All Chapters of WHAT MY BODY WANTS: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ROSIANNA“Yes, baby. Oh...yes...!” I cried out louder as the guy thrust deeper into me. Fuck, it felt so good.The guy spanked my big ass as he impaled me harder with his big cock. I would have told him not to spank me, but I was so deep into the fucking, I ignored him.I was feeding my addiction. I didn’t really have a choice here.“Aww fuck,” he groaned, rubbing my clit before his sneaky fingers went much lower, as he plunged into me from behind, over and over.I could feel my body tighten. My release washed over me as I cried out. I saw stars as it catapulted my body into a whirlwind of sweet pleasure. His groan reached my ear, and his body shook over mine as he found his own release.I got up after and walked naked to the bathroom without a backward glance. I took my time washing up, not giving a care in the world if my visitor left. I wish he would. It’d make things a lot easier.An hour later, I came out and was relieved when I saw an empty room. I didn’t even know his name.I

All dressed up, I pulled out the three different-coloured pills I took occasionally and stared at the little drugs that had become a part of me for a long time.Red one is contraceptive. White one is a soothener.Brown rubber one is a sex hormone depressant.Three pills that cost a fortune—because they were pills without side effects. Pills that were quite necessary in my life. I threw them into my mouth and drank water to push them down.Ready to go, I picked up my bag and headed out. I was still beating myself up for not getting Santos to pick a location right there in my office as I drove to his home. A big mistake on my part.“Come to the house, Rosy,” he'd drawled. “Don't tell me you've forgotten how to get here.”I hadn't, but I didn't tell him that. My hesitation was because I knew Santos was the only person in that house, and when Santos was alone at home, he'd be busy. The manwhore.That house also held great memories for me—memories I buried years ago and had to try harder

I didn't stand there after Santos walked away. Instead, I walked—staggered—my way out of his bedroom, my body shaking. For the first time in a long time, tears filled my eyes because of what happened when I was eighteen.Jason, that bastard. Oh, God, that bastard!The cool air that hit me outside didn't help my arousal one bit. “Where's the nearest club?” I asked a woman I met just outside Santos's compound. I thanked God that it was dark. The woman couldn't see my tears.“Just down the next block, my dear,” she answered before she continued on her way.I was deeply shaking as I made my way to the club—both with the arousal gnawing at me and the accusations Santos had just made. At the front door of the club, I dried my tears. With my chin lifted, I walked into the club, sidestepping slow-dancers, avoiding looking at couples making out. It didn't take long for men to stare at me. I'd long ago made peace with the fact that men found me very attractive. It was something that was a curse

“It's been three hours, Jay. That girl is in a lot of pain right now,” Kain said, his eyes trailing behind his agitated friend.“I didn't know that she was going to be that stubborn. It's been three fucking hours!” Jason was angry. He had expected Rosy to start begging for it immediately when the drug entered her body—just like every woman that had ever taken the normal dosage of that drug. It angered him greatly that he had overdosed Rosy, and yet she refused to give in! She refused to beg!“Santos will have our heads if he ever finds out about this,” Kain said, the fear in his voice apparent.Jason was also terrified of what Santos would do, and that was why hadn’t made a move on the girl. Kidnapping Rosy had been a spur-of-the-moment decision that he didn't regret. He was just so angry that Rosy was making it difficult!“You still have that camera, right?” Jason directed at Marde who nodded his head.“You'll only take pictures when I'm the one fucking her and her face is glazed ove

SANTOSBefore the end of the week, I concluded that Rosy was avoiding me. She was suddenly not there when I went to the office or when I came to her home. I figured she was avoiding me.Like I could ever allow her to do that. That woman has haunted my dreams so many times it had become natural—even when I tried everything I could to forget about her in Paris and move on.I mean, would you still have the hots for a woman that slept with your best friend the same day you travelled after professing her love in a loving way the night before?It was a loaded question, but it was a meaningful question, nonetheless.Till today, I still regret one thing. I should have taken what she offered me six years ago instead of trying to be a goddamn honorable man—and to a woman who didn’t deserve it at all.That little sex clip of her and my best friend—former best friend—that I watched nearly destroyed me years ago. There was no doubt Rosianna enjoyed every bit of it—and she was asking for more. I ha