Lahat ng Kabanata ng KIDNAPPED TO VEGAS (A Spicy Badboy Romance): Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

~~~CAIRO~~~I’m leaning against the glass display case with my hands shoved deep into my pockets. I can hear her moving around behind me. I can hear the soft rustling of fabric. The click of her heels against the floor.My heart's thrashing... literally.I’m thinking about the shit I just told her. I’ve never said that stuff to anyone before, and I expected her to judge. I’m actually surprised at myself—how fucking easy it was to just spill it all to her.But that’s the thing about Diana. She asks those questions and then she actually waits for the answers. She doesn't judge me or fill up the silence with her own assumptions. She just takes it.Mostly, though, I’m thinking about her body. How she looked in that red dress was enough to drive me insane, but the way her hips move when she walks is what really finishes me. The way she bit her lip when she said "I wanna play, Cairo" has got my brain in ruins. My cock's already half hard just from the thought of it.I take a deep breath

He spanks my ass really hard, and my whole body spasms. It stings, but it triples my arousal, my wetness already dripping down my thighs.I hear the groaning sound of his zipper and my heart flutters with both excitement and fear of how much that thing ruins me. His dick flies out; it's so darn hard that it hits against my clit and my thighs clench with crazy horniness. He doesn't even need to hold it, it's so erect that he runs it against my clit in circles. His hand grabs my ass in the right position as his dick massages my clit.The pleasure wipes my mind clean and I melt into it, laughing at what he's doing and moaning at the same time. While he's rubbing it in circles, his hands are free; they come up to my breasts and he plays with them, running kisses all over my back as I’m bent for him. He hasn't even penetrated me, but just from the act, I’m about to cum a second time."Cairo please, I want you. I want you deep inside me," I mumble inside the gag, but my words are not c

Cairo clears his throat, and I can tell he doesn't have many words prepared.I mean... this is parenting, not the redroom, so I expect to see him fumble... and he's meeting my expectations.I sip my wine and watch as his barely five-year-old kid humbles him."Skye, listen baby, about Mommy... I didn't exactly... I mean, I wasn't able to actually...""Daddy, you're stuttering.""I'm not stuttering.""You said 'actually' three times in one sentence."Cairo looks at me like I'm supposed to rescue him. My whole body is shaking; I'm literally gulping my wine, fighting short bursts of laughter. The great Cairo Arsher, reduced to a mess by his little girl."Skye, what I'm trying to say is...""I don't have time for your lies, Daddy." She says it so matter-of-factly, like she's the parent and he's the kid.My mouth is just hanging open now, shocked and laughing at the same time. Skye's eyes shift to me and her little head tilts."Mommy, where have you been?"The silence is so loud that the q

I reach out and grab my mom's shoulders, my fingers pressing into her fragile skin because I need her to stay grounded. I need her to look at me and stop acting like the world is ending without telling me why."Mom, please," I beg, my voice sounding breathy and desperate. "You have to talk to me right now because you're scaring the hell out of me. Who's Cairo to you? Why are you reacting like this?"She finally lifts her head and her eyes meet mine, and the look in hers is so heavy it makes my stomach sick. She doesn't look like she's being dramatic. She looks like she's carrying a casket."Promise me, Diana," she says, her voice sounding like a hushed gasp. "Promise me that if I tell you the truth, you're going to get rid of that man. You're going to walk away and never look back.""What?" I gasp, my heart sinking with a sudden paralyzing dread."What... what truth?" I ask, different sick thoughts violently racing through my mind."Promise me, Diana!" Mom grunts firmly. "Promise me

"It's nothing important. Just an insignificant issue that blew out of proportion.""Oh my God!" I gasp, grabbing my hair."See, Diana? You don't have to be scared. As long as you keep that man far away from you.""I love him, Mom!" I scream, my hands landing weakly on the table. "I love that man. What do you want me to do about that? How do you want me to go about this?"My whole body is trembling with the kind of sobs I wasn't expecting to cry out."You cannot love that man, sweetie. He's a murderer. You don't know the kind of things he's involved with.""WELL IF YOU HAD TOLD ME THINGS EARLIER, MAYBE I WOULDN'T HAVE FALLEN FOR HIM!" I scream so loud that the walls shake, and my mom jerks back with wide eyes.“Maybe I wouldn't have kissed him, or slept with him, or cuddled with him, or eaten with him, or promised to attend his daughter's school function!""Oh my God, baby." She tries to hold my hand, but I shift away from her.She doesn't even feel like a mom right now. I feel like I'