Lahat ng Kabanata ng Surrender To Me: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

ISLACrashing surrounds me. My instinct is to rush under the bed and hide. They’re fighting again. Daddy’s always mad. Tonight, he throws his dinner against the wall and makes Momma eat off the floor. He always does this to Momma. No wonder she never laughs anymore. Joseph pulls at his arm, but my father tosses him aside. It works. He’s not focused on Momma anymore. His foot is no longer at her head, holding her down to the bowl on the floor, but I don’t like how he’s staring at Joseph. That’s his angry look. The last time I saw his eyes slit in anger like that, he stroked my sister Sara with a belt so hard that she started bleeding. After that night, Sarah never spoke again. Momma keeps begging Daddy to get help for her, but he ignores the requests. I think he hates Sarah more than the rest of us. I hear him in her room at night, making weird noises as he calls her bad words. When he leaves, he’s always fixing his belt. Lost in the past, I see my father covered in blood and Joseph

BRYCEI understand that I’m a no-good piece of shit. It’s morally taboo to crave your son’s girlfriend the way I do. But the moment she walked into my apartment on my son’s arm, jealousy I’d never known before burned red hot. If I weren’t scared that she’d run from me, I’d have her spreadeagle on my sofa while I made her beg for mercy. Hear her screams from the multiple orgasms I’d give her. Put her in a coma from coming so damn hard that she’d forget all the negative shit she’s been subjected to. She’s stunned silent, her pretty eyes wide as she bites her bottom lip. Her long nails dig into her palms. But her dilated pupils and erratic breathing aren’t lost on me. I’m unsure if her reactions are from fear or because she’s turned on. It could be both. If she weren’t so vulnerable, I would be into scaring her before I fuck her. But I don’t think she’s ready for that or ever will be. I offer her a smile, trying to appear more like a sheep than the wolf I am. “I’m sorry,” I say as I

BRYCEFuck! I didn’t mean to call her a slut, but it slipped out. I didn’t call her that to be disrespectful cause Isla is anything but a slut. She’s beautiful and strong. Perfect. But hearing her beg me to say it again makes me want to degrade her and make her cum so many times that her mind goes numb. “You want Daddy’s cock in your whore cunt, don’t you?”She nods, but that’s not good enough. I pull her hair, forcing her head back. “No nodding. Be a good girl and tell me exactly what you want.”“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers. Gripping her hips, I ram into her in one thrust. She’s so fucking wet, so warm. The sensation of her soft flesh under my hands is like a narcotic pumping through my veins, driving me further into the depths of addiction. Nothing seems to matter but her and this moment. “You feel so good, baby. So wet and perfect.”Isla moans as she backs her ass onto my cock. I abandon my grip on her head and grab her big, round ass cheeks, spreading them apart to view her perfe

BRYCEHoly fuckin’ shit! Never in a million years would I let a woman talk to me like this in the bedroom, but goddamn, I’d be a liar if I didn’t think Isla looked hot as fuck right now. I’m unsure if it’s the submission that gets me going since it’s nice not to take the lead for once or that this meek girl has become a damn queen in a short period. I’m proud to know I’ve assured her she’s safe with me. She finally knows I won’t harm her, and that’s worth its weight in gold. My lips part as I follow her orders. Her sweet lips turn up as she slowly glides the silicon into my mouth. At first, she thrusts slowly, but it doesn’t take long for her to quicken her pace. “You’re such a good cocksucker, Pup. That’s it, baby. Get this cock nice and wet so I can shove it in your ass. You’ll like that, won’t you, baby? Mommy fucking you in your tight little ass. Look how hard your big dick is at the idea.” I think it’s adorable that she calls me “Pup.” The name makes zero sense for my beast-li

SLOANE’S POVI felt my heart pounding as I knew what I had to do. Face him. Neil Wolfe. We’ve been going back and forth for the past six months now. He keeps pulling this string around us and when I break it, Wolfe comes harder begging, wanting every inch of me and when we collide, the force is impulsive, almost as if it will uproot us with force. “We need to talk.” I mutter as I watch Wolfe grab his sports bag, hanging it on his shoulder ready to head home. I was his personal assistant, I knew everything to know about him, but I doubt if he knows beyond my first name or what I like or not. I had accepted this job because I needed the money, now, I am kind of considering letting it go alongside the man I’ve come to love so dearly. Although I’ve worked for Neil Wolfe for three years, we’ve only gotten intimate for the past six months. “Can’t it wait, Sloanie? I am exhausted and my legs ache so much.” He complains as he rounds the side of the car waiting for me to get into the