Commitment to Love – Chasing Love Read Online Kenya Wright

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 129571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
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And then a theory hit me.

“You want to go after your mother?” I asked.

“It’s not go after,” she corrected. “It’s survive.”

“I think we should leave your mom alone.”

“That’s the last thing we should do.”

I exhaled. “What are you thinking?”

“We play her game for a little bit. See what she’s doing and try to figure it out.”

“You understand that when we start talking this way, we’re going to have to consider all of the alternatives.”

She said nothing.

“There’s many ways to fix a solution.”

“I know,” she whispered.

“Sometimes options are a little less easy to swallow.”

She glanced over her shoulder. “Like several bullets to the head?”

“Yes.”

Her gaze shifted to one that reminded me of Troy. Every now and then I could see the resemblance more and more. I guessed a part of me missed the man, too.

But that look of his...

It was the one he gave me after I shot Wendy. His eyes had grown cold, almost completely unmoving. As if he was dead. I shivered. Here I had just killed a woman, but Troy’s gaze was the thing that shook me the most about that day.

Jasmine’s eyes went dead just like her brother’s. “If a bullet in the head is what it takes, then maybe we should buy more bullets.”

Sherman has those eyes, too, and now my Jasmine.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“We don’t have to think of that option now,” I said, although deep down inside I hoped to just clean the earth of Sophia. The woman had put my fiancée in enough danger all of her life. The world could do without her.

“Perhaps, a bullet in her head should be the priority.” And then Jasmine walked off. “Are you hungry?”

She’s talking about killing her mom, and just asked me if I wanted breakfast?

A cold shiver sliced up my spine.

My tesoro has gotten a bit harder in these months.

“I’ll grab us some coffee and bagels, and then we can talk about these special bullets.” She laughed.

Another shiver waved through me. “O-okay.”

That was what happened every now and then. Sometimes Jasmine scared me a little. She’d seen too much. Her thoughts had to be altered from where they’d been. The world meant different things now to her. Life meant more after so much death. It was why no matter what I held her close to me.

She might’ve lost it. So what? I think I’ve lost it, too. Let’s be crazy together.

Back at our engagement dinner, Kyle continued more dumb stories and I trailed behind Jasmine, stalking her as she escaped to the bathroom.

“Goddess?” I asked. “Shouldn’t I be right next to you, guiding you?”

“The Goddess doesn’t need assistance.” She rounded the corner, and I followed after.

“I really want to assist the Goddess.” I rubbed my cock through my suit pants and picked up the pace. Thank God we were in the hallway and far from our guests.

“Are you stalking me?” She raised the remote control by her head and pressed the button.

I slumped into the wall like someone slammed into me. “Fuck!”

Laughter trailed behind her as she marched on. Leaning against the wall and thrusting my hips into the air a little, I licked my lips. “Come here, tesoro.”

“No.” She opened the bathroom door and walked through.

I growled at her. “Come here now!”

“You’re going to get us kicked out of here!” she called out.

“Let them do it!” I dug my hands into my pants and wriggled the ring off of my cock before I exploded in the hallway.

Thankfully, none of my friends walked in on the show or they would’ve really had a story—Chase Stone, by himself, humping his hand in the hallway like a perverted maniac.

“Oh damn you. I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.” I slipped it all the way off, slung it on the ground, raced to the bathroom, fumbled with opening it, and barged in on her.

I froze. “Tesoro?”

Jasmine and her surprises.

It wasn’t a bathroom.

Jasmine had rented out another room. Everything was done in black, from the walls to the carpet. A small stage was in front, and Jasmine leaned against a stripper pole that stuck out of the center.

Four amazing women stood behind her in diamonds. But none could take my gaze off of Jasmine.

Rubies.

Someone had strapped Jasmine in rubies, that quick.

Is the woman made of magic? How long did it take me to get that vibrating cock ring off of me?

Her body remained exposed except for the perfect spots where my tongue wanted to explore the most. I almost buckled over and spilled out right there. Her blue dress lay on the ground in front of me.

How long did it take her to get this thing off and up on the stage?

“Earlier tonight you had no panties,” I said. “How did you get the rubies on?”

“They just helped.” She gestured to the half-naked women behind her.

“That was fast.”


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