All Chapters of Bride Of The Gun: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Sheila's POV"Mmm... André... stop." I moaned against his hungry kisses, as André literally pinned my two hands to the wall.Today was the final day for Madeline's birthday celebration and I had been busy all morning in the kitchen. Since it was a Saturday, most of André's maids were not on duty. They were off for the weekend, leaving only me and one other to cater for the cake and snacks.André had been all over me all night and wouldn't still give me any break right now. It's not like I was complaining because I fucking loved how his fingers were flicking around inside my pussy. It's just, the other maid was probably waiting for me downstairs, while my husband was busy snacking on me like he's never had me before.I let out a shaky gasp, as I felt myself slowly getting closer to the edge."Abre los ojos, mi amor. Look at me, while you cum." André whispered gruffly into my ears, as he fingered me even faster. He wanted me to open my eyes.He totally enjoys the look of helplessness in

Sheila's POVIt's been two days since Dylan's "visit". Two days since he threatened to let the whole world know about André's mafia identity. I had been restless, knowing that he was definitely planning something.... disastrous. André had resorted to tightening up our security, expecting the worst, as Dylan had slipped through his fingers that day. We all had our fingers crossed, expecting the worst but nothing! Absolutely nothing prepared me for what I woke up to, this morning.News and articles of André were everywhere on the internet. Apparently, there was a footage of him in a gunfight with some "rival gang". I remember the fearful look on Marco's face, as he rushed to show me the CCTV footage that was rapidly going viral. The gunfight was from that night I was taken by Harris, the night when Dylan showed up. Although it wasn't too clear, I could still make out André firing his gun at a number of men, who didn't seem to be armed. Dylan had it all planned out. He sent those men, t

Sheila's POV"Awesome!" Madeline exclaimed in awe, as we walked into the beautiful, cozy apartment, owned by Marco.Various fancy chandeliers were hanging down from the ceiling, giving the place a warm, vibrant feel. Unlike the mansion back at Las Vegas, this place was brightly colored and had a homey feel to it. My eyes widened at the sight of a large, glass aquarium in a corner. I had never seen anything like it.Madeline was more interested in the plants that decorated almost every corner of the room. She went about sniffing them, one after the other. Marco just chuckled at us."You...you own this place?" I suddenly asked him, looking around in awe. He just shrugged.Unlike André's mansion, this place wasn't too big. It wasn't filled with hallways and rooms that were unoccupied by people. It felt like a home for a loving family and I found myself longing for one."Oooh! I'm going to check out the bedrooms." Madeline shouted excitedly, quickly running up the stairs."Careful up ther

André's POVI bent her over the kitchen table, lifting up her dress to expose her reddened ass cheeks. "What were you saying again?" I smirked at the shocked expression on her face."You wouldn't dare f..." Sheila was about to reply, before I yanked off her panty, effectively shutting her up. My cute redhead wife suddenly went silent, obviously enjoying how I was handling her.Over the past few days I've been away from her, I found myself craving for this, for her. I found myself dreaming about making love to her all day and never letting her go until she would be too sore to walk. Now, she was right in front of me, bent over and ready for me to penetrate her. I hungrily licked my lips.I hurriedly pulled down my pants, exposing my very erect dick. I was so hard to the point that it was hurting and throbbing at the same time and Sheila wasn't making it any better. She slowly pushed herself towards me, rubbing her pussy against the tip of my dick. Fuck! She was dripping wet down there

Sheila's POV"Stay still." André grunted at me, holding my head in place and applying some ointments on my bruised, left eye."It hurts." I winced, holding on desperately to his arm. "It's supposed to." He replied, stopping briefly before continuing.I kept quiet, enduring the pain and allowing him to treat the bruises. Currently, we were on a yacht, owned by Don Fabio. We were headed for La Isla Dorado, Andre's private island resort.Ever since the incident at Italy, André had been quite sulky and it was beginning to get on my nerves. He would mumble incoherently to himself, stopping when I come close to him. Anytime I try to initiate physical contact with him, he would withdraw himself, even going as far as avoiding eye contact with me. I knew he was blaming himself for what happened yesterday night.Marco had to take Madeline along with himself to "La Isla Dorada" by plane and they were now there, waiting for us. "It's not your fault, you know?" I said to him suddenly, making him