All Chapters of CEO's Only Wife: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Eric. He just looked at her. Once again his name was used. He knew he should correct her, force her to call himself Master, and re-establish the line, the line between them, but he couldn't do it. He's so tired! Very tired. “Breakfast, I suppose. Then we have to leave. Other than that, I don't want to discuss any further," he said. He tried to look smug but failed miserably and Kitten knew it. "And last night?" She tried to keep her voice emotionless, but now that Eric knew her so well, he didn't have to guess what she really wanted to ask. She wanted to know if she meant anything to him, if the fact that they almost…had sex would change his mind about selling her as a slave. The answer is yes…and, no. Vladek still needs to pay the price, and Kitten still has a role to play. They have already passed the point of no return. "I told you everything you wanted to know." He paused, his voice stiffened. “I will say no more. So stop asking questions." He jumped out of bed and rushed to th

One of Nana's hands reached up and Eric held out his arm to support her. He didn't think that she would bring her free hand up to wrap around his manhood and squeeze. Eric groaned loudly. “No,” she said. Her tone did not allow any argument. "I don't want to stop. I don't want to think. I want to stay here and pretend there's nothing waiting for us out there." Nana's words seemed to touch something deep inside him, something he couldn't touch on his own. Of course, there was also the touch of her palm against his manhood. He hissed through clenched teeth. Her arms wrapped around him tightly; fingers not long enough to touch each other. She squeezed again. More pleasure. More pain. "We can not. I'll hurt you," Eric said. Nana's hand relaxed slightly, and the feeling of blood rushing to the boy's head was enough to make him want to rub her hand. He groaned as her fingertips slid over his hard flesh. “Well, you can see that, Eric. Are they all…like this? I mean…are all men this big?”

Eric sighed heavily, frustrated by the turn of events. More troubling than Kitten's attitude was the prospect of Raymond's upcoming visit. He had tried to call Raymond before, while the Kitten changed his clothes and combed his hair, but he did not answer. Eric could only surmise that Raymond was either on his way or ignoring him. He hopes the latter. The last thing he needed after a long and exhausting driving journey was to confront Raymond. Their relationship goes beyond complicated. For Eric, Raymond is a lot of things. At one point he was his guardian. Then a friend. And now? Raymond calls him brother. But Raymond is more than that. He held a kind of power and influence over Eric that he found uncomfortable. Eric was once a difficult teenager. After Narweh, he was left with fear that was slowly turning into anger. There had been times when they'd argued, and Eric had seen things in Raymond that he wished he'd never seen again. Raymond won't stop until his plan goes well. Everyo

Eric knew exactly what he would do if he were in her position, because he had done it before. Many times he tried to find someone to help him, free him and save him from Narweh's abuse. He had heard the men who bought his body swear to love him. He had allowed himself to trust the affectionate words they whispered to him. But when it was all over, when they had gotten all they wanted from him, they betrayed his trust for Narweh. He remembered how his heart had broken when Narweh used his own words to mock him by beating him. “Sorry I suck at it. Sorry you find my attempt funny, but I don't know how to do better. You are all I know. Either way, I'm not trying to make you believe anything. I never lied to you. When I asked him to have sex with me, it wasn't a trick, hearing him say otherwise was painful to death, because…” her voice broke at last, tears welling up in her eyes. lie. Eric was bewildered. He didn't know what to do. Her words, her presence, and her pain affected him. He h

Day 6: I looked around the room and was frustrated by the lack of darkness and dryness. In my imagination, an interrogation room would look like this: a two-way mirror, a scratched metal table, a high-pressure light bulb in my face that makes me sweat. Instead, the room looked like a kindergarten classroom, with artwork and inspirational quotes plastered on colored paper hanging on the walls. I was sitting on a plastic chair, staring at Kudo on the other side of the round, faux-wood table in front of me. “All right,” said Kudo. He let out a sigh, “in chronological order: After being abducted, she spent about three weeks locked up in a locked room, in a city she couldn't remember. She runs away from a man named 'Eric', and is almost kidnapped for ransom by a guy named 'Tiny', and his gang. She then contacted her friend, Nicole Freedman, asking her to pay a ransom of one hundred thousand dollars and go to 'Tiny' in Chihuahua, Mexico, in exchange for her freedom. She didn't make it to