Semua Bab Kiss It Better: Bab 191 - Bab 200

Despite the fact that I have no idea how to give head, I start doing my best on Gunsyn’s cock, moving up and down, taking him as deep as I can without gagging and even twisting my tongue around the thick, bulbous tip. I see now what he meant when he told me I wouldn’t be able to speak at dinner.I hear the sounds of a meal being served – plates being put down, glasses and silverware, and try to picture what it’s like up there. Is Victor even acknowledging what’s going on beneath the table? What about Michail? If he didn’t think I was a prostitute before, he does now.But I don’t care about those men. I care about Gunsyn, and right now, my mission is to completely screw with his composure.Okay, I’ve heard Breanna talk about blowjobs before. I’ve seen some porn in my life. I can do this.As I suck him, I take his shaft with my other hand and begin stroking it. I’m awkward at first, but as I start to get the timing, I feel a reaction from him. His legs begin to tense, and he adjusts him

As I sit in my “room” – which is basically a prison cell, slightly more upscale than the one Gunsyn put me in when I first arrived at his house – I wonder what’s happening at the diner.Chris and Kyle are probably behind the stove, arguing about who’s going to cook the mashed potatoes and whether or not they can serve last night’s apple pie or if it’s gone bad and if it has gone bad, whether or not it’s okay for one of them to eat it. They’re probably pissed that I’m not there tonight, but they won’t be worried. They may be my co-workers, but we’re not really friends. It’s not like they’ll be calling the police or rounding up a search party to come find me. And even if they did, what good would it be?Breanna, on the other hand, is probably hysterical. She’s tough, tougher than me, and much more worldly, but I’m her best friend, and I’ve been missing for a long enough period of time that something is obviously wrong. She’s probably found some way to get into my apartment by now and ha

Four years later…“I still can’t believe it. You. A mob wife.”I glance at Breanna in the kitchen making cucumber-lime mocktails, and shake my head. “I’m not a mob wife. I’m just a wife.”“Gunsyn’s not a mobster?”“Not anymore,” I reply as I rock Annika in my arms. Who knew it would be so incredible being a mother? If you’d asked me back when I was working at the diner if I saw myself having children in the near future, I would have told you you were crazy. Funny how life throws things at you.“Once a mobster, always a mobster,” Breanna scoffs as she brings the drinks over to the table.“Well, he runs a furniture company now,” I tell her. “A successful one.”“Yeah, because he intimidates all his customers.”“He does not!” I scold her. “Would you stop that? He’s an honest businessman now. But if you want a mob boyfriend, I’m sure he could put you in touch with someone.”I take a sip of the mocktail. Normally, these would be real cocktails with vodka, but that stopped four months ago wh

Olivia Radcliffe is a tyrant.Queen of Royal Elite Academy, she's got the look, the wealth, and privileges so many can only dream about, but might never attain. Only daughter to a billionaire mogul, no one dares get in her way. She has everything.Anatoli Sidorov is a pauper with a sport's scholarship keeping him in the prestigious academy. When Olivia is at her lowest, he rescues her from what would have been the worst decision of her life.Now Olivia, angry, decides to make life a living hell for him. But he doesn't mind. As long as she doesn't play with his heart.Olivia might be a queen, but he was equally a king in his own right. She might be a tyrant, but he'll let her ride him, while still keeping her in check.Will he succeed in taming the queen?----------------------1 - Anatoli.On nights when the cool wind blows the tops of the trees, I always think of my dad.Three years.He’s been gone three years ago today, and for three years I’ve been coming out here to the ridge to s

“Hey, trailer trash.” I’m greeted by Sally Manke’s smiling face as I enter through the side door by the gym. She’s a smug little bitch on the field hockey team who’s never liked me, but she’s also never been outwardly obnoxious or aggressive to me like that before.I ignore her.“Asshole,” another girl from the team comments as I pass the locker room.“Prick.”“Harvey Weinstein motherfucker.”Jesus.I’ve faced a lot of abuse at Royal Elite Academy, but this is out of the ordinary. And it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what’s changed since yesterday. Olivia may not have followed through on her promise of bringing her family’s wrath down upon me, but she’s obviously stirred up some shit. I keep my head down and keep moving. I find Thatcher by his locker. When he sees me, he comes right over and looks at me like I’ve just broken out of prison.“Bro, what the fuck is going on?” he hisses. “The whole school’s going crazy!”“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”“Well, you better te