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No sane person glared at me while my hand was wrapped around their throat. No one but her.
Be a good girl and learn that lesson early.”
“I make my own rules, Caleb. Be a good boy and learn that lesson early,”
Niko might be the scariest one to look at out of the bunch, but damn, he was secretly the sweetest.
“Let me know if you need anything, and I do mean anything,” Kenji commented suggestively from behind.
God, men were arrogant. What did he assume? That I wouldn’t be able to keep myself from hopping onto his dick because those deft fingers trailed down my back as he unzipped me?
Fuck, this man felt like danger and poor decisions.
I’d heard it all before, the disgust over the way my body looked. How ironic that my nickname was a reminder that, like the marks on my skin, I was an unwanted blemish placed upon my family.
He devoured me.
If he ran a fingertip down my center, he’d find the effect he and Kenji had on me.
When accepting your body, there were always bound to be moments where you’d need to rebuild your walls and remind yourself that you were a hot bitch whose worth was determined by more than appearance.
“Kenji doesn’t give a shit how they look. He cares about who the fuck thought they could touch you like that. So…who the fuck did this to you?” he asked.
He’d entrapped me like a fly caught in a web, waiting to be devoured by the spider.
His tone kicked on my fight-or-flight response. Fucked up part? I wanted either of those responses to end with me writhing below him.
“Mrs. Callahan, you were mine the moment I saw you again. And I made sure it was official minutes after I announced it to that room.”
YOU DID WHAT
It was so wrong, but so fucking erotic.
Did I actually want to have sex with the asshole who’d forced me into marriage?
“I might’ve had to marry you, but I don’t fuck Romano scum. No matter how sinful you taste. Your family is fuckin’ tainted.”
Yeah whatever
“You may not want to fuck me, husband, but if you stick your dick in another bitch, I’ll cut the fuckin’ thing off. Which would be a shame because it feels like it’s a nice mouthful.”
“You may like sharing, but I won’t fucking share you,”
Yup
He didn’t know what to do with me. Men rarely did.
The mattress slumped underneath my weight as I leaped back into it, making sure to stay in the frame. Scar better appreciate the production levels going into this, the red lights, and the tripod. Shit, I needed music to add some ambiance to the hand fucking I was about to do.
Wait is he gonna film himself?!!??!!
“Scar, here’s a gift for you. Material for when you use your fingers to fuck that leaking cunt of yours,” I said to my phone.
Omg
Labored breathing mixed with the sensual sounds from Chase Atlantic.
Not chase atlantic lmaooooo
I dragged a finger through my mess, bringing the digit to my mouth and licking it off.
Whoa.
“Will you come clean me up next time, Scar?”
Duh
Ryan was now my sole friend, and we only spoke every few months.
Oh
Dicks were trouble.
Being a good friend meant not having an issue with secrets being kept from you.
La Brujita de Los Muertos had twitchy fingers and didn’t give a shit about asking questions.
In this world, family and loyalty were everything.
My whole life had been atoning for sins that weren’t my own, and I was at my wit’s end.
I wanted to seat myself atop his thrown like a blasphemous goddess and make him watch as every man he commanded bowed at my feet.
My lock screen read one p.m., but what caught my attention was the notification that Kenji had sent me a final message with what looked like an attachment. Holy shit. That’s a dick.
Lmaoooo omg
I hadn’t moved since pressing play, too entranced by the way he fucked his hand while saying filthy things for me. I craved to replace his hand with my own.
That was so much better than a dick pic. Men should only send vocal jerkoff videos like that.
What the hell did you say back to that? Thanks for the masturbation material. Your dick looked great.
Tattoos rippled with each move he made in a mesmerizing dance. What did they look like when he fucked?
Covered in tattoos and chiseled muscles—a woman’s wet dream.
“You’ll never go hungry while you’re in my care.”
His tone was sweet, but his actions were commanding—the two sides of his personality warring for dominance. He was both.
My brain had a goddamn aneurysm at the sight of him.
His words were like a prayer on his lips. Yet I was the one on my knees in worship.
She was so beautiful when overtaken by lust that I couldn’t hold back.
I never kissed women. It always felt too intimate for fucking. But Scar’s pouty pink lips taunted me.
“I want you so fucking sore, Scar, that with every move you make, you think about how you let someone other than your husband fuck this delicious pussy,”
Have her. That’s what I fucking wanted. I wanted to possess her and be possessed by her.
Fuck. I was obsessed with my brother’s wife.
Be a good little whore and clean up the messes you’ve made.
Niko might’ve been avoiding me, but he’d made sure there was something in the fridge for me to heat up in the microwave.
Aw
