"Holy Shit. When did you get in here? Ben stepped out hours ago." the shock on his face when he sees my wide eyes staring down at his cock. "Do you walk all naked when no one is at home but you?" My thighs clenched together; I didn't know how I suddenly said that out. "Little girl, are you not afraid to take your eyes off? This can ruin you." His dominance wraps around his voice, my eyes trail off his cock, and I view his entire body. The masculinity got my thighs drooling and gave me the fastest shock I had ever felt in my stomach. It's the first time I've taken note of how perfect his body curves are. "Then I want to be ruined only by your cock." My eyes grow in size at my own words. Anastasia visited to resolve the issues revolving around her toxic relationship with Ben, her 21-year-old boyfriend. She happened not to meet him at home after he lied about being home. She was frustrated and pained because it looks like she has been putting more effort into the relationship than he has, and it was killing her. It was killing her that she always had to be the one getting hurt all the time. Even when he is wrong, she takes the blame for it and apologizes for no fucking reason. But everything changed when she saw his father's big cock that night at his place. She's never seen a cock as huge and dominating as his. A voice in her head screamed for her to run, but no, she was so curious to know how it would feel in her mouth and in her damn wet core.
view moreANASTASIAI could sense his arrival. I heard the sound of the car all the way from my room. I had just called him a few minutes before I got back home.I don't believe he is suddenly in front of my house; it's as if he abandoned everything he was doing and ran to me.I couldn’t express myself on the phone; I was short of words as tears streaked down my blue eyes. I only said a few words to him and ended the call. “You know what it means by seeing my call again, Denver.”Fuck, I miss calling his name. I miss my lips calling him mine. He has always been mine, but I had been too scared to voice it out.Now, it finally feels like I can call him mine without being scared of his reactions to it. It’s so calming thinking of how this man made me feel—not the bad part but the good ones. It’s so erotic whenever I remember the hot sex we had multiple times.God, I can’t be mad at him anymore. I should really give him a second chance. After all his efforts? I’m convinced he is truly sorry for wha
ANASTASIAD...Did he really say he loved me?Every hair on my skin stood firm the moment he whispered those words. I almost melted in his arms, but I couldn’t risk it. I still needed to trust him more.My entire life, I had been waiting for those words. I was speechless for a brief moment as my inner walls crumbled helplessly. The fact he said those words without blinking or without breaking eye contact with me sent a jolt of excitement through my bones.I wanted to jump and hug and kiss him until I could no longer breathe, but I paused. I had so much restraint from going close to him because I couldn’t break my own heart again. I broke my own heart by trusting and expecting so much from him, but I couldn’t make that same mistake again.His presence has always had effects on me, and I didn’t believe my thigh clenched when he came closer to me, and at that moment the only air I could breathe was his.I took in his fucking manly scent as my eyes ran through his broad shoulders and his
DENVER She needs me. She could be angry and hate me to the core, but my Ana needs me. I know her better than anyone else, and I’m well aware that she’s been having sleepless nights.I knew shit was hitting the fan when I couldn’t perceive her chocolate fragrance on her anymore. It only means one thing: that she’s not been taking her milkshake since she left New York, and that’s a fucking record. If she stopped taking something she's been obsessed with, then it's the scariest shit ever.The way she looked, the way her eyes lost the shine and brightness—the real Anastasia is almost gone. I can’t let that happen; I can’t do that, so I asked her close friend to go after her as soon as she ran angrily from the bar.That wasn't Ana. That was pain talking. It was the first time I had seen her that mad. I don't ever want to see that part again.Even though she doesn’t want me to go after her, there are several other ways I could use to save my Ana.Pacing about in front of the apartment wher
ANASTASIA I would be stupid if I said I wasn’t hurting. It’s been over a week since it happened, but I will never be the same again, not when I can’t erase my memories. How am I supposed to forget it like it never happened?No matter what I try, I can’t seem to forget it or what schemes I attempt to indulge in; I can’t take him off my mind, even though thinking about him hurts like hell.His name and thoughts always pop up in my head, literally unexpectedly. How can I stop thinking about him when it’s bedtime? Or when I’m about to take a bite of my meal or take a sip of my milkshake?Fuck, my world has been so entangled with him that it’s so difficult to disentangle myself.Or how the bloody fuck do I delete moments of him from my head? He’s the first person I think of when I wake up, and the freaking last person I think of when I shut these pretty eyes of mine.I know I should stop thinking about him, but I feel like I need closure to move on. I need answers to why he did those thing
KARINAHave you ever felt like it’s so difficult to fall asleep because there is so much anger boiling inside of you?Yeah, that’s me right now.It’s always been me since my best friend left and doesn’t seem like the Anastasia I used to know. She’s been sounding so savage lately and so cold.I get that pain can cause a lot of damage to one’s attitude, and I think that’s what is happening to her. She told me she blocked Denver, and I didn’t even think it twice before blocking him too.It’s all his fucking fault that Anastasia is going through this difficulty, this pain that she can't heal from. She’s so heartbroken that she doesn’t know how to fix herself; she doesn’t know how to pick up the pieces and mend them. She doesn’t let me help her either.She claims to be fine; she says she’s starting afresh in the UK and she will do just fine. But I can tell it’s a lie; her voice is different as well as her tone.Everything has been keeping me awake and worrying about her. I can’t go to the U
DENVERI knew this would be hard, but I didn’t think it would be this hard to let her go. It’s so fucking unbearable trying not to think of her.Aside from murmuring her name while asleep or waking up to hear myself calling out for her, there has been this emptiness inside me. It comes with all the baggage of taking the wrong step.All my life, I’ve always done things rightly with no mistake, but now I think I’ve done something so stupid for the first time. So stupid in the sense that I thought I could do without her or get on with my normal life routine.I thought I could.Maybe I was wrong.Being cut off from her bright smiles, easy laughter, and cheerful presence is similar to dying slowly. It’s different from when she is angry at me and likely not wanting to speak to me. At least then, I could see her at the firm and make sure she was alright.Now it’s a blank slate. Now, I’m left with the memories of her and how she felt in my arms. I think of how she made me soften from the hard
DENVERThis is how it was meant to be. Everything is slowly going back to normal. If she hadn’t met me naked that day, none of this would have happened. We wouldn’t have gone so close; we wouldn’t have done the forbidden and the unthinkable.She wouldn’t have expected so much from me, and I wouldn’t have hurt her. It was all a mistake from the beginning; if I had controlled my urges, we wouldn’t have gotten this far.We were meant to be this from the beginning. Separated.I expected to hear that Anastasia quit her internship training with me the moment Cora called me. And it was exactly why she called.I’ve never been the type of guy who could handle two women in his life. I just couldn't, and in the end, one has to leave.I finally made the decision. I weighed both options after Sandra and I had a serious and sincere conversation the next day after I fucked her in front of Anastasia.I was overwhelmed with guilt. I hate to even imagine her face. I don’t think I can ever face An
ANASTASIA“Seriously, Ana?”I watch her eyes harden the moment I take my face off my knees. If I hadn’t been too overwhelmed, I would have noticed her presence the moment she arrived, but I didn’t even know she'd been standing in front of me for over five minutes and watching me cry.“I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have seen this.” Grabbing the door handle as I pull myself off the floor.“You’re sorry? Seriously, what am I to you, Ana? Fucking tell me.” She yells, I don’t recognize her amber eyes anymore because they're full of rage and hurt that she doesn't speak of.I think she’s hurt that she’s seen me cry for the first time, or maybe she's hurt because she has discovered that I lied to her.“I told you I’m fine, Kari. I just felt overwhelmed. I promise you I’m okay.” I lie through my fucking teeth, and it doesn’t help soften her anger because the look in her eyes tells that she is aware I'm lying.And I keep on doing it to her. Trying to deny the obvious.She comes closer, cupping my
ANASTASIAHow do you explain death without having to sound horrible? The letter D alone looks terrifying, and it just fucking took me some minutes to realize every word that begins with letter D is disastrous. They probably should be the most scary words on earth.Death. Damage. Denver.He fucked her in front of me.Denver fucked Sandra.I didn’t know what to feel or how to feel anymore the moment he put her down on the bed and fucked her while I was in the bathroom hiding like some sluts. I can’t breathe; the more I think about it, the more I feel like my heart is going to explode like a time bomb.My whole world splinters to pieces, and the sudden emptiness hits me so hard.I tried so hard to control the sounds bubbling out of my mouth. Fuck, it feels like he ripped out my heart and fed it to me. It was like sending me to the pity of hell to burn for eternity.I didn’t want to believe what I was seeing. I didn’t believe it was him. I still wanted to doubt my sight until he was done
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