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Justice is a mistress that calls my name and pulls me into her embrace to fuck me. And leave me bereft. Empty. Wanting a closure I’ll never possess.
End a life. Give justice. Begin again.
Most women are delicate, in need of protection. But only in the physical sense. Emotionally, they are more intelligent, more in tune with the feelings that tend to dominate their lives.
Specifically, the soft, tender ones: adoration and compassion. Whether that’s caring for another, or even love. Whatever the name, they lead to weakness. Which results in pain and suffering.
Even desire, if it’s through selfish acts; the gratification of it, both mentally and physically.
She treats each individual like a person of worth.
“I love you too, but no. Why can’t a man simply ask, ‘Do you want me to come over and eat your pussy till you come on my face?’”
Literally…
How can I when my boss lets me eat whatever I want when I’m clocked in?
Me :)
Money is disgusting. And I mean that in every way possible. That doesn’t stop me from needing it.
If only I could ignore my guilt as well.
want to be rid of the problem, the confusion and lack of control she creates in my life. Except I won’t kill her, because it goes against my code of ethics. However, invading her privacy doesn’t.
“Remember what I said. Miss Green is off
limits to you.” And anyone else. Only until I discover why she affects me in ways I can’t understand. Or explain.
I swear her self-proclaimed “horny vibes” or pheromoans—yes,
Unless one compares him to Lucifer…
But I never would’ve guessed that Mr. Bennett, the prosecuting attorney who tried to imprison my father, would be the same man who also possessed a degree of chivalry.
It feels like nothing in my life will ever be the same again.
Family isn’t defined by a number of people or the social construct. It’s defined by the number of heartbeats, shared laughs, and a love that goes beyond borders or restrictions.
She’s a beautiful woman. Rich, dark hair that reaches the small of her back, long enough for a man to wrap around his wrist several times. Her eyes are the color of honey, flaunting the sweetness inside, driving you to want a taste. Her body is not as curvy as most of the women here, but her tits are the perfect size to fill a man’s hand.
He’s too… everything. Handsome. Powerful. Intense.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Grady shouts. Bennett jerks his chin in my direction. His eyes are bright in the dim lighting, the fierce emotions within shining like diamonds. “She’s mine.”
“You need me. Not this fucking job or anything else,” he says. “Now, get in the car before I carry you.” “Please, just wait a second. I need to think.”
He grabs my hips, his fingers digging into the material of my skirt. Right before he tosses me over his shoulder. After securing his hold on the back of my thighs, he walks to the car. My hair covers my face, the tendrils swaying in time with his steps, hiding my embarrassment from the people on the street. Bennett stops, opens the car door, and then deposits me inside. I sink into the leather seat, my jaw slack. I’ve never been manhandled in my entire life, but from the way my heart pounds and my blood races through my veins, I suspect I’m not as opposed to it as I should be.
“Don’t try to run,” he says, staring into my eyes. “I can see you want to, but don’t.” “Why?” “I will always chase you.”
Omg…
“Stop looking at me like that.” I flick my gaze to his. “What?” “Stop looking at me like you want my hands on your body.” He inhales as if to keep a hold on himself, his knuckles turning white as he grips the steering wheel. “If I touch you, I won’t ever stop.” I drop my head and lace my fingers, resting them in my lap. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I’m talking about sexual attraction, Miss Green.”
“I agree, Callie.” I sneak a glance at him. “No one’s ever called me that.” “And no one else ever will.”
Im dying
“Give me your address, or we’ll go to mine,” he says. “Either way, you’re coming with me.”
I don’t think my cock has ever been this hard. And certainly not for this long.
I want her more than I’ve wanted any other woman. I’d be lying to myself if I didn’t recognize there’s more to it than that. My life would certainly be less complicated right now if all I wanted was to fuck her.
A person can’t survive without it, without that life force. She is mine. My reason for feeling alive. My reason for feeling enraged. My reason for feeling anything at all.
“Mr. Bennett—” “Hayden,” I correct. She eyes me warily before licking her lips. My cock twitches in my pants, and I grit my teeth to keep from grabbing her and fucking her mouth.
HAYDEN BENNETT IS GORGEOUS, DOMINEERING, AND AN asshole.
Hayden is a conundrum. He’s violent, but he uses that violence to protect me. Until he walked into my life again, I didn’t realize I’d been missing that security.
I have no answers. The only thing I know is that, for whatever reason, this man makes me feel safe even though I shouldn’t. And his displays of violence don’t shock or frighten me. They seduce me.
She arches her back, her nipples pointing at the camera, taunting me. Her movements become frenzied as she draws closer to her orgasm, and my cock pulses, pre-cum leaking from the head. I could come from just watching her. But when she moans my name, I nearly explode. And almost crash my car.
“I refuse to be alone in my obsession,” I grit out between clenched teeth. “You will suffer like me. I’ll accept nothing less. Then, maybe we can ease the desperation in one another as I fuck you until there’s nothing left of me, until I’ve lost myself in you so completely that I no longer recognize myself.”
“I warned you,” I say. “I gave you a chance to walk away and you didn’t take it. Instead, you thought you could touch what’s mine. Fuck what’s mine. For that, there’s no devil in hell or god in heaven who can save you. Burn, motherfucker.”
Mr. Spank-me-harder Bennett
Mr. I-want-to-sit-on-your-face Bennett.
“She is a person of great interest to me and should be shown the ultimate respect at all times. Whenever she requests to speak to me, you will contact me immediately and put all of my other plans on hold. There’s nothing and no one more important than her. Understood?”
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SHE’S HERE. I run my gaze over every inch of Calista, drinking in her presence like a man dying of thirst. It’s been too long since I’ve had her look at me. Since I’ve heard her voice. If I could survive on those things alone, I’d never want for anything else. When it comes to this woman, I’m fucked. Beyond fucked.
A smile takes over my mouth before I can stop it. One that’s both rare and genuine. This woman seduces me at night and amuses me in the day. So unique. So mine.
“You’re safe,” Hayden says, sweeping his thumb over my cheek. “I’ve got you.” I lift my arm to brush his jaw with my fingertips, ignoring their trembling. Is it with trepidation… or from the pleasure of touching him? “You don’t need to worry about me, Hayden. I’m fine.”
Addiction is the strongest adversary I’ve ever encountered. The depression. The panic attacks. The delusions of a better future.
“I’m here,” she whispers back. “Whatever you need.” Calista Green has given me permission to take. To consume. To own. How can I resist? I. Can’t.
Me submitting and him claiming.
All because of this intimate moment. I finally see Hayden as a human being with both flaws and feelings. It makes me want to curl inside his arms and never leave. From what I’ve gathered, we’ve both lost a loved one and are in need of someone who understands.
“I’m not after redemption, or even revenge. I want understanding more than anything.” “Understanding.” His breath whispers over my lips. “You never cease to amaze me. After everything, you should want blood… yet your heart remains pure.”
“How’d what go?” “Oh my fuck.” Harper squints at me. “You know exactly what I’m talking about which means you have stuff to tell. Spill.”
Me
His reassurance might’ve been firm, but he was gentle. Tender in a way that I would’ve never imagined him capable of. Now that I’ve experienced it, I want more.
