Chapitre 110: 29. Bad Boys.
After the rush, Adam had work to do, and it still tuned me in. Damon then decided we'd go to our sex den for a few weeks. I told Damon all about my little network. He was interested, but I paid little attention as I was excited to go away again for a while to spend some time alone.
Damon looked at me and said, " That's great, baby. That's going to be something big and yours. It's your thing. Oh flea, that's a good name for sure. You are tiny, but your bite will feel."
The evil one was nervous. The heat of the moment had brought good and invincible together again and they were on their way to spend some quality time, but what had piqued evil's interest was the invincible's little network. He could use it to sabotage the relationship between the two. He could take advantage of it and he had seen a glimpse into the invincible's expression of how she wanted to bring good into it.
But he wouldn't allow it. He would sabotage so well that the invincible would just have to act on her own or else forget the whole thing. But he wouldn't let those two get so close and network together. It was time for him to hide again and wait for an opportunity to do something. Get something done and then maybe surface himself.
We went on the pack plane and dedicated it diligently the whole way. I was amused though as I was damn resourceful even on the plane, finding amazing places to fuck, and Damon took up the challenge. Sex beast was on the run fully.
As I lay sweaty and limp on Damon's lap, he stroked my hair out of my eyes and said, "You've got some fucking afterglow going on. I'm going to get to work with you, my wife."
Oh my, that word from my wife somehow just warmed my heart.
I said, "Well, maybe, or maybe I'm just a sex beast and you're going to have to work if you're going to make me tired."
I loved being Damon's wife. He was as perfectly imperfect as could be, but I was crazy about him. I let my love flood into him through our bond. He stroked me, looked at me hotly, and grunted again. So fucking sexy. The thought of a couple of weeks in our sex den made my mind and soul sing.
We arrived in Romania and started driving to our shared house. We had one of my work cars, well Damon had more or less taken it for his own, so we drove it. We were married and had things in common. I told him about rooms in Pennsylvania Manor, and we could have fun, without him having to be a stalker this time.
I let my hands tease Damon shamelessly the whole way. I put my hands under his shirt, slid them down his chest, and scratched with my fingernails. I blew in his ear and on his neck. Oh, when he turned to look at me, I was innocence itself. I knew how to light him up and properly.
He said when we were maybe halfway there, " You know, baby, you're going to beg for a good session. When we get there, we'll see who's begging and how hard."
I laughed and said in a low hoarse voice, " What's the matter my husband, can't you take it?"
He grunted so beautifully that my pussy moistened even more. I continued relentlessly. Now I opened my pheromones in a few minutes, seeing him smelling them. I was a bit of a wild wife. When we got there; I got out of the car, thinking I would now look through this yard.
I showed Damon my keychain and my fur ball. He snatched it up and gave me his key, with no key ring. I didn't have time to go anywhere when Damon came up behind me and pushed me against the car from behind.
He ripped off my underpants, lifted the hem of my skirt, and thrust into my cunt big and hard. He dominated me completely, dominated me with his body so I couldn't move at all, and started fucking me hard and demanding.
Grunting with satisfaction as I was helpless, my legs spread, my cock in my pussy and I just had to take it, take it all. I was all wet and felt like I was about to come. My legs quivered as a tremendous orgasm crashed over me like a tsunami.
He pulled my hair and growled, "You little bitch, now you're going to get what you asked for. How do you shut up now? "
I gasped, unable to get the words out. The cock in my pussy showed no mercy but made me explode again and again before Damon penetrated my core and let his love cream flood inside me.
I felt it spread in my belly, and Damon's hand rubbed it forward. He punctured a hole in my diaphragm and the cream flood was now pushing around my lungs and heart. I was full of Damon when he finally stopped flooding my insides.
I felt his hard, firm body pressed tightly against me. He dominated me as completely as he could.
He panted against my back for a moment longer, staying tight inside me as big, thick, hot, hard. And ready. I milked him with my pussy. Again and again. Damon growled something into my neck and tightened his grip and fucked me again against the car.
He said in my ear, "I'll show my naughty wife how I fucked you good. Or you want a magnificent cock. I'll give you a magnificent cock, then."
The husky voice was somehow super sexy, and I felt myself getting even wetter. He pulled my hair and fucked me really hard. I exploded three times first and on the fourth; he came deep inside me again and filled me more.
He rubbed and spread his nectar of love all over me. Then, when the flood ended, he pulled out and slowly pushed his enormous dick into my ass. I felt a hard burn as he deliberately thrust slowly and calmly, yet still keeping me absolutely still the whole time.
Finally he pushed all the way to the bottom and fucked my ass as roughly and hard as he had previously fucked my pussy. He fingered my clit the whole time that I came in a series of fireworks. I could feel him beginning to fill my bowels with his lustful milk.
Then he pulled out, still hard, turned me over, and kissed me greedily.
He looked at me and said, "How about it, baby? If we go inside, think, the entire house is clean, it needs to be sanctified again and properly."
I just laughed. Not yet look up at the yard then.
Our clothes disappeared on the way as we focused only on each other and our lust. We were in our sex nest. It was an orgy between the two of us, neither of us showed any desire to stop, and when I told him about my new mansion in Pennsylvania with the flower pillars and all.
Damon said, "Fine, then we'll have to fuck through that too and fuck it good."
We spent three weeks. Then again, Damon's phone rang enough times. Elders, you see. I woke up now myself, having fallen asleep on top of him at last. There was his phone and wallet on the bedside table, empty except for our photos.
So he left, and I took a shower and ate something. I wasn't that hungry. I was still pretty stuffed. I called Reddington and took gigs, regular and sniper jobs, but I kept my schedule loose and then I was always looking for pharmacies and networking. This was an addicting job, building up my network.
In one country, I might have several packs already on my network, so our numbers grew. And we started getting more and more done. I accepted when everyone thought I was the boss, and I talked long and hard about it with Adam and Magnum. They gave me some good tips and Adam had actually been on time off. I was trying to learn to be a boss woman then. He was very interested in seeing my network.
When I told him where I was, he promised to fly to Poland, see a couple of gigs, and investigate the medical facilities himself. He told me how he, Nick, and Elias had destroyed them, and when I told him how I did it and how many I had with me, he got excited; he saw straight away the potential of my network. So I went to Poland and Hungary to do some gigs.
I had just contacted one of the biggest packs in Poland when Adam called and asked where I was. They didn't have a problem with Adam. In this pack, there were well over 150 wolves and most of them were around when I showed them evidence. They were somewhat entertained by the fact that an American celebrity werewolf was getting involved in hands-on work. They didn't know Adam.
Adam drove up, and I went to meet him, hugged him and he took me and kissed me with fucking fervor. As if my heat had permitted him to see me as a woman again. I returned the kiss and briefly explained what we were doing when we went inside. I had sent him evidence earlier already.
I have to say Adam's expression was pretty good when I, the flea, walked into another shady bar and these big male hoodlums were chatting away and then they started looking at me like I was the leader as we talked about the gig.
Here we had a big old factory that had been converted into a pharmaceutical facility, and now the problem was that there were so many exits. This created problems because the guards could come from many places at once when we went in there, and then the naughty scientists could escape.
I was thinking about it, and Adam came up to me and spoke, to everyone. "Well now, what we're going to do is I'm going to run this show and I can talk in my mind to the rest of you much better than Mimi can, so I'll get everyone where they need to go. I'm going to do this gig and then we'll see where we go from there."
Adam looked at me pretty damn pointedly and I said, "Fine, fine with me, go ahead, Hauptmann. "
Adam worked out a plan, demanding information, and I studied. It was good to have a master strategist doing a demanding gig, so I got a lot of good tips on what to consider. We went to Reddington warehouses to get supplies and Adam put me coldly out of the gig, doing sniper gigs, as I said, overprotective much. But it didn't matter. I left Adam and the gang to plan the job and then went to scout my targets.
I'd just finished nailing three fucking tricky targets when I went to one cafe to look for food. It was always quite a challenge when I had to find out there was no tomato or coriander in the food, and I often learned a couple of phrases in the language first to make sure.
I was at the counter in the restaurant researching options when a taller, blonde-haired woman came up to it.
She asked in English, " Are you on holiday or what? You look like you do not know what these dishes are."
The woman had almost white long hair, dark green eyes, and a calm, gentle voice. And this woman was a witch. A white witch and pretty damn strong. She reminded me of a combination of Michelle Preffier, Julia Roberts, and Nicole Kidman. At least those actresses reminded me of her.
I said, " Yeah, I'm working here but Polish is not one language I know and, of course, I had to go to a restaurant where there's no English anywhere. No problem, but I'm allergic to tomatoes and coriander. And I had to make sure the food didn't have them. Besides, as a werewolf, I would prefer meat, fatty."
The woman laughed, said something in obviously Polish and the waitress went into the kitchen.
The woman looked at me and said, " My name is Bridgette. I'm a white witch and you're a hybrid, aren't you?"
I nodded and introduced myself. " Mimi Salvatore. I'm not bored with my new surname. I just got married and, well, we're having quite a relationship."
Bridgette laughed. she said, " I just ordered you a meal with fatty meat and no tomato or cilantro."
I smiled and replied, " Thank you. My food requirements are sometimes like a new form of science and my husband can feed me the best. "
Bridgette listened as I told her about Damon and our food came then. We went to eat together at one table. I drank a Coke while Bridgette drank white wine. We had a great time, and she didn't flinch at anything I said. No drugs, no Sark, no witches.
We finished our meal and had a chocolate cake for dessert, then went for a walk in the city when I had time. I told her about my network, and somehow she was just so I knew I could trust her.
I even bought a house in Poland. I had done well enough with the killing spree. I had enough money and Bridgette had fun buying a big house and we actually toured a few houses or mansions before I found the perfect one.
It was partially furnished, and I saw a lot of potential fucking spots there. Bridgette exploded with laughter when I told her a few ideas, and she didn't think it was possible in those places either. She didn't doubt my pliability, but Salvatore could also be in some pretty exotic positions in those places.
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