All Chapters of Kiss It Better: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

Fred had one mission.Kill Dolores Romano.It was meant to be a very simple job for him, really. But somehow, Dolores has worn his heart with her ambient eyes, quiet charm, and banging body. So, instead of killing her as he's been contracted to do, he hides her.But the longer he keeps her with him, the harder it is for him to keep his hands to himself. He's the furthest thing from a Prince Charming, yes, but Dolores is an angel. Undefiled. Innocent.He wants her, but will she accept him for who he really is? A devil sent to put an end to her life?-------------------------1 - Fred.Politics is a dirty business. What you see on the news isn’t even the half of it. The reality is more akin to what you see in the movies.Bribery, extortion, blackmail, corruption. I’ve seen it all. Hell, I’ve done it all. Even murder.I’m a fixer. A bag man. I handle things that can’t be done legitimately. I keep them quiet, off the books, in the shadows. That’s where I live.Most people think that elect

“Out,” Fred says as he opens my door. As I stand, I glance over his shoulder at the trees. He notices. “You can run, but you won’t get far. And even if you do, the wolves will get you before you make it back home.”“Wolves!?” I exclaim. But Fred just turns his back on me and walks toward the cabin, giving me no other choice but to follow.He moves with an almost robotic precision, his hulking, muscled shoulders moving up and down slowly as if in time with his breath. I can see the bulging definition of his thick, frightening physique through the fabric of his shirt, and as strange as it is, I feel myself being pulled to him like a magnet to a piece of metal. He may have just kidnapped me, but for some bizarre reason, I feel safe with him.I follow him up the stairs and into the cabin. The smell of dust fills my nose, and the old wood creaks beneath my feet. Fred steps into the impossible blackness, there’s a click, and a small lamp in the corner switches on, bathing the living room in

I can only imagine the terrible things Fred has done, but right now, I don’t want to.Right now the only thing I can focus on is his tongue sliding into my mouth and his strong hands exploring every inch of my naked body.A man’s touch…I’ve never felt it before. Never kissed a man. I haven’t even been alone in a room with a man, thanks to my father ruling over my family like King Longshanks from Braveheart.And now, as Fred introduces me to a whole new world of sensation, I am actually glad for what my father did.Because he kept me untouched for this man.There’s something so sexy…so sensual about being exposed before him while he stands in front of me fully clothed. I’m like his little doll on full display.I’m tiny compared to him. I’m not tall anyway, but Fred is well over six feet with shoulders like a linebacker. It’s like he was born to intimidate me, dominate me, take me and make me his.His strong fingertips rake up the sides of my thighs until he finds my butt and squeezes

The slick wetness of Dolores’s virgin pussy has my cock impossibly hard and ready to explode already.This is a massive failure on my part – in every way imaginable.I failed my employer. I botched the job and took a risk unlike any I’ve ever taken. A risk that has changed the course of my life forever.I failed at keeping my hands off her like I swore I would. She and I can’t possibly work. I’m a jaded, scarred-up old man who has seen the worst life has to offer, and she’s a young, innocent virgin with her whole life ahead of her.I know it’s wrong.I know it will never work out – that no matter what she thinks about me now, she’ll never want to stay with me.But here I am, balls deep in her dripping cunt that smells like absolute fucking heaven.“Oh, Daddy…” Her moan sends a shock of excitement through my cock, and I almost burst. No girl has ever called me Daddy before. I wasn’t expecting it either.But I like it. A lot.“Yes, little girl,” I purr back as I change my thrusts, fucki

Two weeks later…It’s routine now – my imprisonment.I wake up to groceries on the table and a list of chores. I make my breakfast first and then I do them. I’m not sure why; there really is no incentive for me to do so. It’s not like Fred can punish me any more than he already has. What’s he going to do? Beat me? Rape me?I guess I do them out of spite. He probably expects me to disobey him, so I follow his instructions to a T.I sweep, I mop, I do the dishes, clean the counter, clean the sink. I even do his laundry. I stuff pieces of cotton into my nose when I do so I don’t inhale his scent. Even now, as much as I hate him, it still awakens something inside me that, as hard as I try, I cannot suppress.I take a late-morning and late-afternoon walk around the property. I stay close enough to the house to avoid the wolves, and then I come back and make him dinner, which I leave for him on the table. He eats in his room every night. He clearly does not want to see me.I haven’t seen hi