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“We could make a deal,” she suggested as I strapped her foot up.
“I don’t make deals,” I told her.
“You haven't heard what I have to say,” she argued. “We have one thing in common.”
“What’s that?”
“We both hate Leslie and want her gone,” she said.
“I don’t hate your stepmother, and it will benefit us to have her at the helm, the Boleyn empire. She’s already offered Richmond territory, so…” I shrugged nonchalantly.
“She’s not at the helm. I am,” she angered, wincing as she knocked her ankle through frustration. “She had no right to do that. My father’s will hasn’t even been read yet. God, we haven't even buried my father yet, and she’s out there trying to destroy everything he built.”
Her breathing heaved in frustration as her chest rose and fell, and all I could think about was her being fucked in the library by my brother.
“It was executed through her lawyer, or was it your father’s lawyer?” I explained, as a waft of her intoxicating shampoo infiltrated my senses, like poison to weaken my senses. “Anyway, we haven't decided to take her offer, but she seems quick to offload it.”
I pulled away from her because my cock was getting hard and I wanted to fuck her, but I had to stay in control.
This woman would destroy me if I let her.
If he found out that Ezrah was fucking the daughter of Maxwell Boleyn, he would disapprove, perhaps disown him.
But as the younger son, he would get away with it more than I would.
“Give me back my phone so I can call my father’s lawyer, Nicolae,” she demanded, pointing her irate finger at me, and I have to admit that her angry face was hot as fuck. “I need to get to the bottom of this shit. She has no right to sell my territory to you.”
“Fine,” I said, standing up, pleased to leave because this entire space, once used as our bike shed where we’d tinker on the bikes, is now her bedroom, and everything smells like her. Everywhere I look, there’s a piece of her.
On one hand, I know that she can’t stay here forever, but on the other hand, I will miss her once we turf her out.
And I haven't decided what we’re going to do with her next.
My mother seemed to have softened to Adina’s demise, the loss of her father, and the only world she knew was currently being erased before her eyes.
She told me that Adina’s mother had died of cancer not long ago, and not only did she show sympathy for her, but she also suggested that we should watch out for her and be her protectors.
It was obvious that our mother was plotting and scheming something that she had yet to divulge; whether or not our father knew what she was doing was a different story.
When I stepped out of the basement, I froze at the sight of several police crawling all over the Lud. Fuck. I shrank back into the basement with the intention of sneaking Adina out and hiding her in the forest above.
“What’s going on?” she asked, noticing my hesitation.
and was about to pull the door closed when Agent Magone appeared with two other officers, leading Conrad out of the frat house with his handcuffs behind his back.
“I have no idea,” I told her. “But the cops are currently arresting Conrad. The fuck did he do? He’s on the team. The fuck?”
I looked down at her, leaning back with her hands pressed into the mattress, head tilted to the side, biting her bottom lip, legs lying out in front of her, looking hot as hell.
I took a deep breath to gather my shit together.
Constantly reminding myself that she was our enemy’s daughter will only work for so long.
Her father put my father in prison, yet I still wanted to fuck her.
She swallowed nervously as she lowered her gaze in both fear and shyness when she noticed the way I was looking at her. “It was you, wasn’t it?” she said as her pretty eyes glanced up as I stepped forward, only to lower them again.
“What?” I wasn’t sure what she was talking about and stepped down another step, closer to her.
“In the library,” she clarified. “It was you watching me, wasn't it?”
I stabbed her with a disapproving glare. “My brother was fucking you in the library in front of everyone like a dirty, little whore.”
Her eyes flicked to the side, then glanced up my face, probably to ascertain my mood. I stepped down the next step, and she swallowed again. There was nowhere she could hide, and even if she tried to hide, she wouldn’t get far with that ankle swollen like a bee sting.
“You liked it?” she stabbed confidently. “I know you liked watching.”
I stepped down another step, closer to my target. “That’s a wild assumption.”
She threw her head back and laughed, but it wasn’t sarcastic laughter; it was pure joy at what she thought was a joke. “You think that’s funny?”
Her laughter suddenly stopped as she bit her lip again, and my cock flinched. “Yes, because,” she looked up at me under her pretty eyelashes as she became restless from apprehension as to what I planned to do once I arrived at her feet. “It looked to me like you were enjoying it.”
“Really? What gave you that impression?” I pressed, stepping down to the floor on her level and stepping closer to her mattress.
“Because you kept watching,” she hesitated before speaking slowly, laced with sugar, basically yanking on my cock.
“If you… didn't like what you saw,” she sighed as I stepped closer again to stand over her succulent body, “you would’ve turned away and stopped watching. But instead, ah, you stayed and kept watching your brother…ffffuck me.”
I cupped her chin, ran my thumb over her plump bottom lip, as she looked up at me as if I were a king. “What do you want, girl?”
Her hands found the front of my jeans and unzipped me, flipped my hard as fuck cock out, and wrapped those lips over my shaft and began licking and sucking, moving up and down. After a few seconds, she pulled off and looked up to me and said, “I want you to help me destroy my stepmother.”
I smiled as she bit her bottom lip again, as her little hand wrapped around my cock and began slowly rubbing. “Destroying your stepmother is not part of our plan,” I told her straight.
“Change the plan,” she demanded, rubbing me harder.
I grabbed a chunk of her hair, wrapped it around my fist, pulled her head back, drawing a gasp from those lips.
“Get on your hands and knees, wabbit,” I ordered.
She hesitated as fear flashed behind those eyes, then, like a good girl, she awkwardly reorganized her body, having two challenges to deal with, both her swollen ankle and me holding her hair.
She then stuck her ass up at me, pulled down her pants to reveal her sweet, perky, fleshy cheeks and crack that I wanted to run my tongue down. But I wanted to be mean to her. The wabbit who called the cops on us deserved to be punished.
“Let’s see how much you can take before you break?” I warned her, before plunging my length in all the way, drawing out a high-pitched gasp. With one hand holding onto her hair like a rein, the other hand held on to her fleshy butt cheek as I slammed her, jolting her body forward.
Balls smacking against her flesh, thrusting faster and faster, keeping up the pace as her sighs and moans grew more excitable. Then I suddenly pulled out, and she glanced back at me, eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire.
My cock was shiny from her wet pussy, stuck out like an impressive rod, as I looked down at my wabbit and said, “There is a way where both of us get what we want.”
“What is it?” she asked with so much hope in her tone.
“First, you have to do something for me?” I ordered as my finger moved down to her tight hole, and I wiggled it inside as she flinched. “You ever been fucked in the ass?”
She shook her head. “No,” she breathed, frightened, but at my mercy. She had no choice, and I liked that.
“I’m going to fuck you in the ass,” I told her, “if you take it, wabbit, I’ll tell you how we can achieve our objectives.”
“Okay,” she sighed, obviously unsure but desperate for any chance to succeed in overthrowing her stepmother.
“Relax,” I demanded as I wormed my cock in her tight hole and grunted as the feel of her skin wrapped around my cock. Halfway in, I began thrusting in short movements to force my cock further in. “Relax,” I kept repeating. “If you tense up too much, it will hurt like hell.”
I continued, “I’m just gonna sit here with my entire length inside you, filling you up, cos it feels so fucking good.” She made a soft little sigh and wiggled her ass a little as I began thrusting, in and out, drawing moans from a mouth I haven't kissed yet.
I slammed harder and harder to test her strength, pulled her hair back, increased the pace, slapping balls against her butt, fuck, she felt good.
As we fell into a rhythm, she started screaming with each strike, shirt sharp screams of desire.
Sweat poured from my brow as the tremendous energy and drive to fuck her so hard that she wouldn’t be able to shit for a week came over me.
I needed to punish her, but my reason for punishing the wabbit faded with each thrust, so all I had left was pure animal instincts.
Her little hands gripped the blankets as her knuckles turned white, the back of her thighs shook, butt cheeks quivered, lower back muscles pulsated, juice dribbled from her asshole, my grunting, her sharp screams of utter elation as we began climaxing.
“Oh my god,” she sighed as if I was killing her, but the cutting of the skin felt good, a sharp sting before the relief.
Tight hole clamping around my cock caused a buildup in my balls, and just as I was about to release, I pulled out and said, “Marry me,” just as I creamed all over her back.
“What?” she gasped. Those two words sobered her up faster than a lightning strike. “Huh?” Her tone was as if I’d gone mad, and maybe I had.
“Marry me.” It was weird saying it aloud, but I waited for my instincts to scream at me in retaliation for my stupidity. But the words landed in my chest and felt good, not something to reject or run away from, but the idea of marrying the daughter of Maxwell Boleyn felt fucking good.
She, on the other hand, was dumbstruck, speechless, and never saw that coming. Yep, it was a surprise for me, too, but it will achieve what we both want, and well…any fool could see that Adina would make a good wife.
“Marry me.”