All Chapters of KIDNAPPED TO VEGAS (A Spicy Badboy Romance): Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I'm not gonna look at her. Because if I see her face right now—if I see fear in those amber eyes, or disgust, or anything other than the woman who loves me, I might stop. But this piece of shit doesn't deserve mercy. Not after what he did to her. Not after five years of treating her like a fuck-toy he got on a cheap promo.This is exactly how I handle men like Eden. In fact? Her presence is the only thing deterring me from doing worse, from pulling out the knife in my boot and showing him what real pain feels like.I lean down again, casual as hell."So start talking, buddy. First things first... how the fuck did you record her?"Eden sobs and snots. Fresh blood pools from his lip and drips down his chin onto his shirt. His whole body is trembling from the cold, but he's got that defiance written all over his face."FUCK YOU! FUCKING BASTARD!" he screams, trying to manage the pain.I grunt an amused laugh. "With all the pleasure in the world, you sad piece of shit."I raise the bel

~~~CAIRO~~~"Fuck me, Cairo."Those three words gunned me like a shot of straight whiskey.She’s leaning back against the tree trunk with my shirt hanging loosely on her neck. Her tits are out, full and soft, nipples hard from the cold night air and from how turned on she is.God fucking help me. I can’t stop staring at them. They rise and fall with every breath she takes, and my cock throbs so hard it’s starting to hurt.One hand grabs her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh, while the other pins her wrists on the bark, above her head.The tree is rough against her back, but her body is warm and yielding. I kiss her deep and messy, biting her lower lip before I move down to suck hard on her neck, leaving a red mark there on purpose."Ahhhhh!" She yelps, and it sounds like a moan, causing my dick to slap against her with unrestrained urge."You're mine, baby!" I growl into her ear.I yank the shirt the rest of the way off her shoulders so it falls behind her on the ground. Now s

Diana isn't just kissing me anymore; she’s literally claiming my lips with a fierce kiss that gets me laughing and falling on top of her. Her hands are messing deeply into my hair like I'm her playtoy, and I'm loving every bit of it. Every bit of her.And in this goddamn moment, I finally realize I've never been this happy. This... fucking ruined by a woman. It isn't like the kind of control where I want to be in charge, like it is with the other woman; it's the kind where I'm scared of how much she controls me. My lips ruin her too, claiming those soft lips like she's my oxygen, tasting the leftover chocolate ice cream and myself off her lips.It's like a fight, a beautiful dance of lips crushing against each other and juices mixing. The sucking sound of our lips finally fills the air, causing my dick to rise again. Fucking monster.She pulls back to grab some air and her lips are too wet from my saliva. Mine are too, wet from hers. My body vibrates with a soft laugh."You love

"Can you please hold still, Pippa? You're gonna poke your eye out.""I wouldn't have to hold still if you didn't keep talking to me while I'm putting on my liner!" Pippa shoots back.I sigh and lean closer to the mirror, reaching for a lip pencil that's rolling around on the dresser. Our hands bump, and Pippa gives me a frustrated grump."See? This is why I never do my makeup with other people in the room," she grumbles."You're the one who said we should get ready together!""Because I thought it would be fun, not because I wanted you to sabotage my entire face."I manage to grab the pencil before it falls off the edge and start working on my lips. My hand is steady enough, but my heart's giving me that fluttery feeling again. I can't believe I'm going on an actual date tonight. With Cairo. Like he ain't the guy that kidnapped me and tied me to a tree.Pippa and I had snuck out early after work to get our hair and nails done. She's going on a pool party with her gay crush and I've ne

Alec pulls the handle back and the car door swings wide open. “Miss Holiday?" he says, holding the door like I’m about to walk onto a red carpet instead of a bunch of sand.The cool ocean air slaps me from all directions before I even step out. I slide out of the car and my heels sink deep into the sand that looks like white powder. Cairo’s already standing there, looking like a total dream. He stretches out his hand for me, his silver watch catching the glow from the house."You ready?" he asks. His voice is so low, like he’s sharing a secret with me."Yes, I am.”I take his hand, and he tucks my arm against his side, guiding me forward. The wind is doing a number on my hair, blowing the messy curls into my face, and the flower attachments on my dress are fluttering like crazy. The breeze is so calming, but my heart is doing the exact opposite. It’s racing wildly with anticipation.This place is unreal. It’s like a giant glass jewel resting in the middle of nowhere, glowing wit