Allie and Luke hadn't spoken to eachother since they returned from Luke's parent's house. Allie wasn't ready to give in so easily. Luke had only married her for the purpose of sex and even though she had never dared to resist him, she still felt wronged. Why the fuck couldn't she resist him? She knew he was sexy and all and every time his lips touched hers, her senses flew through the window but she wanted to have restraint. She sometimes had regrets after fucking him because she thought too much about it. Why was she thinking too much about it? It was just casual sex in a contract marriage and nothing else. Everything about their relationship signified no strings attached so why did it bother her?
She badly wanted to step out. She wanted to see somewhere else which wasn't this house but she feared that what happened a few days ago would repeat itself. How was she going to get rid of these burdensome thoughts?
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"Yes boss, I had them locked up since the incident, days ago"
Luke went to the station to visit the hooligans who attacked his wife days ago. The officers called to tell him that the hooligans had confessed to who allowed them into his estate.
Luke went to the cell where they stayed.
"So, tell me" he said. "who allowed you into my estate?"
The group of men looked unkempt and scrawny. It seemed like they'd suffered a deal in the jail cell and it served them right
"The lady who hired us, drove us into your estate " the men replied
"What?" A lady drove them in? And they were hired?
"Who hired you?" A baffled Luke asked
"We don't know, sir" they wailed
"I'll have you locked up here forever if you don't tell me" he barked harshly at them.
"Really, sir, we don't know" they said
Luke looked at them. They were genuine. They really didn't know the woman
"She didn't tell us her name but she's young. She looks in her late twenties and she's pretty. She offered to be an anonymous in exchange for more money" they explained
Luke stood transfixed. Who the hell were they talking about? Who knew Allie and hated her enough to send thugs to attack her? He had to get to the bottom of this.
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Rachel had come up with a grand plan to finally separate Luke and Allie forever! This plan was full proof and given to her by her best friend, Bennett.
"Thanks so much" Rachel beamed at Bennett and crushed her mouth on his. Truth be told, she was a nymphomaniac and Bennett knew how to satisfy her sexual desires. Even so, nothing had ever felt so necessary as Bennett's sensual mouth plundering hers and the sweet, sliding invasion of his tongue.
Her body was all pulled taut and needy with responses that were new to her. Her breasts felt ridiculously sensitive, the tightly beaded tips pushing against the scratchy fabric of her top.
"You should make me wait for this," Bennett growled soft and low, conflict in his hungry gaze as he perused her.
Already flushed, Rachel's face burned at that unsought advice. "I can't believe you're saying that to me. I thought you wanted me."
"Doubt there's a man in the world who wouldn't want you" Bennett assured her helplessly.
"Apart from Luke, though"
"Not for long" he licked his lips "But I also don't want you to have any regrets." He said
"Why on earth would I regret this?" Rachel questioned, sitting lithely up to reclaim his drugging mouth again for herself, hands settling on his warm, wide shoulders, fingers flirting with the silky tips of his black hair. The buzz in her body wouldn't let her stay still or act compliant.
Bennett loosed the halter tie at the nape of her neck and found the soft pouting swell of her breasts with his hands, catching her nipples between thumb and finger to pluck at the swollen buds, pushing her back against the banked-up pillows as she writhed.
The liquid heat at the heart of her went into a frenzy when he touched her breasts. She pressed her thighs together, head rolling back and shifting restively against the pillow as he released her reddened lips to close his to her straining nipples. The light was burning and her lashes flickered on a sudden view of Bennett's dark head over her bare breasts.
A sexual tension so strong it almost unnerved him gripped Bennett, tightening his every muscle into immediate self-disciplined restraint. He connected with translucent cornflower-blue eyes. He lifted his hand and brushed a stray strand of gold hair back from her cheek to tuck it behind a small ear.
That intimate little motion, the brush of his fingers against her ear lobe, seemed to burn a fiery trail across her skin and the breath caught in Rachel's throat, the noise of the rain outside suddenly mirroring the tempest inside her. She could feel a tightness in her breasts and a sudden embarrassing surge of warmth between her legs. Still as a statue she stayed where she was, foolishly wanting him to do it again, wanting him to touch her.
The dampness at her core increased and she couldn't drag her gaze from his lean, powerful body. His bronzed skin sheathed rippling muscles, a broad chest and narrow hips stretching down into long, hair-roughened thighs and around there her scrutiny bounced hurriedly upward again, noting the trail of dark hair that ran from his navel to disappear below the band of his boxers and, the whole time, striving not to think nervously about his obvious arousal.
Minutes later, she was screaming in pure ecstacy as Bennett's skilled cock plunged in and out of her. Yes! This was what she wanted. Sex for both Luke and Bennett. But she wanted more of love than sex from Luke. She wanted it to be like the old times.
After enjoying different rounds with Bennett, she was going to put her full proof plan into motion and nothing was going to stop her!