All Chapters of MAKE ME MOAN, BOSS: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Ray sweeps me off the floor and envelopes me with him as he walks over to the door and turns the knob. Security, sorted! It is just us inside this room. With our bodies ablaze with the pressing desires that have been concealed and curbed for years,And his eyes are just as I liked them back then. Actually, these feelings are so familiar. Everything—his touch, his scent, his breathing, his warmth—is all of him. Nothing seems to have altered. And us being like this reminds me of every single cloying memory we have ever had before. Everything is surging in me like a savage stream, aggravating my desires.As he slams my back on the bed and falls atop me, my sweet pot of honey down there is already dripping with his bittersweet arousal. The throbs are massive and strong, almost causing a rapture. Every single nerve in me is on high alert, calling him. The mere stroke of his huge bulge against my sensitive, needy spot jerks my back up as a moan of desire escapes my lips.I grab his belt and

So she is still playing 'mother of saints’ and still wants to add dumbness to mask her sins? Well, then. We will see for how long. Guessing by how Ray is fuming mad, she has got hell coming down on her, and I will not make it easy for her either. I am even worse because I have no ties with her, so I will show her negative zero mercy. She and everyone who was her accompliceRay stands up, scraping his head and wiping his face. The ignominy of what his mother did is washing him up. He could not have thought his mother would go to such an appendage. But who would have? He is mangled about what to do. It must be so hard for him. I know that. I mean, that is his mother. How will he fight her? And on the other side, there is his daughter, whom he doesn’t want to stay away from, and yet he feels so ashamed to face her after learning about the cruelty and injustice that were done to us. That must hurt like hell!“I know you are planning something. So, tell me what it is.” He speaks after a lo

I would love to smack that shameless act on that witch’s ugly face, parade it as the greatest achievement that I have ever had, and watch her jaw break from shock and mental rejection. That certainly would be the grand fun of beginning my revenge, right? That would drive her and her conniving mother-in-law wild. She will die of disbelief that the man she snatched from me all thanks to that damn agreement was moaning my name under the sheets while he gleefully fucked me like he has never done anyone. She might suffer a heart attack for that.Then again, who the fuck cares, huh?No one. Ooh, well, at least not me. She did not care about me when she insulted me in front of Mazur's and her family. She had even the guts to make sure I saw her as she moved into the mansion with Ray. She had all the glee watching my walk of shame. She had even dared to hurt me that day as I left. Let us see how she handles this. It is payback time, witch! Brace yourself tight!“Yes. I love her so much, Daddy

“I am waiting, Irma. What the heck is going on here? Is this a reunion now? Have you forgiven him? Have you made up already? Are you back together? Are you…”“Julie!” I cut her off. She is way too ahead of her time. As if that time will even come.“Then speak up if you don’t want me to presume the worst. Or maybe the worst has already happened."What sucks the most is not the way she is gawking at me with apocryphal coup d'oeil, nor how softly she expressed that as if she is entirely certain that I have done something with Ray. It is how her visual aspects are divergent, with tones of detest and incertitude. It is how she is acting as if I have committed the worst abortion worldwide. It is the way she is acting as if I am reeking of sin to the highest heavens.I grab the dishes and busy myself by taking them to the kitchen. Washing them is a better option, so I grab the dishwasher, pour an exuberant amount of soap, and start washing them to kill time and escape that impossible friend.

Ray takes tortoise strides inside after Julie runs upstairs, making me take a few steps back inside. I swallow hard, but I hug my cool so tight, refusing to flinch or blink. Even if he heard it all, I don’t think anything has to change because I made it crystal clear that I was pushing through with my revenge. Nothing to aggravate him. And I don’t think I was that intoxicated with sex when I heard him saying that he would not stand in my way. The only thing he pleaded for was the pardon of her father, which I also remember I did not consent to.“Angel is asleep.” He says finally, his eyes not leaving mine. I don’t know what he is thinking. I honestly cannot tell where his mind has wandered off to, but I hope it is not part of that crap that Julie barfed. That he sees me as a loose woman. Or maybe he now does after learning I only allowed him to fuck me just so to spite his wife? Then again, who cares? At least not me.“I suppose you are leaving. I will see you at the door.” I say, and