All Chapters of COLLECTION OF LUST AND LOVE: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Drawing in air, she let out an ear-piercing scream. The noise echoed around the large house. Leaving her bedroom, she jumped up and down losing her mind as she ran up and down the corridor. Opening every door she came to she stuck her head inside, taking a quick glance.Back at home she wasn’t allowed to do anything or make too much noise. Finally letting go in the freedom of the large house, she ran up and down the corridor, charging downstairs making a lot of noise. She screamed, yelled, and cursed out, loving every second of not fearing a beating.Once she got out of breath and bored of running up and downstairs, she went into the kitchen.In the fridge she found a selection of chocolates along with plenty of fresh vegetables and fruit. Grabbing the chocolate along with the carton of juice she left the kitchen behind. She would spend more time exploring the kitchen later. Her love of cooking would send her there in no time. At home she wasn’t allowed to cook as her mother hated any

****John was going to make her say it. Christal folded her arms underneath her breasts aware the shirt she wore rode up her thighs. She had spent the last hour listening to the women laugh and giggle. Every noise made her aware of how she stood out like a sore thumb. He could have any woman he wanted. Instead he’d bought her.Why would anyone want anything to do with her? The women were gorgeous and didn’t have a single ounce of excess fat on them.“What are you trying to say?” he asked, repeating his question.“Why me? Why did you pick me?” She opened her arms wide feeling all the years of insecurity clawing up on her.His eyes looked up and down her body. “Whatever you’ve got to say, Christal, just come out and say it,” he said.She knew he was angry, but so was she.“I’m not like other women. I eat food, and I’ve got extra weight on my bones. I’m not beautiful at all. Why me? Why did you pick me?” she asked, glaring at him.When she finished, she was panting for breath.“You didn’

****Christal kept mixing the potatoes even as she heard John enter the house. She had fucked up and hadn’t gotten the opportunity to apologize to him. There was only so much shouting she could deal with, so she tried to stay out of his way. She tried not to feel the hurt of being cut off from all contact. The last week with John had been the same as living with her parents. He didn’t talk to her, only accepted silence, and she spent most of her time trying to avoid him. The latest batch of cookies was cooling on the tray.The only consolation she found was him taking her baking into work. At least nothing went off. She found the cookbooks in one of the cupboards, and her days had been spent Masoning the pages of the recipes she wanted to cook. He never complained about what she cooked, nor did he voice happiness at the food she presented to him.The chicken and roast potatoes were keeping warm, and she tasted the mashed potatoes to see for their seasoning. Once they were done, she wa

“Do you forgive me?”“Do you promise never to be a grouch again?”“Yes.” He claimed her lips, slamming his tongue inside her mouth. John trapped her against the wall, kissing her deeply, wanting her to moan and writhe against his touch.She held onto his shoulders with her nails digging into his flesh. He moaned, loving the small bite of pain her nails gave him.Opening her thighs, he got her to wrap her legs around his waist. Her folds pressed to his stomach, and he wished she’d not worn a one piece swimsuit. No matter, he’d have her naked in no time.Cupping her ass, he gripped the back of her head holding her in place to take his kiss.He broke the kiss first, going down her neck. Tearing the costume from her body, he exposed one full, rounded red nipple. Biting down into the harsh bud he heard her scream. The scent of her need wasn’t dulled by the water.John needed more. Walking toward the stairs at the far side of the pool he laid her on the cool ground.In two easy tugs he remo

“So juicy.”He leaned forward licking off the droplet of cream. “I agree, however, I know something else that is juicy.” John raised a brow so she knew what he was talking about.For the next twenty minutes he fed her fruit and cream as they finished off their hot chocolates. The bath water was cold by the time they were finished.John climbed out first, grabbing a towel to wrap around her. Lifting Christal into his arms he carried her through to his bedroom.“Am I going to my own room?” she asked.“Not a chance.” He couldn’t resist her any longer. Sinking his fingers into her wet red hair, he tugged her close. “You’re not going anywhere. This is your room from now on.”****John’s possessive attitude turned her on. The way he gripped her hair had Christal melting. She would have sunk to his feet begging for him to take her if he hadn’t taken control. With his free hand, he gripped her waist holding her close.In one quick move he spun her around so she faced away from him. His hands