All Chapters of THE CEO'S PAWN: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Spending the morning with Karen was therapeutic for Brianna, taking her mind off of last night.   She spent most of it in the kitchen with the older woman, making breakfast and cleaning up and she'd been so excited when she found out Ryder had offered Karen a full time, live in job instead of her usual three days a week housekeeping and that she had accepted.   She had wondered what his motive was and what prompted the offer, but she didn't get to worry for long because her answer came sooner than later in the form of a knock on the door.   She been busy cleaning out Ryder's room when Karen had come knocking to inform her that the movers were here and that she could come tell them where she wanted her things to be placed.   It had come as a big surprise since Ryder hadn't mentioned anything about moving her things to his place.   She had followed the older woman out to the front

It's been so long since anybody had looked at Bree with eyes so dark and so hungry for her it excited her to watch Ryder.   She'd lost hope on ever experiencing the out of this world kinda magic she and Ryder always made in between the sheets the day she'd found out that he'd left her without any goodbye, reason or explanation.   Her life had gone bleak from that moment on as he'd taken all the colors and hope from it with him.   And yet here she was, with the only man that can have her soaking wet with only the intensity of his eyes or the kisses of his lips.   The universe had intervened and given them this second chance and sometimes she wondered if they were one of those matches made in heaven or this was a reward for some good either of them had done in a past life.   "Stay with me, baby girl."   He whispered in her, his voice so velvety yet so husky, as

He was big down there, standing at nothing less than a proud nine and a half inches and more than half of that in girth.   It made Bree wonder how it had managed to fit inside her before.   But if it hadn't been a problem then, it certainly wouldn't be one now.   "It dosen't bite." He teased, smirking at her, probably already reading her thoughts off her face.   She got of the bed while he watched, sashaying her way to him, and before he could realise what she was doing, she dropped to her knees, that proud and beautiful part of his anatomy staring her in the face.   It was her turn to return the favor and pleasure him as best as she could and she planned to deliver it so good.   "You know you don't have to do this, right?"   He asked in a gruff voice that betrayed his excitement at the prospect of what she had in mind.  

And a perfect night it was, at least that's how it had started out, until his peaceful, sound sleep slowly morphed into his worst nightmare. Somehow, he was back in his old room, with no way out, stuck staring into the faces of the three men that he'd rather not set his eyes on ever again for the rest of his life. Not seeing any of them again for the rest of his life would be too soon for another life time. It didn't make sense though, he was done and free from this life and he'd made sure these men were under the custody of the law and about to loose their freedom for good. And there was Paul, the man that had ceased to be his father from the day he'd created this league of devils haunting his life. He was a little boy again, young and afraid, their toy to play with, mess up and discard as they pleased. His heart slammed a tattoo against his chest with every beat, every rhythm, as he took in the lewd smiles plastered on their faces with every step the they took in his direction,

She was asking him for the impossible, the one thing he couldn't give her.He couldn't begin to imagine opening his mouth and letting the shit he's kept bottled up inside him for years flying out of his mouth to her audience.There was no weighing it, he was undisputably sure she would leave his ass by the time he was done with spilling how fucked up he is to the last person that needs to hear it.There was too much pain and hurt buried under all the years that had swept past, so much hate and spite that he never thought he'd recover from, best left forgotten.He pushed his fingers through his hair, trying to stay the haunting memories and failing.He'd been fucked over as a kid, but he'd gone and done his own fair share of fucking up by looping her into his mess with clear intentions of hurting her even if that had been only designed to hurt her father in the first place.But the point was, he'd brought her into all this and this relationship they had going on, though beautiful and fr