Elaine bit her lower lip as she fought the aching, sweet feeling enveloping her. Her good samaritan was doing dirty things to her, things she hated but her body needed. How long would she continue to wade off his body?He pulled up the rest of her gown which settled above her succulent roes. Groaning, he took one hungry tiny nip into his mouth. He heard a gasp which was followed by a moan from her. By God, she was wet for him - slippery, tasty, and wet. The sweet, budding scent of her femininity was everything he prided on. Why was she fighting him off when her body ached for him?He snugged two fingers into her clenched hole. Slowly at first, he shoved in and out, intensifying the thrusts until she was moaning loudly.Elaine's head jerked her from side to side, purely eluded by the sensations shooting through her body. Her pelvic region was betraying her, bucking incessantly whenever the samaritan yanked out his fingers from her tunnel.How was this stranger able to know her sensiti
Things had just happened in a flash. The stranger spilled the contents of her handbag, her previous dress fell out, a black pair of heels, a book, coupled with some crumpled sheets of paper and some wads of money which she intended giving her younger sister for her tuition f*e. He smirked, picking up the money, and thrusted her out of the car with her property. Elaine landed on the floor with her butt. She winced as pain embraced her to the top of her head. Staggering, Elaine gathered herself to her feet, dumbfounded on the pathway. Her mouth was unable to utter a word. She had been harassed, robbed, and thrown back to where she belonged. She wrenched her head back to the road hoping to catch a glimpse of his plate number but hazy smoke oozed from his tailpipe tailed behind him. She scoffed at herself. She had been a fool for trusting him. Bracing up against the need to spill tears, she picked up her scattered book, and dress and placed them into her Fendi bag. Kicking the sheets of
The moment she was out of Willow's sight, she managed to retrieve her handphone from Lelia. She had told Lelia her plan of meeting someone without divulging all its details to her. Lelia had been considerate of sneaking her out, advising her not to take her phone along. "I waited for you," Elaine's fingers tapped away on her keypad, hoping to get a quick reply from Gary from the other end. "I'm so sorry, Elaine. Something came up, shoulda told you about it but I decided to come seek you out at Transcity Club instead when I discovered you'd left," Gary replied. Her heart hummed, what the hell was Gary talking about? "I've never mentioned saying anything about Transcity Club, why seek me out there? We'd mentioned Ty's Tea and Coffee was our hangout," her finger shook. The air suddenly felt stuffy, Elaine unzipped the rest of her front gown downward, exposing a sizable view of her breasts. "Elaine, you should get about your business," Lelia interrupted, strutting into the changi
She had to play the part like she was grinding the groove. Her hands trailed down his rigid body, while she held his gaze. "Gary," she whispered. His eyes sought hers. She could feel his hardness as her hands sank lower. One of his hands grabbed her slithering hand. "You're not to touch me there," he huffed. "But you want me so much. Why meet me in such a place?" She was pissed, but she pulled herself up, swinging her hips to the rhythm of the music that blared in the background. "Aren't we supposed to meet after all?" He didn't sound like the Mr. Nice guy. He was rude, condescending in a way, and only saw her for what she was; a stripper. "Can you take off your mask, Gary? We shouldn't be meeting like this?" She emphasized. "You've said that for the umpteenth time. Just dance, let me watch you." He said. There was something about his voice. It felt familiar in such a funny way yet different from what she'd known. His eyes were the familiar golden eyes she recalled f
What was his name again? I simply didn't care! Anyway, the guts of him infuriated me. Tell me, how does he find it enjoyable to cause mayhem to someone's daily sleep? Every morning at 6:45, my neighbor would find it pleasurable to let his dogs out through the back door. Their annoying barks would stir me up from sleep, waking me up. One morning I decided to go to the window which was adjacent to his window and yell at him. But I soon fell silent when I noticed that my new neighbor was hot and also nude. His window was opened so that I could catch a full view of his body. I rubbed my eyes, disbelieving what was happening. Was he aware that he was bare to the world? Well, not obviously to the world. That would simply mean an exaggeration, but his window was directly facing mine! My eyes stared at his broad shoulders, strong biceps, and fierce, taunt bums. I felt a lazy throb between my legs, waking up the very need I'd squashed. The fact that I'd decided to become celibate wa
He was doing it again, dressing and undressing before my window whenever he felt that I was home. And when he did that, I always find myself wet at the spectacular view of him.To the extent that I was touching myself. What had happened to my act of celibacy? I was so screwed. Then, I remembered that he had invited me over to his place. But how could I possibly go over to his place because I wanted him to fuck me? It sounded so insane but I knew that if I didn't do something about it, I was certainly going to lose my mind.I prepared some marsh potatoes, packaged one for him, and walked over to his gate. He opened up after I'd knocked then he arched his brows in surprise at me."I prepared some marsh potatoes and thought to share some with you," I smiled."Really?" He laughed, taking it from me. He was bare-chested, sweaty, and breathtaking as always."I didn't expect to see you here," he added."Were you expecting someone?" I asked, wondering why he was staring over my shoulder."No
Truthfully, going over to Poseidon's house was strictly an avenue for me to have his kisses smeared on my face, mouth, and body. And every time he kissed me, I clung to him wanting more yet stopping him every single time. "You do this every single time, Sonia, " he huffed, combing a hand through his hair. I caught a glimpse of irritation. I wasn't sure I was ready for him. Why was I growing hot and cold? "I guess I'm just not ready," I tried a shrug. I had prepared a dinner of pottage, and after eating we'd begun one of our sessions of hot steamy romance. "Not ready, Sonia? But you do enjoy watching me stand naked. Or do you prefer touching yourself?" He asked. "I don't touch myself," I cried out. "You simply enjoy telling me lies of which I can't fathom why you do so," he was pissed. "Why are you pissed?" I shot at him. "Why won't I be? You are tossing me as a ball. Then, you string me along to make me believe that you want this as much as I do," he raved. "I'm
"Does he kiss you like I do?" Poseidon asked the moment Darrell escaped from the room. I didn't like the way my heart thumped at such an absurd question, I didn't want to be in the same space as he. He didn't care about me, why does he seem to care about what I did with his brother? "Isn't that too rude of you to ask of me?" I tutted. He scoffed. "You never let me when we go down there, do you allow him such entrance?" He stepped closer to me, meeting my gaze while his breath fanned my face. "You have no right to ask me such a rude question, now step out of my way," my breath was ragged before him. "Sonia?" He tilted my chin. My lips quivered making a slight parting, somehow, I craved his lips on mine. It had been ages since he last kissed me. I had a feeling that he did miss me as much as I did. But fury boiled within me, he was playing his cards right. He knew I still had lingering feelings for me, yet I was boxed with the thought of him having feelings for me. "Did yo
I wished I could spin back the hands of time while we still made love and we bid the worries of the world away from us. Bad things were meant to happen to bad people - maybe karma was finally rewarding them for the atrocities of the past - but it shouldn't be happening to Alexandro, a man I had hopelessly and completely fallen in love with. Alexandro had to leave me wearing his briefs, stride to the door when he heard Ramsey's call. "Boss, there's trouble," there was fear evident in Ramsey's eyes. On hearing that, I jumped out of the bed instantly - hoping I would be brisk enough to wear in my disguise. "Trouble?" Alexandro's bugging eyes shifted, trying to take a peek behind Ramsey. But what followed next was an explicit shocker. Someone shot Ramsey from behind. The bullet whisked through Ramsey's neck, while blood spluttered unto Alexandro's face. Ramsey fell against Alexandro - fading out gradually as he held the part of his affected neck. Alexandro looked up and me
I let out an involuntary moan as he guided himself inside of me. "I've known you were a woman since the very first day you took the poison drink, lying in my bed while being attended by my doctor," his eyes locked with mine. I should be pushing him off at this confession, I should be! But why was my body saying the exact opposite. He kissed me again - intensely like he had been wanting to do that for a long time. "I fuck... king hate you," I gasped in between as he gradually thrusted into me. "Do you?" He smirked, holding me securely as our bodies meshed in heat and sweet lovemaking. "How do you think you've lasted till this very moment, what about the swimming pool, the very presence of you in my office, the fake chest....," he trailed on, slamming into me without giving me a break in between. What? He gave me the fake chest, how? I was just too dumb not to have realized that the present had been from him. My hand touched the walls behind me as my body began to shak
I didn't hesitate.I pulled off my long sleeved Tee top, then my fake chest came into view. Everyone had their eyes glued on my body, I definitely didn't look like a woman. The colour of the fake chest was the exact colour of my skin.Whoever had sneaked in the fake chest wasn't Maurice, I concluded. It was someone amongst Alexandro's men who certainly knew what was going on."Do you intend I unbuckle my trousers as well?" I must have sounded thoroughly mad.Where had my audacity spilled from? Alexandro cocked a brow for a spilt second. Many of the men in the room were aware of how Alexandro found a fancy towards me, and so many thought I was keying into that."No, that would be all," Alexandro cleared his throat, turning to face both Damain and Marcus."Which one of you brought such claims to me?" "I did," Damian stretched his lips widely.Alexandro dug his hand to the back of his trousers, pulled out a pistol and directed the gun at Damain. The sound of the barrel silenced Damain
I was a little too late to press the button beneath the desk. Quickly, I crouched down beneath the desk, heard Bruno walk into Alexandro's office while muttering something to himself."No one is in here," someone was saying to him from the open door.Maybe, that could be Ramsey but this particular voice sounded different, deep and heavy with a southern accent. It could be any other person amidst Alexandro's men, hoping it wasn't what I was thinking. I held my breath, praying no one moved close to the fall-front desk where I was hiding."I could have sworn that they were both here. He was right here with Suarez... You should have stabbed Suarez when you had the chance instead, that dude just gets on my nerves, I needed him out of the way..," Bruno put in.My hands curled into balls of fury. I finally got half of my answers, Bruno was talking to the person who had actually tried to kill me. And who could that killer be?And Bruno could possibly be the reason why Alexandro had been shot.
He tasted of smoke, weed, and coke.And the way his hungry, ravaging mouth sought the contours of my mouth had me clinging to him.The more I tried to pull free from the kiss - the more his ravaging mouth punished me for such betrayal.My head was slowly spinning - like I was gradually on something high. I knew the implications of being kissed by a heavy weed taker.Yet, his tongue would forcefully plunge into my mouth curling and sucking what was left of me.His hands tore my jacket apart - this wasn't good. I needed to stop being kissed before he discovered that I was a woman.My hands which had tried to push him off felt something sticky from his side - he wrenched his mouth from me, groaning as my hands traced the sticky substance.Blood.I gasped. "You're hurt," I said, looking into his eyes. "I should get Bruno," I added."No, no, no. Not Bruno," he forced the words through clenched teeth, rolling away from me while holding onto his side.Blood sluiced between his splayed finger
My eyes widened as I felt the rope tighten around my neck. I frantically scrambled for the knife I'd also retrieved from behind my mirror and stuck it into the side pocket of my trousers. My fingers closed around it just in time despite the shooting pain coursing around my neckline. With a surge of adrenaline, I managed to slice through the rope, feeling it give way beneath me. I plummeted to the floor, my bones cracking upon impact. A searing pain shot through my wrist as I struggled to catch my breath. Gritting my teeth, I assessed the damage – hoping to the heavens that it wasn't a broken wrist. Ignoring the agony, I hauled myself to my feet whilst shaking my wrist to fix the sprain, my eyes scanned the room as I entered the mansion through the front door. No signs of my attacker. Who could that possibly be? The door was still open, and I could have sworn I saw a glimpse of Ramsey's jacket disappearing around the corner. Determined to confront him, I set off in pursuit,
Jacqueline's pov Bruno! My head snapped to the entrance. Ramsey must have told him something about what had happened at the warehouse, and Bruno wanted to report to Alexandro. Alexandro wrenched his head to Bruno who was walking towards us. My cheeks blossomed to the color of a rose as Bruno's eyes jammed into mine, and I turned my head sideways to hide my embarrassment. "What is it?" Alexandro's voice was heavy with disdain for the abrupt interruption. "There is a call..," Bruno intoned. "Is it important?" Alexandro hadn't pulled himself free from our embrace, his rod was firmly hard and I was certain if it weren't for Bruno, Alexandro wouldn't have been done with me. "It's Dante," Bruno put in. Alexandro's hands captured my waist and placed me on the marble floor while my legs dipped into the water, and with a lazy smile on his face, he started floating away. My heart was thumping wildly, and I was trying not to look nervous. I could still feel Bruno's gaze li
My heels clicked against the marble floor as I walked through the corridors and memories drifted into me. Marcus and I had met when I needed a place to stay, I was processing my admission into the agency four years ago in Detroit. My best friend, Lori who I didn't know was secretly fighting cancer had introduced me to Marcus. Marcus was sweet at the time we'd met, and since we lived as roommates in his house - we gradually fell in love. But Marcus had secrets, he knew about my dream about being a secret agent and he taunted and mocked me occasionally for it. Unbeknownst to me, he was hiding the fact that he was a chief leader of a gangster group in Downtown. When I discovered it, I threatened to expose him to the authorities and he laughed me off and beat me to a pulp. That was a day I would never forget. I managed to escape that night back to Lori's apartment, only to discover by her landlady that Lori had passed on two weeks back. I have never remained the same ever since
Jacqueline's pov The drive Downtown had been silent, and I was grateful for it. Ramsey was careful to pull out the bags of cash and we started towards the warehouse.Two figures stood on the drive way by the warehouse, they wore dark shades from their appearances."Jacqueline?" My body froze. Even with my disguise, I was still recognizable.Ramsey snapped his eyes towards me and back at the middleman who had called my name. He was spiked-haired amongst the three men with a heavy beard.It was unethical to have our suppliers know us by our names. I jerked my head up to meet the familiar eyes of my once ex-boyfriend and my heart began to race.Memories of how we broke up four years back broke through me. I hadn't been Marcus whenever I usually accompanied Bruno Downtown, why then was Marcus' face popping out of nowhere?But I had to feign not recognizing him instead, "Are the supplies in stock?" I asked the men in front of me.One of them unzipped the two hefty bags in front of us, ki