldn't be wearing them. Take them off" Somewhere in the untraceable part within, she relaxed, realising that he was still the insane man he knew, that his vulgar demands were still just as desperate. A wide grin spread over her lips, satisfied that his dirty words complimented the hardness pressing in between her ass cheeks. Her breath became harder when his hand came from behind, holding her neck in a grasp possessively, bringing her ear closer to his lips. "Something tells me you're liking this"And she did. She liked every second of it. For once they were on the same page of their needs, and as much t
Hours had past after the party, but the action inside Don's room was far from coming to the conclusion."I am done" she spoke breathless, letting her legs limp in his arms as he held them tight on the table.He had taken it upon his heart to keep up to her demand of 'faster. No matter how many times she begged for the opposite afterwards, her screams reverberated beyond his earshot. When the comfort of mattress became too comfortable, he had effortlessly intertwined her legs behind his back, picking her up, swiftly sending the contents on the table to the floor before making it her throne."No you're not" his ragged breathe followed, his head dipped inside the crook of her neck as she held him by his shoulder, his wild thrusting continuing inside her pussy. "Pleeeeeeaseeee" she moaned, turning her neck to the ceiling, unconsciously awarding more surface for his teeth to leave the marks behind. "Tell me you love me" his whisper spoke in the chaos, finally retracting from her neck, d
He watched as she slept defenselessly, a pillow tucked under her leg as she dearly held another one under her arm. His gaze briefly moved over her exposed leg, slipping towards her soft thigh, finally culminating in the cherished part of her body hidden under the sheets. The sight made his heart beat fast.With a sharp breathe he composed himself, tightening his tie in front of the mirror, avoiding the gaze of his own eyes.At some point in the night, she had cried. Tears didn't trickle down her cheeks quietly. As much as she had wanted to shed them that way, the reality was far too devastating to ponder silently upon. And so even at the cost of bursting in front of her enemy, she had, knowing there was nothing more for him to destroy now.He didn't soothe her, neither would he ever if it came to the subject. He had no regret for his actions. Had the usual circumstances been, he would have devised cruelest punishment for a wife on pills. He remembered till date the torturous ways he
Inaya's room was deserted, as if someone had rummaged through her toys before leaving havoc behind, a sight far too common to be alarmed by. She shut the door close to open her room, finding no one inside.Her anxiety truly kicked in when Sia too was nowhere to be seen, she was meant to stick with her daughter, but during past few weeks Tara had noticed Sia's distracted demeanor. She hadnt inquired what went in sia's mind for the sake of her privacy, but when it started impinging upon ignorance towards Inaya, Tara was becoming skeptical day by day. It wasn't until today that Tara felt herself losing her patience on the young servant. Tara felt her headache intensifying as she walked through the hallway in long strides. In no time, she was jogging where she knew she would found Don. As much as he was the last man she wanted to see today, he was the only one who would know where the baby was. She made a mental note of complaining about Sia, Tara didnt want to be a villain, but she could
Except for the indespicable snore, Tara wondered if little miss Frantino had acquired anything from her mother. Probably not. Even in her slumber she looked like a female version of her father.Tara slowly untangled her hand from the little Donavan's, getting off the bed as quietly as possible. She couldn't but stay a moment longer to admire her child. She had spent entire day asking herself whether her actions were truly worth the risk, but the moment her child had engulfed her in her little arms, she knew she was only doing what was necessary,Someone had to.Looking over the sweaty bodies reveling in the buzzing club, Don stood in the VIP section on the upper floor.Don hadn't stopped thinking about the woman in his home, cuddled in his bed. He had found himself zoned out more than couple times, hoping to crawl back into the same mess they created. He was sure she didn't want to see him again, let alone sleep with the man who had nothing less than threatened to impregnate her agai
She remembered gulping three shots of what the bartender had called "on the house". It wasn't after all everyday a pretty woman confessed she had never been intoxicated before. As much as the throat burning liquid was, it did its job impeccably, even more so that its effects slowly crawled outside the circle of her assumptions. She felt delirious, unreasonably thrilled and instead of seeing the man as a danger, he looked like a walking meat on the stick, deliciously palatable, garnished with his own kind of provocative wrath, the one that evoked all the wrong thoughts at once. His height easily stood out in the mass of reckless revelers, hands voluptuously sweeping across his body to catch his attention. She smiled when he denied to as much as look at the faces of the owners of hands that tried to evade space that did not belong to them. His gaze though undoubtably promised punishment, alcohol quickly told her to not listen to her mind, that all the danger that was lurking over her
Her heart beat skyrocketed when he leaned into her seat, inhaling her scent for a moment before pulling the seatbelt, locking it. His gaze briefly lingered over her exposed legs, finding it hard not to. She suppressed a gasp when his Mercedes revved out of the parking lot like a bullet. She looked out the window, distracting herself with the world outside, realising that no matter how strong the lemon shot was, it wasn't enough to suppress a long practiced habit of fear in his vicinity. She kept her gaze straying away from his, afraid to intensify the sinking feeling. Much to her misfortune he didn't share the same plan.Her tongue stung when her teeth pierced on the poor flesh, erupting shivers all across her flesh when his hand rested on her thigh, only resting at first and then stroking — softly, dangerously — like quiet before the tempest. When her dreadful eyes travelled to him in explanation, he didn't betray a glimpse of emotion. And that, she knew, was not good. Him pulling a
Chirping of crickets residing on the roadside shrubs halted for seconds as a luxurious Mercedes passed by, now driving within the specified limits. The silence within car was suffocating, his hold on her thigh tightening. He was not pleased by the way she had acted minutes ago, playing victim as if he was kidnapping her. Yes, she should have been scared, nothing sort of romance awaited her in his suite, but she should have carried a sense of responsibility, at least in the situations that demanded it. He had no doubt he was going to lose it tonight. She had fucked up a big time tonight. "I don't think he believed me" she mumbled under her breath, looking out the window. Of course"What makes you say that sweetheart?" he asked, mockery drenching his voice, veneering the fact that he did not want to hear her speak unless she was told to. "They're following us" He looked at her and then in the front mirror, finding no one behind them. Yet he did not take her assumption for foolish