Semua Bab Spoiled By Him : Bab 71 - Bab 80

CHAPTER 2 I slide on pink, strawberry flavored gloss and rub my lips together. My hair is on top of my head in a messy bun. One that took me an hour to get just right. A few stray pieces frame my face. I only have mascara on and my eyebrows filled in, giving me a natural look, but the gloss gives it a sexy appeal. I’m wearing a blue off the shoulder swear, showing smooth skin that smells like vanilla thanks to my lotion. I’m wearing shorts, letting my long, tan legs steal the show. No way can he resist me. Besides, my heart won’t be able to take it. I’ve loved him since I could remember how. Giving a few tweaks to my hair, I give myself a once over in the full body mirror hanging on the door. I can do this. I am a woman, a single woman, who has feelings for a much older guy. Who I know has feelings for me. The last time I saw him was my eighteenth birthday two months ago. He stole glances at me. And now, he doesn’t have to look from a distance, he can have me. The door

Chapter 4 “What are you doing?” I yelp, gathering the blankets to cover my body. My vibrator is still between my legs, inserted in my wet hole. “Get out!” I scream, frantic that he saw me like this. I mean if I was smart, I would have waited until he wasn’t at my door, but I never said I was smart, just desperate to get rid of this boiling blood in my veins. I locked the door. I thought that would be enough to keep him away. “I’m not fucking going anywhere, Amelia.” His voice is a rumble, shaking my fragile control I have on my body. “Look at you,” he admires, stepping over the wreckage of the door. I cover my breasts as he steps forward. “You didn’t seem to think too much of me down there.” I turned away from him, remembering how he asked me if I was a virgin, as if it was a complete turn off to him. “You misunderstood me.” Now, he is next to me, standing at the edge of the bed and grabs the sheet I have covering half my body, yanking it away, exposing me. “I only aske

Chapter 6 “I could look into your green eyes for the rest of my life,” he says and it’s sweet, something I wasn’t expecting at a moment like this. He lays me down, kicking of his sweats, and cages my head in with his arms, holding the majority of his weight. He peppers my face with kisses and slows things down, turning the heat from scorching hot, to a passionate simmer. “It’s going to hurt at first, but I promise to make you feel good.” “You’ve already made me feel good,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck as he settles between my legs. One of his hands disappears and it’s to guide his cock to my entrance. I gasp, holding my breath when I feel the tip stretching me and the slight pressure from the piercing entering me. If I never get to have Camden again, this night will be the best night of my life. I know no other man will compare to him. “Are you ready?” “I’m always ready for you,” I reply, my mouth dropping open on a painful, but at the same time, pleasurable

**HOLLY** She had just turned nineteen and yet, walking the street, any passer-by would swear she couldn’t be older than sixteen. Sweet sixteen. That was probably why she always got away with so much—her small body and big puppy-dog eyes were hard to say no to. She was liked by everyone who met her and cherished by all those in her life. And yet, Holly had never actually been in love. She swore it was because she looked so young, and that nobody took her seriously. When she dressed up for a night out on the town, she looked like a young girl that was trying too hard. She was desperate for someone to call her ‘sexy’ rather than always calling her ‘cute.’ She was certainly pretty, though—that much was hard to ignore. Holly was small in stature, with short perky breasts to match her frame, beautiful long brown hair, and big green eyes that seemed too big for her face but made her look like an angel. She was breathtaking, and once you laid eyes on her, she was hard to forget. What

CHAPTER 3 The next evening, while Holly was gearing herself for a night on the couch, her phone rang. *Not again*, she thought and went to pick it up. “No, no, I’m not going clubbing again,” she said into the phone, assuming it was Chantelle asking her to go out again. Knowing Chantelle, that was exactly the kind of thing she’d do. “Oh, I agree, I’m definitely not in the mood to go to a club. Once this month was definitely enough.” The voice on the other end was definitely not Chantelle’s. The deep male voice was unmistakable. “Aaron?” she asked, thankful that he couldn’t see how nervous she suddenly was. She kicked herself for saying his name, as it made it seem as if no other man would phone her or as if she had been waiting for his call. “Chantelle told me that she gave you my number,” she quickly added. “Um, hi.” “Hi,” he said and chuckled. “I’m sorry for going behind your back after you so blatantly said no to me. But I’m not one to give up. Also, I just wanted to kn