All Chapters of Nextdoor Hotties : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Dropping the watering can, she did a little victory dance in her head as she moved closer to hear his response but stopped in her tracks when his steely glance hit her. Just like glancing over a disgusting trash can and then contemplating if you should spit on it or not, but you changed your mind and decided it won't be worth your while. That was exactly how she felt when their eyes met before he jogged off. “So embarrassing.” She muttered, her cheeks reddening. Quizzically looking around to see if anyone else had been watching them, she shielded her face with the corner of her hand before bolting inside. “Universe, take my life!” She lamented as she buried her face in her closet and screamed, “I don't want to live anymore.” “Who’s not living anymore?” Evelyn's voice suddenly cut in, and Ciara jumped into the closet in a startle. Her frantic movement caused her to get blinded by the wraps of clothes over her eyes, and she slipped to the floor. “Cee!” Evelyn cried,

On second thought, he didn't need it urgently. A kid was his hostage this time, not one of his usual captives that were mostly washed out soldiers -whom the Costa Nostras have cancelled- Cee, Cee, the voice in his head whispered her name like the adverse effect of nicotine that he wished the image of her voluptuous ass wasn't engraved in his memory. Peeking through her window, pretending to take selfies while she took pictures of him. Talking on the phone too loudly while she stole glances at him from the rooftop and wetting a spot in her garden for hours just to catch a glimpse of him when he stepped out. Every single one of her tactics he knew them all but pretended to be oblivious to let her get bored and move on, yet this fat-ass, pretty-faced redhead didn't seem to be budging. He loathed her for attempting to catch him off guard when he was a master of his craft. Does she think her petty reporter degree can wield enough power to unhinge him and get his ass thrown in

Maintaining his composure, he ran his palm down the side of his face like a form of self-control technique before he returned his stoic stare on her. “Ignore my question one more time, Cee, and this will whip your ass instead. Now.” He commanded, his Italian accent mixing with the cruel authority of his tone that assured her this handsome kidnapper here never bluffed. “You asked too many questions. How am I supposed to remember the exact one?” She asked in exasperation, straining to keep her voice lower as the corner of her eyes searched for a defensive weapon to snatch. When he leaned forward to reach for her face, she threw herself off the bed and bolted to the door. “Come closer and I'll- she grabbed one of the empty bottles of scotch near the door, pointing it at him with a trembling arm. "Don't even think about that.” He warned, his calculative eyes watching her steps as he leaped towards her, dodging the bottle in time before it shattered against the wall behind him.

Her cheeks burned so hard that she looked anywhere but at him. “Give them back. I'm cold.” She lied. Even as her walls clenched tightly, she pressed her thighs together for the sake of her dignity. If it was the last thing the heavens did for her, she inwardly begged them to stop her cum from dripping on the floor. “You were wet for me? For a kidnapper.” He repeated the term she used for him, his palm splaying at the low of her back while her gaze remained averted. “In your dreams.” She retorted, wriggling from his hold but to no avail as his grip around her grew firmer. “Thirteen, fourteen. At this point I might stop counting and give you the befitting punishment I have in mind.” He said. Glaring at him, she tried to look neutral, but her cum was threatening to pool around her, and she knew she had to salvage the situation before it got out of hand. She had to convince him to let her go to the bathroom in order to wash up. “What did I do now? You won't kill me but

“Ouch.” She suddenly whimpered when she felt his knee between her thighs. “Concentrate and spread those legs for me like a good girl." His baritone voice croaked as his arousal burned him deep, stretching his muscles. This little reporter's waist was so small, similar to a rubber band, that he could stretch and snap in one go, and her soft ass, merde! - Fuck- would be the death of him, he had to admit. Safe for the iota of Alpha male pride in him, he'd have disposed of all this punishment saga and fucked her from behind till she zonked out. “You want to spank me there?” She asked, but it didn't sound like a question, more like an invitation because of how she subtly rocked her hips. Wicked girl, what was she doing this for? A tempting smirk slackened his lips as he rolled his tongue in his mouth. In his own words, he'd have rephrased her question into an actual action, ‘I want to whip your puttana—pussy.’ Stifling a groan at his own dirty thought, he held onto the side o