"Don't you love this?" Isobel asked, undoing his pants. Leaning her back on the table. Cameron raised her up, pushing her ass on the table. He checked the bottom drawer and realised they were out of condoms. Completely mesmerised, he breath. "Now now, we can't do this. You don't want to get pregnant." She leaned closer to his body till her braless tits fell on his chest and her lips touched his ears. "I did something." She whispered. "Won't be giving birth for three months." She said. Cameron shifted back, taking his time to look in her eyes. He wanted to be sure she understood what she had done and was ready for it. Isobel smiled, need masqueraded her eyes. "Are you sure?" She nodded. Dipping her hand in his pants. She gasped as her hand fisted his, thick, hard dick. "I want this." "Good." Cameron said, taking his shirt off. "Because I'm going to fuck you." He roared and that instant, her dress ripped open. She enjoyed the sound of the tear. She enjoyed being vulnerable and naked in front of him. Her nipples hardened and his tongue envelope it. "You're mine. And I'll make you remember that. Every. Damn. Time." He entered her with a sharp push that left her gasping, railing her against the table. Her reflection in the mirror pleased him. Making him harder. "You're so fucking hot." Cameron said, almost breathless. "I know." She whispered back, unable to think. Her hand roamed around his body till she felt his gun. Isobel gasped. Cameron held her little fingers, reading the look on her face. He stopped and pulled out without taking his eyes off her body. He spread her legs wide for him and gulped. She's so beautiful. He thought. That pussy is mine. Cameron loaded the gun with a bullet and cocked it. Isobel flinched. The mouth of the gun grazed her pussy in ways she enjoyed. He stuck it in and she leaned backwards. "Cameron..." She moaned, biting her lips. He was fucking her with his gun. This is her dream come true.
ISOBEL'S POV
I am running. Not in the woods like a normal cliché movie, but past blocks of apartments of a poor neighborhood. My heart beats faster with each step I take forward and every step sends spikes of pain through my skull, but I refuse to let it slow me down. When every limb in my body is on the brink of collapsing, one agonising headache won't be a reason for me to stop running.
I can't stop. If I do... only God knows what will happen to me.
My lips part, releasing a sharp breath that morphs into a scream. Despite the intensity of my cry for help, it feels as though no one hears me amidst the pursuit. That can't be right. People live in these buildings. Everyone knows everyone's business. Gossip is easy to spread around in this area. I know that because I lived here once. Yet it seems like no one was calling the police. The quietness of the night proves it. This is a very small neighborhood and the cops would speed up here if a crime is reported, there was nothing those vile people enjoyed more than taking people barely surviving in the slums into custody, yet there are no sirens blaring.
Everything tonight is fucked up.
I swallow, still moving forward. My heart thumps violently against my ribcage as I speed up.
I understand no one would invite a stranger to their house at night, especially one who is running for her life, but the more I ran and the darker the night grew without help, the more I knew no one cared. They're not supposed to but it sucks.
I run past the general, local trash dump and a frown forms on my face. The pungent smell of bins fills my nostrils and I pull my hand over my face to block my respiration a bit.
Why am I here? I don't deserve this. How did I even get in this situation in the first place?
I jump past a mini fence and sight a government scooter ahead. Sneaking a gaze backwards, I search my pocket for coins.
Come on. Come on.
My fingers hunt my pocket for any cent but I can't feel anything. I dip my hand in my other pocket, without stopping to catch my breath.
Still nothing. I can't find any coins. A terrified gulp slid painfully down my throat in desperation.
I can't see him, but I know he's here. He's everywhere. Watching me, chasing me. Monitoring my every movement and waiting for the right time to pounce. That's why despite the ache I feel in my joints and all around my body, I can't stop running. I swallow.
Maybe I should take a pause to relax. My knees can't take this any further.
I stop to catch my breath.
This brief moment gives me time to raid my purse, which I did.
Thank goodness, I found a coin!
My hand shakily holds the coin and I push it into the electric scooter. It comes on immediately.
I begin to ride. My chest heaves with every hard breath, and my body is trembling on the scooter but at least, I can relax my legs. This brief comfort gives me time to reminisce.
I'm not poor. I graduated from the best highschools and an Ivy League college. Why then am I in a neighborhood meant for the lowest class of society, you may wonder? That's something I question myself about too but my life is twisted and complicated. Very complicated.
The sound of something clashing on something metallic resounds in the environment causing my heart to skip a beat. I turn to look at it. Five dogs, begging to be freed, bark at me from behind a wired mesh fence. Thank goodness for the fence, or I'd be dead even before he catches me. I scoot further.
Everywhere is dark. The only stable light source illuminating the streets is the moonlight. I never thought I'd hate it and love it at the same time but here I am, enjoying the darkness that makes my body look like a shadow and blend with the night yet gives me enough rays to light up my path.
But the streets are empty. I remind myself. This is the scary part about nighttime. There's no where to run or stay undercover because there is easy access to everywhere. So no matter where someone hides, the person will always be found.
I look over my shoulder then avert my gaze forward quickly. I can't see anyone behind me. That may be a good sign or a bad sign but I don't care. I won't stop until I reach my destination. The honks of vehicles and chatter slid in my ears. I can already tell I'm close to the city.
The ends of my lips curl as bright lights, other than the moonlight, illuminates the path before me. I'm not so far away anymore. All I have to do now is scoot for a few minutes and I'll be there!
Hope.
A glimpse of hope replaces the dreadful feeling that enveloped my heart.
I'll finally be somewhere that is crowded with people. Somewhere he won't be able to find me. At least, I'll have a few hours of freedom before the city gets quieter and I'll be able to think.
All I have to do is scoot faster. Just a few more blocks and I'll be near my freedom....
A loud noise deafens my ears for a second. I didn't need to think twice to realise what it was nor where it came from. It's a gunshot. Slowly, yet quickly, my body is falling to the ground.
My vision blurs and my chest feels heavy.
Did he find me? How?... I was so close.
The bullet barely dug in my skin yet my body feels like it is carrying the weight of something twice my size. I hear a thud as something hits the ground. It's the bullet.
I grunt and forcefully push my other hand up to touch the hand the bullet hit. Blood is oozing out of my arm. My skin was grazed hard enough to leave me immobile. Fuck!
Warm hands hold me before my body falls to the ground.
A hot breath cascades my neck, making it harder for me to breathe. I can hear the sound of his heavy breath hovering down my skin. This makes me realise how close my body is to his and it gives me goosebumps. "I told you I'd find you. Tag." The eerie, wicked voice of my step brother echoes in my ears.
"Don't deny it. You want it." Killian said to me, stroking the nape of my neck with his thumb. His face is so close to mine and I forgot to breathe. I gasped when he pushed my dress higher, revealing my thighs to him and let his hands rest between my thighs. I tilted my head to the side to avoid his lustful gaze, penetrating deep into my soul. "Your body craves it." He said, firing kisses down my neck till his lips touched my hard, naked nipples. That sent shivers down my spine. My body erupted with goosebumps and I exhaled sharply. I want to speak, but I can't. He has that much effect on me. His tongue played with my nipples and I mewled. That felt so good. "You want me as much as I want you." He whispered with his lips pressed on my skin. I shouldn't be doing this. I know I should stay away from this man but how can I when he invades my thoughts daily? When he's the only one my body wants. It's frustrating because no matter how hard I try, I can't say no to him. And I am this close to making the worst mistake of my life. I swallowed, trying to fathom the words out.His fingers brushed my core and I jerked forward, pressing my body on his. "I don't want you." "You're lying." He said, playing with the strap of my thong with a lazy finger. My eyes rolled back in my socket with pleasure. I am lying but he's making it so hard. "We shouldn't be doing this, Killian." Killian? Do I really have the right to call him that? "Give me one reason why and I won't touch you." "Because you're my best friend's Fiance."
Sheila had her back against the wall when her family tried to force her to marry an awful old man. In a fit of rage, she hired a gigolo to act as her husband. She thought the gigolo needed money and did this for a living. Little did she know that he was nothing like that. One day, he pulled off his mask and revealed himself to be the world's top magnate. This marked the beginning of their love. He showered her with everything she could ever want. They were happy. However, unexpected circumstances soon posed a threat to their love. Would Sheila and her husband make it through the storm? Find out!
My family was on the poverty line and had no way to support me in college. I had to work part-time every day just to make ends meet and afford to get into the university. That was when I met her—the pretty girl in my class that every boy dreamt of asking out. I was well aware she was out of my league. Nevertheless, I mustered all my courage and bravely told her that I had fallen for her. To my surprise, she agreed to be my girlfriend. With the sweetest smile I had ever seen, she told me that she wanted my first gift for her to be the latest and top-of-the-line iPhone. I worked like a dog and even did my classmates’ laundry to save up. My hard work eventually paid off after a month. I finally got to buy what she wanted. But as I was wrapping my gift, I saw her in the dressing room, making out with the captain of the basketball team. She then heartlessly made fun of my inadequacy and made a fool out of me. To make things worse, the guy whom she cheated on me with even punched me in the face. Desperation washed over me, but there was nothing I could do but lie on the floor as they trampled on my feelings. But then, my father called me out of the blue, and my life turned upside down. It turned out that I was a billionaire's son.
RIEKA She was a naive, chubby, wolfless werewolf, maltreated by her mate to the point where she loses her sanity and womb, her crime was being chubby and less attractive than her peers. GABRIEL He was a handsome, strong willed womanizer, who happens to a hybrid ALPHA prince, the person he loves the most is his kid brother RALPH. He has searched high and low for a mate he could never find. What will happen when he finds out that his beloved brother's ex wife, happens to be his long awaited mate, who was maltreated and is currently mentally unstable? Will he forgive his brother for hurting his mate? or will blood flow?
Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"
Five years ago, he upped and left his wife without informing her. He had always felt unworthy. As a result, he decided to go and become a better man. It took him five whole years of daily hard work. When he was satisfied, he returned as a powerful and honorable man. He intended to start a family with his wife. But he got back to meet the greatest shocker of his life. He actually had a daughter!
"Ms. Crawford, it’s time for you to divorce Mr. Larsen and come home. You're the only heiress the Master's waiting for.” ~•~ For the sake of love, Amara accepted the arranged marriage with Tobias William Larsen. She did everything to gain her husband’s heart but when his old love returned, she realized that all her effort was all for naught. Tobias demanded a divorce on the night of their wedding anniversary, even at the price of threatening her. Heartbroken, she finally dropped all her illusions about him and returned home to be the heiress. The next time she met Tobias, they were no longer couples but opponents. "Mr. Larsen, should I remind you again? We've divorced." "Amara, that's the stupidest mistake I've ever made. Please come back to me."