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Damned, she’d have to start living the role. The role of one of the club’s women—a kind of second-class member, serving her man and doing whatever he asked for, whether it was in the kitchen or the bedroom.
I couldn’t expect her to fulfill the second part of that equation, but the first part might work.
I found her still asleep. Goddamn, but she was gorgeous—that little angel face of hers, pouting in her slumber, made my heart go pitter-patter. I wanted to watch her, to enjoy the way she looked as she slept.
But I knew I shouldn’t. She was Fred’s wife, for Christ’s sake.
That didn’t stop me wanting her. That didn’t stop me savoring the scent she brought into my apartment, the way she warmed things, lit things up. That didn’t stop my eyes wandering to her clothes sitting in a pile on the floor.
And it didn’t stop me wondering what it would feel like to tear the covers off the bed and leap on top of her, holding her down as I took her hard, savoring her groans and moans.
She would writhe and try to hold me off and first, but then she would melt into my embrace, wrapping herself around me, begging to me to do her harder, to make her scream…
That’s how they always went. That’s how I broke them. How I conquered them and made them mine. What can I say? I’m just that good.
It’s not cocky if you can back it up.
But this wasn’t something I could fuck up. Not only was it Fred’s wife, but Claire was looking to be my ticket out of the Damned, out of this fucked up life I had been leading. It was my fault I had started down this path, and it would be my fault if I shit all over it now.
“Hey,” I said. She didn’t wake. I kicked the bed and she still didn’t wake. Finally, I tore the covers from her sleeping body, revealing her naked breasts, each dotted with a pink, perky nipple. I felt my animal instincts demanding that I fuck the shit out of her right then and there, demanding that I leap onto her and into her, that I wrap my fingers around her throat to keep her still.
I slapped her thigh. Damn, but her skin felt good under my hand. It felt smooth. It reacted deliciously to my touch and I slapped her thigh again, this time leaving a vicious red hand print.
“Hey, babe, wake the fuck up and make me breakfast.”
Claire’s eyes fluttered open. She looked around in a daze. And then her eyes fell on me and then drifted down to her naked tits.
“What the fuck, Fang…” she grumbled, grabbing at the covers and throwing them over her chest. “You couldn’t think of a more professional way to wake me up?”
“Professional ain’t nothing no more,” I replied. “You’re living this life with me, and you want to be part of the Damned? Then you gotta’ act like it.”
She yawned.
“Fine. Whatever. You wanna’ see my tits? You can see them all you want!”
And she flung the covers off. Goddamn, but this bitch knew how to make me crazy.
“I don’t give a shit about your tits. What I give a shit about is how I’ve been up for twenty minutes and you still haven’t made me breakfast.”
“I’m not your fucking servant,” she hissed. “I’m on this case with you but that doesn’t make me your actual wife. Not that you should fucking treat your actual wife like that, you goddamned caveman…”
I approached her, my muscles tensing. There was no Doug here to calm us down now. We could have it out right now.
I grabbed her hard by the hair and forced her to her feet. Fortunately, she was still wearing the cheap, pink little panties she had on the night before. If she were totally naked, I don’t know if I could have controlled myself.
“Listen,” I growled, pulling her face close to mine. “If I bring you to the Damned and you’re not acting like one of the club bitches, it’s going to be both our asses. How about that? Do you want me to get shanked while I’m playing
I couldn’t expect her to fulfill the second part of that equation, but the first part might work.
I found her still asleep. Goddamn, but she was gorgeous—that little angel face of hers, pouting in her slumber, made my heart go pitter-patter. I wanted to watch her, to enjoy the way she looked as she slept.
But I knew I shouldn’t. She was Fred’s wife, for Christ’s sake.
That didn’t stop me wanting her. That didn’t stop me savoring the scent she brought into my apartment, the way she warmed things, lit things up. That didn’t stop my eyes wandering to her clothes sitting in a pile on the floor.
And it didn’t stop me wondering what it would feel like to tear the covers off the bed and leap on top of her, holding her down as I took her hard, savoring her groans and moans.
She would writhe and try to hold me off and first, but then she would melt into my embrace, wrapping herself around me, begging to me to do her harder, to make her scream…
That’s how they always went. That’s how I broke them. How I conquered them and made them mine. What can I say? I’m just that good.
It’s not cocky if you can back it up.
But this wasn’t something I could fuck up. Not only was it Fred’s wife, but Claire was looking to be my ticket out of the Damned, out of this fucked up life I had been leading. It was my fault I had started down this path, and it would be my fault if I shit all over it now.
“Hey,” I said. She didn’t wake. I kicked the bed and she still didn’t wake. Finally, I tore the covers from her sleeping body, revealing her naked breasts, each dotted with a pink, perky nipple. I felt my animal instincts demanding that I fuck the shit out of her right then and there, demanding that I leap onto her and into her, that I wrap my fingers around her throat to keep her still.
I slapped her thigh. Damn, but her skin felt good under my hand. It felt smooth. It reacted deliciously to my touch and I slapped her thigh again, this time leaving a vicious red hand print.
“Hey, babe, wake the fuck up and make me breakfast.”
Claire’s eyes fluttered open. She looked around in a daze. And then her eyes fell on me and then drifted down to her naked tits.
“What the fuck, Fang…” she grumbled, grabbing at the covers and throwing them over her chest. “You couldn’t think of a more professional way to wake me up?”
“Professional ain’t nothing no more,” I replied. “You’re living this life with me, and you want to be part of the Damned? Then you gotta’ act like it.”
She yawned.
“Fine. Whatever. You wanna’ see my tits? You can see them all you want!”
And she flung the covers off. Goddamn, but this bitch knew how to make me crazy.
“I don’t give a shit about your tits. What I give a shit about is how I’ve been up for twenty minutes and you still haven’t made me breakfast.”
“I’m not your fucking servant,” she hissed. “I’m on this case with you but that doesn’t make me your actual wife. Not that you should fucking treat your actual wife like that, you goddamned caveman…”
I approached her, my muscles tensing. There was no Doug here to calm us down now. We could have it out right now.
I grabbed her hard by the hair and forced her to her feet. Fortunately, she was still wearing the cheap, pink little panties she had on the night before. If she were totally naked, I don’t know if I could have controlled myself.
“Listen,” I growled, pulling her face close to mine. “If I bring you to the Damned and you’re not acting like one of the club bitches, it’s going to be both our asses. How about that? Do you want me to get shanked while I’m playing
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