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Lucas towered over her and sealed his lips with hers, searching he'd mouth and wrestling with her tongue for dominance. Goosebumps enveloped her skin as his skillful hands caressed her body, touching and squeezing her at all of her turning points. His lips went down her neck, biting and kissing till they got to her cleavage. He helped her remove her clothes, exposing her undies. “You are already wet for me.” He murmured as he sighted the wet patch on her panties. A blush formed on Phoebe’s face at his comment. He held the strings of her panties, looking at her face for any sign of disapproval. On getting none, he pulled the panties off and sniffed on it. Phoebe’s pussy smelled amazing, doing a great job of awakening his third leg. He started to lick on her thighs, deriving pleasure in the way her body froze and relaxed in synchrony. Phoebe moaned as she felt his wet tongue on her spot, a lick at first which seemed to take all of her reasoning from her. She held on to his head as he

Her heart felt heavy and minutes passed as she stood there with eyes glued to the door. Looking down at the substance that was given to her, she knew exactly what to do. Over her dead body would she allow him to toy with her the way Trevor had done. Without thinking it through for fear of retreating, she opened the bag and sprinkled the content on her food. After she'd properly mixed it, she dug into her meal, relishing the flavors while being grateful that at least her last meal was nice. She ate silently as tears kept flowing from her eyes. Trevor would surely pay for the hurt he'd caused her. Her heart constricted with guilt as she knew she was taking two lives now_hers and the baby's whose only crime was to choose her to be its mother. But she continued eating anyway. As soon as she was done with the food, she emptied the glass of water that she'd been served, before going to place the tray on the vanity. She walked back to her bed and lay down, covering herself with the duvet

“Good evening ma’am, I am Marcy and I'm here to deliver your food and to get you ready for tonight. “What's happening tonight?” Phoebe asked, ditching the question that had been at the tip of her tongue. The lady bowed her head and remained silent. “I'm sorry ma’am but it's not in my place to let you know if the young master hasn't told you yet. I am just following instructions,” she said, her voice carrying a tremble that made Phoebe wonder if she was crying. “Okay,” Phoebe answered as she studied the woman whose head was bowed the whole time. She had a lot of questions and needed answers but she wasn't going to force it out of a maid whose job was important to her. She wasn't going to put her at risk. Surmounting courage, she opened the door and let the woman in. The maid kept the tray containing the food on the bed and Phoebe’s eyes were quick to see the file on it. She rushed to the bed and grabbed it. As she picked it up from the tray, she saw that the maid was still stan

He carried her into the room they’d emerged from, before climbing up the golden staircase. Phoebe wondered if he felt pain at all with the way he was carrying her effortlessly like she was weightless even when she weighed over 59kg. On reaching the top of the stairs, Phoebe saw that the mansion was massive as they kept passing door after door…just how many rooms did the house contain? She wondered if it would be possible for her to escape from the house which seemed to expand the more they went. He opened the door to a big bedroom with a queen-sized bed in the middle. The whole room was painted milky white, matched with golden tiles. The vanity, wardrobe, closet, and door were all of golden color. Before Phoebe could finish drowning herself in the beauty of the room, she was thrown with force on the bed. The force with which she landed made the bed to vibrate violently. The hair tie she'd used to put her hair up in a ponytail, snapped and her hair came undone, adding color to the pri

The men let go of her hand and exited through a golden door located at the far end of the living room. Following them with her eyes until they had disappeared out of sight, she caught sight of another staircase to the right with a piano right underneath. “What do you want from me? Why are you doing this?” She asked the question that had been at the tip of her tongue all the while. She'd thought it would be Trevor but meeting this man in his place made her feel uncertain about his intention. Did Trevor hire this man to do the dirty work of ending her life? No, he won't. Right? But this man looked nothing like a murderer, an ear piercing and that was it. But do murderers have to look a certain way? Everybody’s capable of killing once they have a reason to. Bile rose to her throat as a series of thoughts ran through her mind all at once. And the way he kept staring at her like a creep…No, a starved lion that just met his prey, wasn't helping matters. “Relax princess, there's e

“Who are you people and what could you possibly want from me? A lowlife woman? Please let me go, I beg of you,” Phoebe started pleading as soon as the car had gone some distance. If they were going to kill her, they could go ahead as she was already dying a million times from the fear of the unknown. Her mind ran wild as she tried to figure out where all this was coming from but she was unable to pinpoint it. She has always lived a simple life and made sure to avoid creating enemies so why exactly was she here? She was very certain that they had mistaken her for someone else but how was she going to convince them? Having so much on her table already, she wasn’t ready to go through whatever fate the real victim was to go through. Yes, it was a selfish thought but who wouldn’t be under such conditions? “Please let me go, I beg of you. I won’t say a word about this to anybody, I promise.” Her pleas must have amused one of the men as he broke into a weird laughter. Phoebe paused as sh