Abigail

"You’re going to take every inch," He would rasp in my ear, his cock driving into my sopping cunt from behind, thick and brutal and absolutely merciless. "Every. Single. Inch."

"Yes," I moaned, my fingers pumping hard and deep in my cunt, imagining that arrogant jackass as he fucked me deep into oblivion.

My hips bucked forward to meet every thrust of my two fingers and with a soft wail, my free hand grabbed my breast, squeezing roughly, pinching my nipple until the sharp sting shot straight to where I wanted his cock to split me open.

Fuck me, harder!

"Oh god!" My back arched off the mattress, my thighs spreading wider, my cunt swallowing my fingers greedily. My pussy walls clenched and spasmed around them.

"Greedy, slutty little thing," he would growl and my pussy dripped shamelessly to prove his point.

I needed all that massive cock slamming into me, his dick shining with juices from my cunt as he pounded into my sopping wet hole with a relentless punishing rhythm that had my eyes rolling back. "Look at this drenched cunt, weeping all over my cock."

My fingers drove deeper, curling viciously, hitting that sweet spot in my cunt.

Yes, yes, I’m gonna cum.

My palm grinded against my swollen clit with every thrust while I pictured his cock split me open over and over.

"Don’t stop," I begged, my hips rolling frantically. "Please don’t stop, I’m so close, I’m right there!"

His thumb would push into my ass while he destroyed my pussy, fucking me back there and oh-

"FUCK!" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

My walls clamped down hard, clenching and spasming, my whole body seizing as pleasure crashed through every nerve ending I owned in violent devastating waves.

My mouth fell open in a soundless moan. I buried my head deeper in the pillow, gasping as my thighs shook so hard and my juices drenched my fingers.

That felt amazing. But never as amazing as the orgasms that bastard stole from me. The club would be opening on Sunday this week and my entire body was on fire just waiting for it. I had endured a whole week with Wolfe, but tomorrow he was going to pay back every orgasm he stole from me last Saturday.

A tiny smile curved my lips and I removed my fingers from my pussy, bringing them to my lips, lapping my cum up slowly.

Then I threw my hands back, stretched like a cat, rolled out of bed, and moved to the bathroom.

I had to be at Arthur’s estate by five. Annette had gone to see Talia and Max’s new dog a few blocks away and I was supposed to be getting dressed to go to Arthur’s estate but I’d gotten carried away.

Like some horny slut.

Well, technically I was a horny slut all thanks to a certain jackass.

An hour later, I had a red sequined dress that ended several inches above my knees, draping over curves and hanging over my ass.

The strapless bodice hugged my tits rather greedily and a halter choker was wrapped around my throat. I topped it with red tassel earrings swinging at my jaw and swept my dark hair up in a loose bun with bangs falling around my face.

I ordered a cab then tried the number from the package sent to me for my parent’s death one more time while I waited for my cab. It was still unreachable.

"Bullshit," I grumbled walking out of the house once I got the message that my Uber had arrived. I couldn’t keep waiting around. I would have to do something else to find out the truth of my parents death. And I wasn’t wasting anymore time.

***

Arthur Lewis estate sat behind iron gates on a tree lined private road and it was magnificent. Gosh, this man was living the Disney dream. I gaped from the security room at the gate at the gardens, miles and miles of garden that surrounded the large mansion seated on the property.

"Miss Kellerman, Mr Lewis is expecting you," The security guard nodded, handing me my ID card back. You would think I was here to see the freaking president. "I will have someone escort you to inside the building-"

"Thank you but there’ll be no need. I would love a good look of the ground if that’s alright." I beamed at him and his face turned red, dropping his gaze to my stiletto heels before nodding and clearing his throat awkwardly.

"Of course,"

The grounds were breathtaking. Wide manicured lawns rolling toward a garden filled with straight beds of roses of different colors.

My heels sank slightly into the perfect grass as I wandered off the path towards the garden. The evening air was cool and sweet, the sounds of the party drifting faintly from somewhere around the side of the house and I could hear laughter and the clink of glasses.

"Look out!"

Something whizzed in the air, hurtling towards my face at a very high speed. My hand shot up and the tennis ball smacked into my palm with a sharp thwack.

"Oh my god." There were rapid footsteps coming from my left. "I am so sorry, are you okay? That was completely... shit, I didn’t see you, are you hurt?"

He skidded to a stop a few feet from me.

He was young, in his late twenties maybe, blonde hair disheveled over his head, a few strands gracing his face and highlighting blue eyes that were wide with horror.

I held out the tennis ball between two fingers, twirling it. "I think this is yours,"

His eyes widened, he glanced at the ball, then back at me.

"You caught that? It was going extremely fast, how did you... do that?"

"Well, it was either it smashed me in the face or otherwise and considering the time I poured into looking this good, the second option is better ," I chuckled "Now you were saying something about being sorry?"

He gave a surprise laugh, his eyes crinkling at the sides. "I was. I am deeply, profoundly sorry. Are you sure you’re not hurt?"

"I’m fine." I looked down at the ball still in my hand.

"Can I know the name of the gorgeous woman whose face I nearly just rearranged?"

"You nearly took my eye out," I arched my brows, laughing softly when he clutched his chest dramatically. "I think that means you tell me your name first,"

"Hmm, that’s a fair point." He crossed his arms, a smile pulling at his mouth as he took a step closer. "But I’m not particularly interested in being fair right now,"

"If it’s a matter of interest, then I’m not interested in telling you my name either,"

"Aww, come on," He teased. "Don’t be like that-"

"Abigail!"

Arthur Lewis’s voice boomed across the lawn from the side entrance of the house. He opened his arms as he crossed the lawn and I met him halfway, letting him pull me into a hug before freezing, my eyes widening.

Over his shoulder, Finnegan Wolfe stood in the doorway, his dastardly green eyes narrowed at me as our gazes connected.

HOLY MOTHER OF CHRIST! What was he doing here? Of all places???? And why today?

Anxiety ripped through me. I didn’t know he’d be here and I’d made a mistake. A big mistake. Would he notice?

Damn, Abby!