Sorry about the late update. Didn't finish the chapter yesterday and I had some shopping to do.
Zayd had been annoyed when everyone crowded his room, eating from the two casserole dishes Marcia brought. They were situated in the middle of the bed, both containing different contents. It was nothing special as Marcia said. She did something simple, and yet it tasted extraordinary. She made some
Quinn looked over at Zayd before nodding slowly. “I did.” Zayd’s eyes narrowed. “Goddess, Quinn…don’t tell me you’re going to leave your sick mate and go out for a run with his annoying mother…” “I…I promised.” She stood up, even though his eyes told her not to. “It won’t take long, I’ll be back b
Quinn lied…she didn’t come back, not until it was time for his discharge. That was when she barged in, wearing a different set of clothes from what she had on. She wore a purple, mid-thigh shorts that was loose around her hips and a white crop top. Her red hair was caught in a messy bun atop of her
Zayd took up the fork, filling it with rice and dipping it in the gravy before shoving it towards her. “Here…take the first bite, I’ll eat it after I confirm that I won’t die.” Quinn would’ve punched him if he wasn’t injured, but she kept her hands by her side as she leaned towards the fork. He pul
Quinn guided his c*ck between her folds, sliding it against her clit and then fixating it at the very edge of her entrance. Her green eyes found Zayd’s, staring deep and lustfully as she slowly slid down, burying him inch by inch inside. His eyebrows knitted and the aloof expression on his face los
Every time they made love, it felt better and better…she kept thinking that there couldn’t be a moment better than their last, but he always managed to surprise her. The length of his c*ck, the thickness of it...was true perfection. She knew now that it was designed for nobody other than her. The h
Delilah sat on the floor in the dungeon, looking down at her stomach with eyes that were as red as blood. She’d been crying for more than a day now; non-stop. She hadn’t eaten a thing, hadn't drunk a sip of water. He’d succeeded…he’d succeeded in completely breaking her…he’d won. Delilah choked do
Delilah’s hand gripped around the pocket knife, just as the door was pushed open again. Beatrice stood to her feet immediately, looking back at Jake who seemed more murderous than ever. He glanced down at Delilah on the floor and then back at her. “What did I tell you? What did I f*cking tell you?!”