FreshyGore

"Shhhh," he cut me off, his palms spreading on the revealed skin of my abdomen. His index fingers made their way into the waistband of my sweatpants as he pressed his front closer to my behind. 

"Don't shush m-" I tried to argue.

"I said so," he stated, his tone going deeper as his hand went lower, this time to the waistband of my panties. I couldn't control my breathing anymore, more so as his teeth lightly grazed my neck. "So you better obey."

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They say "A night in Vegas can change your life."
Rachel didn't think this saying would apply to her. Well that was until she opened the door of her hotel room after a crazy night out.

As a marriage certificate is shoved in her face, she notices a glistening diamond on her ring finger.

The piece of paper turns out to be legit as stated by the lawyer who presented it. What's more shocking is that her said husband is Lorenzo Caden Peters, one of the best actors in the world and soon to be CEO of the biggest textile company around the globe.

How would their life turn out?

To Love & To Hold

_What's gotten my wife's panties in a twist?__

My eyes flashed open as the little sleep I had tried to catch in the early hours of the day deserted me. Rolling on my side, I noticed the other half of the bed empty, meaning Lorenzo had gotten up earlier.

As I contemplated forcing myself to sleep again, my stomach rumbled, signalling that it needed attention and fast. Adhering to its wishes, I jumped out of bed in another of Lorenzo's t-shirts hence the previous was sprawled somewhere.

My abrupt action backfired as I nearly stumbled on my feet and held the frame of the bed for balance. I had briefly forgotten my bones were a bit sore from Lorenzo and I's escapade yesterday evening.

Add that to the fact we had skipped dinner and ended up getting tangled in each other's desires. Getting the hang of it, I strolled at a careful pace to the bathroom where I did my business, washed my face, brushed my teeth and tied my hair in a bun.

Weekend