Crazy but sweet

  LOLA POV

  We got home, and Jolie stepped out of the car with his hands stuffed in his pockets, his entire body radiating tension. Nobody had to tell me to follow him. I rushed inside, my heart hammering, knowing exactly what was coming.

  I barely made it to the living room before I heard the chaos upstairs.

  Oh no—our bedroom!

  I bolted up the stairs, throwing open the door just in time to see Jolie toss a lamp across the room, the crash ringing through the walls. Our flat-screen TV was already lying shattered on the floor. The entire room was a disaster.

  "Jolie, calm down!" I rasped, hurrying toward him. He was breathing heavily, his fists clenched at his sides.

  “Please, for my sake, just breathe,” I pleaded.

  He exhaled sharply and sank onto the edge of the bed, rubbing his face with his hands, trying to contain whatever storm was raging inside him.

  "That asshole," he muttered, voice tight. "Trying to hurt you like that…"

  He clenched his jaw. “I should’ve broken more than his nose.”

  He meant it. Every word. The raw anger in his voice sent a shiver down my spine.

  I knelt in front of him and took his hands. I still couldn't believe what had happened tonight. He had fought for me—protected me, defended me—even when he had every reason not to.

  What happened to the Jolie who used to hate me? The one who sent his friends to ruin my life?

  Jolie suddenly stood and disappeared into the closet. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and turned to clean up the mess. I was gathering scattered jewelry when he re-emerged, wearing nothing but loose-fitting joggers. His shirtless frame filled the room, his chiseled abs taut with lingering frustration. He had his hands in his pockets, eyes fixed on the floor—until they landed on me.

  Our gazes locked through the mirror. My pulse jumped.

  I quickly looked away, my fingers fumbling with my necklace. But I could feel the heat of his stare.

  His grandfather’s words replayed in my head. A real marriage. A family. A child.

  Was that why he was looking at me like that?

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  SELEN POV

  Tears streamed down my face as the doctor finished patching up Brian’s wounds. The man I loved lay there, bruised and bloodied—all because of her.

  I still couldn't believe Jolie had beaten him to a pulp over that woman.

  That nobody.

  What did he see in her?

  I could have ruined her tonight. She would have been dragged out of that fancy gathering in disgrace, locked behind bars like the thief she is. But I failed. Again.

  I glanced at Brian.

  His gaze met mine.

  Rage burned in his eyes.

  I swallowed hard.

  I was dead tonight.

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  LOLA POV

  I was almost done picking up the wreckage Jolie had left behind. I gathered his shattered phone from the floor, sighing.

  A perfect husband, indeed. Handsome, rich, arrogant… and completely unhinged.

  I had barely set his phone on the nightstand when I felt a presence behind me.

  I turned, startled.

  Jolie.

  Standing close.

  Too close.

  His gaze was unreadable, but there was something in the way he was looking at me—something dark, intense, almost… possessive.

  My breath caught.

  I tried to take a step back, but I had nowhere to go.

  He lifted a hand, brushing his fingers over my bare shoulder. His lips followed. A slow, lingering kiss against my skin.

  "Jolie?" I whispered.

  "Yeah?" His voice was low, husky.

  His hand slid to my waist, drawing me closer.

  My pulse skittered wildly.

  What was he doing?

  More importantly—why wasn’t I stopping him?

  He leaned in, his breath warm against my cheek.

  "You drive me crazy, Lola."

  And then he kissed me.

  Deep.

  Intense.

  Like he was claiming me.

  His lips moved against mine, coaxing a response I didn’t even realize I was capable of giving. He tasted like fire and something dangerously addictive. My hands gripped his arms for balance, my knees weak.

  This wasn’t the man who used to make my life miserable.

  This was someone else entirely.

  Someone I wasn’t sure I could resist.

  "Jolie?" I asked perturbed. He kissed me on my bare shoulder.

 "Yeah?" He asked and I felt his hand on my zipper. I was already lost in his deep kiss. He drew it down and carried me to the bed. I can't believe this is happening.

 We're finally going to do it! He claimed my lips kissing like his life depended on it. I moaned into his lips. He unlocked the kiss and removed my dress. He started to suck on my neck giving me a hickey.

 It felt so good. He withdrew from my neck and I stared into his face. So much lust in his eyes. He unhooked my bra and got rid of it. Next, he took my left nipple into his mouth and began sucking and biting on it. With his other hand, he fondled the other. Now I was going really crazy. "Jolie!

 "Oh...yeah! I whimpered. Never in my life had I been kissed like that.My pussy flooded with cream, my nipples were hard as granite, my head spun like a tornado and Jolie hadn’t really touched me that much yet.What would happen when he did? When we all did?

 He stared in my dazed eyes with male heat and pride. “I cannot wait to pop you, are you still on your period.” His hungry gaze zeroed on on my chest.. .

 "Aww...please don't stop... my period ended yesterday." I didn't want to scream so much but I wanted more badly.

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 He pulled away from my erect tits and I felt his finger rub my clit. He made it two fingers and I let out a loud scream. It was starting to hurt so much. He slid his fingers back and fought leaving me in pain and hurt. He removed his fingers from my pussy and I felt his hard and erect cock poking at the entrance of my pussy. He drew close to me. "Once I insert my dick into you, just know you're special to be touched by Jolie Daviola," he whispered.

 "Oh please Jolie. Just do it and stop being so arro..." I didn't finish my statement as I felt him plunge into me.

 Oh God! It felt like a knife had just been pulled into me. It hurts so much. I tried to push him off me but he pinned my hands back to the bed. He adjusted again forcing his length inside me.

 "Ouch!!" I yelled feeling a hard rilling inside me.

 It hurts so bad. He moved back a bit and came in again forcing his whole humongous length inside me. I began whimpering. He started going back and forth but slowly. I was forced to beg him to stop but it seemed like it encouraged him, he stayed still for a while before he started moving slowly.

 He dropped his head on my shoulder letting go of my hands. I could hear him groaning and grunting as he pushed deeper and faster.

 I started sobbing. What sort of punishment is this? He increased his pace and I began to feel some hint of pleasure.

 After a while, he released

inside me and pulled out. He closed my weak legs gently and fell beside me. How can Jolie be so big?And he's my husband for crying out loud. I'm stuck with this beast forever. But I'll get used to it. I continued moaning softly before sleeping off.

 The deed has been done