Khris Kollins
Khris Kollins's Book(1)
Corrupt Me
Romance "I will ask you for the last time Kai, do you love me?!" Isabella asked her eyes moist her heart hoping that he doesn't break it again.
"Is this the right time for this?" He asked her rubbing his forehead.
"Just answer!" She said closing her eyes tightly.
"I don't love you, I never will, now get down from there, I have a meeting in five!" He said walking to his car but her cracked voice stopped him.
"Stop it!, just stop with the ordering, I'm your wife not your slave!, how can you treat me like this? Was it my fault for loving you?, I've been with you for almost a year and you still think of me as nothing!, am I really nothing to you? Huh can you even pretend to love me? Even for a second!" She yelled the tears she tried to hold fell like an ocean.
"So what do you want?!" He asked staring at her plainly.
"At least tell me you love me, just those three words let me hear them or...." She said and paused looking back she saw the cliff behind her. "I'll jump off this cliff!" She said and Kairo walked to his car.
"I'll see you at home!" He said and drove off without uttering another word.
Bella stood there as tears stained her once clean cheeks, her face was already red.
"What's the point?" She asked no one in particular she wiped her tears and smiled sadly before throwing herself off the cliff.
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Kairo Luther, the banished mafia prince whose heart has only one beat and it was for vengeance only.
Cold demeanor, eyes as cold as glaciers, incredibly dashing face, handsome in a cold way but his coldness cold make any girl drip for him.
His expressions are always unreadable but one thing was sure and that was that he didn't believe in the word mercy but everything changed when he fell for her....
Isabella Monroe, the beautiful flower of the Monroe family her body an epitome of the word beauty, curves that could kill and moderately sized assets.
Kindness was her nature but love, was her belief, she never knew what love was until she met Kairo, she wanted to be the only woman he would look at, the only one who could make him smile but she didn't know he was this cold.
She thought she could change him but her life span wasn't that long, she had a terminal disease which she kept a secret at least before she died she wanted to feel what love was but will she be able to handle it?
Will she be able to handle the cruel shades of Kairo or will she die because of her love for him?
Will he get his revenge?
What happens when her illness becomes too much to handle and she lands in the hospital in her last breath?
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“I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”
As she says the words, her pussy performs the actions until I’m panting into the space between us, shudders wracking my body.
“FUCK,” I growl, sparks blinking in front of my vision. “You’re going to get it now, little girl.”
All I can do after that is make her lose her mind.
That’s the only way to define it.
I shove her legs open on the bed and do exactly as I threaten. I rail her like a dog, slamming my cock in and out of her wet blonde cunt. She screams and claws at me, begging me not to stop, rocking her hips up to meet my hectic drives, my grunts loud enough to be heard in the room next door, along with her calls of my name—and in this moment, I want that. I want everyone in this hotel to know I get to fuck this supple nineteen-year-old. I want them to know she primed her pussy for me so it would be extra snug. And I can’t believe my luck. Whether I’m paying or not, I can’t believe she’s allowing my big, hairy body on top of her smooth, tiny one for a single second. That she’s not only spreading her legs for me, but she’s also moaning with pleasure, not put off by my aggression at all. No, it’s making her hot.
“Harder, Big Daddy. Punish me.”
I’m not sure how I stop myself from ejaculating. Maybe it’s the intense need to stay locked inside her perfection for as long as possible, but somehow, I hold back. Long enough to pull out of Lia and flip her face down, yanking her hips up and back into my lap. I re=enter her with my purpling cock, our flesh slapping madly as I raw dog her from behind, employing not a hint of gentleness. She doesn't want gentleness, either. Not my girl. She tilts her hips back and asks for it harder. Faster.