I could barely even adjust to the new position before his hand was slipping between my thighs, sliding up my cleft, then working my clit with just the right amount of pressure.
"I think I've earned this." He said."Yes..." I moaned powerfully.Without telling my hand what to do, my free hand moved down the center of his chest and abdomen, feeling the muscles twitch under the contact as I blazed a path downward. My fingers impatiently worked his button and zipper free before caressing my palm on the bulging length of his hard cock that was straining against the material of his boxer briefs. A rumbling noise moved through Hollis's chest at the contact, making his fingers thrust inside me in response. My mouth broke from his own with a low moan as I leaned back, snapping my fingers away and offering a balance to my body by placing my arm on the counter behind me, and angling up to look at him.His dark eyes were heated and laden with his desire. Inside me,I couldn’t claim I didn’t want him anymore, because I do. I couldn’t keep throwing this forced marriage in his face if I clearly enjoyed being with him. Secondly, I just let him fuck me without protection. Without protection! I’ve always been insanely careful about things like that. I had to get an implant last year because I couldn't help forgetting to take my pills. I always made use of condoms. Always! I've never in my entire life, even as a young girl, let someone have this level of intimacy with me before. Not only was it a huge deal to me, but Hollis's sexual life before now was something to worry about. Which meant I could get an STD. Oh, God. But even as these important thoughts were crossing my mind, so was another one. Hollis was shot. He was shot, and I could feel the hot, sticky blood from his wound moving down my side and soaking my dress. My hands pressed into his chest and pushed him backwards. "Jesus! We are definitely crazy. You’re bleeding,"
I've never been good with pretense, so I nodded instead. "I've been worried about you. Thank God you're fine." Britney continued, but I didn't say a word."Umm, I'm sorry for my outburst, yesterday. That was very stupid of me. Please forgive me."I wasn't sure her apology was coming from a place of absolute genuineness. So I just nodded again."Are you free, we could go to the garden and spend some time... With Rocco of course." She offered.I wanted to say no, but I thought about it. What could possibly happen? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. She wouldn't dare try to upset me again. Not after the warning from Don Genovese and his wife."Okay, time in the garden sounds nice," I replied.Brittney smiled happily and looped her arm around mine. 'Surprise.'We ended up sitting on one of the benches in the garden. "I'm really sorry about yesterday. Not just because of what I said, but the interruption and all. We've never had such an episode in the Vill
I tried to find the words to explain to her that Hollis wasn’t evil as she was trying so hard to paint him, but she wasn’t done. "From what I've gathered so far, Hollis has wanted you in his bed from the moment he ventured into Fairview and I think it's not for genuine reasons. You indirectly have in hand in the death of a Genovese. This marriage might be his own way of getting back at you. Maybe with time, he'll start dishing out the punishments." "Stop making crazy assumptions, Britney. My husband...""You’re like a new to this type of life, you're like a new toy to him but this won’t last. I’ll help you get out if you're in. But I'll have to get all the evidence you need to get you on the same page. Then you tell me if you want to leave or not."I shook my head. "Hollis would never hurt me. His family have been nothing too kind and accommodating. They all love me." I found myself sounding so weak and defensive, even though I could tell that I was beginning to be
The next couple of days moved on slowly. I was withdrawn and worried. Britney's words kept tugging at my mind. Hollis was an absolute gentleman throughout this period. He thought I was withdrawn because of the incident that took place at the Villa, but that is far from it. I avoided the Dojo and Maxine entirely. Spent most of the day in our bedroom and only entered the sitting room and the kitchen only when I was certain nobody was around. I was gradually stepping into a hole of self-preservation and Hollis was doing all he could to get me out, but I wasn't letting him. Alessia seemed miserable and helpless during this period, but I really didn't care. On the fourth day, I finally got myself to go downstairs, when I confirmed that Hollis stepped out of the house. When I got outside, the morning sun was already steaming the waterlogged lawn, making the air stifling. No wind blew through the trees. No birds chirped. I could see Hug
Hollis woke me up with a gentle tap. Since he insisted that I must sleep in his bed, I did. But instead of placing my pillow under my head, I hugged it to myself. This prevented me from turning over to Hollis during the night. Although the pattern wasn't hundred percent certified. It did get the job done when coupled with determination. I opened my eyes and the sight of Hollis's tired face gave me a scare. He looked tired, exhausted and worked up. "I need to talk to you Baby." He said to me, I sat up immediately and turned to face him, wondering how long he had been sitting there. Looking at the bedside clock, it was just a few minutes past ten. So I've probably only slept for less than an hour. He was wearing a red T-shirt, making his beautiful features even more noticeable to me. I was now sure that he did these things on purpose. He was seated on the edge of the bed. "You’re still angry with me," Hollis said after alm
I sat up quickly, staring at him in awe. "How... How did you survive it?"He shrugged. "My parents searched for a cure everywhere." He smiled. "It wasn't easy on them. Especially my Mom. There was no cure. Eventually, my father met someone, a surgeon who believed he could make me well again, off the records. It was a huge risk, a fifty-fifty sort of thing and very expensive because we were doing it off the books. We took the risk and here we are." He said."How old were you when you had the surgery?""Thirteen.""Did you know the risks involved?" I asked.He nodded. "My parents told me."I slid down, back into his embrace and released a breath. "You are such a fighter." I whispered."Coming from you, I'll take that as a big compliment. Now tell me, what was your nickname?""Bookworm." I laughed. "I had a boring childhood." I added."Well, I'm here to make your adulthood a memorable one.""And you're doing that so well." I smiled and snuggled t
I woke up the next morning to an empty bed. Thinking that Hollis had left without telling me, I sprang up from the bed and ran straight to the living room, where I met him seated with Maxine and Castello, speaking in a hushed tone.His eyes glowed when he saw me, and I literally ran into his arms before looking up to meet the gaze of a smiling Maxine and Castello."I thought you'd left without telling me." I murmured against my husband's shirt."I would never do that." He replied and kissed my hair. "Hungry?" He asked.I shook my head and took a seat opposite him, flashing a smile at my brothers-in-law. Hollis bent forward and stole a kiss before he continued speaking with his brothers. God knows I didn't hear a single word of what he was saying, I was just staring at the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. He looked way better and more rested than last night and that alone told me how much our quarrels affect him.When Maxine and
Hollis and his brothers left, as he said, later in the day. I spent a chunk of the day, dialing my father's phone and sending him messages. But he refused to neither pick up my calls nor reply to my messages. Same thing he's been doing for a while now. There were lots of things I needed to sort out. Like why does Hugh think I'm in danger, and why would my father approach Fredrick of all people to help save me? Fredrick isn't even on the list of my friends and I haven't seen him for years now. So, how come Hugh was so sure my father reached out to Fredrick on my behalf? When it was obvious my father wasn't going to pick his calls, I called my mother instead, and she explained that my father was out of the state at the moment on a project he was working on at his new place of work. "What sort of project is that?" I asked. "Construction baby." She replied. "How come you're just mentioning this?" I asked my Mom. "Well
We drove down a clear road, surrounded by mountains and hills, and then through cave-like closings. "Where are you taking me?" I asked, trying to keep the panic out of my voice. "I’m taking you home, Emmah Landon," Gideon said, and he looked at me with that goddamn devastating crooked grin. "It's Emmah Huxley. We're divorced." I reminded him. "Yet, you're wearing a ring that would stop other men from coming close." He winked at me, obviously pleased with himself. I ignored him. But why do I have a ring on my goddamn finger? Let's see... I'm yet to get over Gideon... Of course not. I just didn't want to be disturbed by any man, relationship-wise. And... Well, and nothing. "This is not the road to my home," I said, my fingers nervously circling around my ring finger. I saw him flick his eyes over to me, and there was something almost predatory in that lazy, easy smile. "It is now," he said. I tried not to look at the muscles in his arms or how his legs were spread carelessly
He hurled me over his shoulder and started toward the side of the gas station where a black car was readily in wait. I screamed, yelled, scratched his back, yet nothing. Well, I might as well be hitting a brick wall. The area was deserted, there was no one to help, and my screams weren't getting me anywhere. There was nothing hurried about his steps; he took his time, and when we got to the car, he threw me in the back seat and filed in behind me. "Drive." He said, and that was it, his driver or whoever that robotic-looking man was, started the car. "How... What are you doing here?" I asked him, frantic. "How did you know where I was?" He didn’t answer right away, instead, he leaned back in his seat and said, "I've been on your tail for the longest time. There is this thing called a tracker. Since you've refused to see or hear me out, I had to be creative." I knew that must be the situation, but it still took my breath away. "You're kidnapping me, why?" I asked breathlessly
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I swallowed, somehow having a faint idea of where all of this was going. A slight laugh escaped my husband's lips, and those damn twinkling eyes of his took me in again, like he'd just seen me and he finds me so endearing, and that look alone made my heart gallop. He placed a kiss on my shoulder. Pleasure shot through me and I inhaled sharply in response. Without warning, he threw me down on our bed. I gasped, my heart soaring when he dropped me, then bottoming out when my bare back hit the cool sheets. Hollis grabbed my bodice, and pushed it up, exposing my ass to his view. I shifted my weight back on the bed, intending to work my way closer to the middle, but before I could, he grabbed my bare legs and dragged me closer to the edge of the bed. On instinct, I grabbed the mattress to prevent myself from falling. "Hollis you..." Before I could finish my sentence, his face was between my thighs. My tummy turned over. "Oh..." When he put his mouth in my cunt, I almost
Hollis yanked off my bra and cupped my exposed skin, teasing over my nipples. My body was a complete inferno even before his lips were moving from mine.I wanted him inside of me and the release as much as I wanted my next breath. But not quite as much as I wanted to show him how much I love him and how happy he makes me.So before he could continue his kisses down my chest and toward my breasts, I pulled back, meeting his gaze, making him watch as I went down on my knees in front of him.My hands landed on his knees and slid forward up his thighs. I watched as an expression of surprise and pleasure crossed his gorgeous face.Then I reached for his fly and pulled out his thick, straining cock, pushing it into my open mouth. "Fuck, baby," he groaned, pushing his cock at the base and tracing my lower lip with his thumb. Then he pulled it out and a gush of precum sipped out. "Lick it," he demanded, holding it and my tongue moved out to trace over his head, tasting him, wetting him mor
"I told you, Baby," Hollis said as we made our way to the front door after our goodbyes. "You didn’t need to be nervous." "I’m worried about my father," I admitted, linking my arm through his own."Why?" He asked, seeming genuinely interested as Nero pulled up with our car, and Hollis pushed me in before sliding in beside me. "He seems withdrawn," I told him, shrugging. "And that isn’t how my father is.""Things have taken a sudden turn and he still blames himself for all of this. He thinks he's the one that put you with me," Hollis said, shrugging."He just doesn't know that it's destiny. One way or the other, we were bound to be together. Don't worry, next time, it will be better." He said. "By next time, do you mean my Mom's next birthday?" I asked, my heart sinking a little at the idea. "I meant the next family function," he replied, shrugging. "I believe there are going to be many of them.""You’re going to let me go?" I asked."Let
"Your wife?" My father came closer. "I didn't stutter. You heard me. Yes, my wife," Hollis said in a firm voice, erasing the distance between them. "Hollis..." I called, pressing a hand into his stomach. Sensing the plea in my face or my voice, his jaw loosened. "I'll go get you a glass of juice." He offered. "I'll like that," I said, nodding, giving him my silent gratitude. "I’ll be right back," he replied, squeezing me gently on the hip, before walking off. "I hoped you’d be happy to see me," I said to my father as soon as Hollis left, but I noticed that his gaze followed Hollis until he heard me speak. I didn't try to hide the vulnerability in my voice. I was upset. And I wasn’t accustomed to hiding that around my family. "Oh, my baby." My father called, his anger falling and getting replaced almost immediately with sadness. "Of course, I’m happy to see you," he started reaching for me. "Are you okay?" He asked, holding me tight
THREE MONTHS LATER**UGOGetting out of the the Garden after months of being kept in and guarded twenty-four-seven was reason enough to put some extra care into my appearance. It's been months since I left the confines of this place. There had been dark days throughout those couple of months. Hollis wasn't always around. I knew they were trying to set things straight.But I had no idea how they were going about it, until my husband came home to me with a bullet wound. My heart almost ripped through my chest. But, he insisted he was okay. And that was the last time he ever left me home alone. "The deed has been done, everything has been taken care of." Maxine had said to me on one of his visits.I still miss Castello, terribly, painfully. His memories remained embedded in my heart.Taking a look at myself in the mirror, I smiled. We were going to see my parents, it was my mother's birthday.Of course, I wanted to look nice, not just b
I was having one of those vivid dreams where I killed Hollis again. Over the time I've been at the Garden, I've had various versions of this dream. But they always end with Hollis's death. At times I pierce his heart with a dagger. Other times, it ranges from a gunshot to strangling him in his sleep. The dreams were always ending with my betrayal. My evil to him and the hurt I caused him. As usual, I woke up sobbing. Indeed there was no peace for me. Then I perceived it, his cologne, the one I checked out in his cabinet the first day I came to the Garden. A high-pitched cry escaped my lips. I'm now hallucinating and imagining the smell of fragrances, my situation was getting worse by the day and I'm not even helping matters. But, what can I do? Absolutely nothing. "Baby." I heard his voice and a sharp pain ricocheted through my heart. But when I turned around to the direction of the voice, in the dim lighting of the room, I saw a figure resembling that of Hollis standing