It took a few strokes before she lowered her head again, sucking my cock and stroking it with her hands at the same time.In no time, her head was nothing but a bobbing mass of strawberry blonde hair, sloppy gagging sounds filling the air together with my groans.I grabbed her hair, supporting her movements while thrusting into her mouth at the same time.Shit.At this rate, I'd want her on her knees for me every day, sucking my dick the way she was like she was born for it.How was this her first time if she was so good? She was a natural.I could feel myself reach my peak, my muscles constricting and dilating alternatively. I couldn't see and neither could I speak, my muscles paralysed.She just had to pull away right at that moment and I groaned in disapproval until I saw her slip her dress over her head and gather her heaving breasts in her hands.Her nipples were already erect, taut and sticking out like tiny, darkened, pinkish pebbles.She positioned my cock between them before
"Are you missing something, Sofia?" she asked me, standing by the desk. "Perhaps I could help you find it.""I had a journal in here," I told her, closing the drawers, "but now I can't find it. It could be at home, but I'm certain I last read it here."Raquel slowly nodded as if recalling something. "Does it have a plain, pink cover?""It does," I responded attentively, looking at her. "Did you see it somewhere?"Raquel softly sighed. "You're not going to like this."I loosely folded my arms with a slight eyebrow furrow. "What? Does someone have it?""Your father-in-law. I was told he was in here that day of the press conference after you left and I've been wondering what he took. He's been reading that journal religiously since he got his hands on it."Oh, shit. Why me?Of course, it made perfect sense he took it. He saw me read it on our last encounter and probably got curious thinking it was mine. Well, he was wrong and he was the last person I'd want reading that journal.If the w
•Sofia•I had no idea how long I'd been sitting in my car in the park, both my chest and shoulders heaving from a constant stream of tears down my face in torrents.After talking to Teodoro, I'd just left the office without telling anyone, not even Raquel or Dominic. I didn't feel like I could do it. I couldn't face anyone, especially not him.Suddenly, I felt like I'd lost the will and power to fight like I didn't deserve to be fighting. I felt like I deserved the bullshit my family and I had to suffer ever since Teodoro entered our lives. I felt so shitty I couldn't even breathe.I tried getting a grip of myself with a deep sigh, but my attempt instantly turned into a grip of convulsive sobs instead that shook my entire body, reminding me of every painful thought I'd had ever since I found out.Through most of my late teens until I had to move out for university, I'd lived in fear of my father's intentions and what would happen if he gave in to those impulses he had. I'd constantly
•Dominic•I swept all the files on my desk onto the floor with my hand in a fit of rage, intense stress gripping me so hard my breathing instantly became rugged."Sir—""I don't care what means you use, how much money you use or how many people get involved," I interjected, pacing towards Liam who seemed to be in as much distress as I was. "My wife returns to me safe and sound before midnight."Midnight was but roughly three hours away.Hours.Fuck.I kicked into the wall so roughly I felt my toes scream in pain but that was nothing compared to the pain constricting my chest right now.A second was more than enough to wipe a smile off her face and plunge her into misery. A lot worse could happen in hours, especially with a diabolical man like my father involved.Everything was going so well. We were doing so fucking well I'd never felt this happy and peaceful in my life despite everything going on around us. Things just needed to turn around at a moment when we were at our highest and
•Sofia•There. It was done.I'd shown the man I knew I felt strong feelings for the proof of what could be the end of whatever genuine relationship we shared.I didn't know what broke me more and made tears pool uncontrollably in my eyes, the silence he'd held for what seemed like an eternity since I handed the photo over to him or the emotions flashing across his face.I couldn't exactly decipher what his facial expression reflected—anger, pain, confusion, resentment. I couldn't quite place the exact emotion, but I knew it broke him worse than it broke me.I found myself slowly backing away from him, unsure of where I was even going. He hadn't said a word, but perhaps I was supposed to read the room and act accordingly.Maybe he didn't want to see me—now or maybe ever. Perhaps he was so furious and heartbroken that he finally had an actual reason to be the son his father wanted him to be.It'd be easier to relieve him of the burden of pretending and betraying his father for me.I tri
•Dominic•I gently but firmly fisted Sofia's hair, thrusting so fast into her mouth that all I could hear were the slopping sound of her saliva lapping around my pulsating cock.My eyes were tightly shut and my teeth clenched as I felt my stomach muscles knot with electrifying impulses the more she obediently brought me to the brink of intense pleasure.Fuck.This was only her second time giving a blowjob yet she did it so good I could barely stand, my hormones so feral blood roared in my ears.She'd been going at it for minutes yet she remained constant, drawing me closer and closer to the peak I yearned to reach.She was so good I couldn't stop thrusting and neither could I control my pace. I could feel it the more she swirled her tongue around my shaft the way she did.I could feel it in her hand sliding up and down right below her lips. I was so fucking close I couldn't breathe and even when I forcefully peeled my eyes open, I couldn't clearly see."Sofia," I grunted through gritt
•Dominic•I tucked Sofia into our bed before planting a soft kiss on her forehead."Go to sleep," I softly cooed.It was still early in the morning and we'd just arrived home from the condo since the weather had calmed. Natalie hadn't shown up but we'd communicated and I was expecting her to visit sometime this morning.I had my own business to deal with—business difficult to even speak of without feeling a knife being driven into my chest.I'd always painted Darius Martel as a monster in my head—a ruthless predator—but never had I ever imagined his atrocities would bite so close to home."Dom," Sofia softly called my name, seeking my attention.I looked at her, shutting my thoughts and giving her undivided attention. "Yes, love?""How urgent is your meeting again?" she asked me for the second time since we got home.I softly chuckled, holding her hand up to press my lips to her knuckles. "I can delay it by a few minutes if my wife needs me."She smiled, pushing herself across the bed
•Dominic•"The panic on your face tells me you and your questionable companions were up to something I'd strongly disapprove of, Dominic," my father said, slowly pacing towards me with a smirk on his lips I found entirely diabolical.I presumed the questionable companion he referred to was Natalie as he began walking in more of her direction than mine, his attention anchored on her."Now, sweetheart, did you really think you could cheat your way back into New York City and I wouldn't find out about it?"Natalie scrunched up her face, her neck veins jutting out. "One more step towards me and I won't be held responsible for my explosive reaction," she spat venomously at him.He laughed, clearly unfazed by her threat. "You've always despised me the most, Natalie, even more than Sofia, I've figured. Does this immense hatred perhaps have something to do with me being the man your mother chose to so dearly submit to and allow to fulfil her darkest desires your father was never able to atten
•Sofia•The room was cold and sterile, the bleak atmosphere giving me chills.I had prepared myself for this moment, or at least I thought I had, but the moment I saw her sitting on the other side of the glass, wearing that orange jumpsuit, her hair tied back in a simple ponytail, my heart ached in a way I hadn't expected.It wasn't just the sight of her in that uniform, stripped of her elegance and pride—it was the realisation that, in some twisted way, Teodoro had won.He had not only taken part of my life, Natalie's independence, and Dominic's peace, but he had also claimed my mother, robbing her of the life she once had.I took a deep breath and forced my feet to move, walking to the chair opposite her.She didn't look sad, or even ashamed. She looked calm, almost resigned, as if this was where she was meant to be all along. That calmness unsettled me."You finally decided to visit," she said as I sat down, her tone casual, as though we were meeting for coffee instead of a convers
She was right.I squeezed her hand before standing. "Rest up, Ava. I'll go find him."Dominic hadn't been the same since that night. The weight of everything that had happened bore down on him, and it was evident in the way his shoulders sagged, the distant look in his eyes, and the way he seemed to retreat into himself more with each passing day.The depression was understandable, even inevitable, given the circumstances.He was caught in the crossfire of public scrutiny, family collapse, and his own unresolved emotions. The media hounded him for statements he didn't have, and at work, there was constant pressure to clean up the mess left in the wake of his father's actions.To make matters worse, people looked to him to explain decisions and actions he hadn't even been privy to, let alone part of.Every time I tried to approach the topic, he would give me a faint, practiced smile and tell me, "I'm fine, Sofia. I've got this under control." But I knew better. His voice lacked convic
I didn't look back, but her words stayed with me as I pushed through the crowd, my heart pounding with a singular, unrelenting purpose.I'm going to end this.The moment I saw Liam weaving through the chaotic crowd toward me, I knew he had something. His face was tight with urgency, his steps quick."We found the location," he said without preamble, his voice low but steady. "The live stream—it's still coming from inside the building. Last floor."I felt a jolt of adrenaline surge through me. "Send me the location," I barked, already turning toward the elevators.Liam quickly complied, his fingers flying over his phone. "Be careful, Sir. He's—""I know," I cut him off, my focus razor-sharp.I didn't wait to hear the rest. The moment the notification buzzed on my phone, I took off. My shoes pounded against the polished floors, drawing startled glances from guests who had no idea what was unfolding.The elevator was taking too long, each second dragging like an eternity. I slammed my fi
•Dominic•The room erupted in murmurs and whispers as Greta's words hung in the air like a thundercloud.All eyes scanned the crowd, searching for him—Teodoro, the man she had just called to the stage. My father. But he was nowhere to be seen.My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of dread and anticipation. This moment had been building for years, an inevitable confrontation that none of us could run from anymore.The murmuring grew louder, filling the silence left by Greta's challenge. I noticed some familiar faces—investors, socialites, and other attendees—shifting uncomfortably, stealing glances at me as though expecting some explanation, but I didn't have one and I never could.All I could do was clench my fists and watch Greta stand there, alone under the glaring spotlight, waiting.After a few minutes of silence, Greta exhaled audibly into the mic. She offered a wry smile, the kind of smile that came from years of enduring pain and disappointment."I suppose it's a little too much
But the murmurs weren't just for Ava. Greta's sleeveless gown, a stunning midnight-blue piece that swept elegantly to the floor, bared the scars etched across her arms and upper back. The jagged lines, a brutal history written in her skin, caught the light as she moved.It was brave. It was beautiful, and it was impossible to ignore.The weight of the crowd's stares hit me like a wave. I didn't hesitate. "Stay with Ava," I murmured to Sofia, before striding through the sea of whispers and glances toward them.Greta noticed me first. Her lips quirked in a soft, knowing smile, but before she could say anything, my hands were on her shoulders. I leaned in close, shielding her as best I could from the sea of prying eyes.The instinct to protect her was immediate, visceral, and unrelenting. My hands moved to remove my jacket, ready to drape it over her, but she stopped me."It's okay," she said softly, placing her hand on mine. Her voice was steady, but her eyes shimmered with unshed tears
The words struck like a slap, and for a fleeting moment, I saw it: the crack in his armour. His eyes widened slightly, and his lips parted as if to speak, but no words came. His hand trembled, hovering near his side, before he clenched it into a fist.His expression twisted—a storm of anger, disbelief, and, beneath it all, something else. Pain. Loss."You're a fool," he spat finally, his voice cold and sharp like a blade. "A naive, pathetic fool. You think you're winning? You think you're better than me? One day, you'll see the truth. Family is power, Dominic. And you've lost that. You've lost everything."His words were meant to cut, to wound, but I saw through them. Beneath the venom, I could see the man who had once been my father, who had once loved us. That man was buried now, consumed by his rage, his grief, his inability to let go of the past.I took a step back, my voice calm but firm. "No, Father. You've lost everything, and you have no one to blame but yourself."His eyes fl
•Dominic•Teodoro stood in the middle of the destruction he'd created, his frame imposing despite his slight sway from too much whiskey.The rage in his eyes was tempered only by the faintest glimmer of despair, the cracks of a man who had lost too much but refused to accept responsibility for any of it."Where are they, Dominic?" he demanded again, his voice slurred but no less venomous. "Where is my family? Where is my wife? My children? You think you can take them from me?"I stood a few feet away, the tension in the room so thick it was hard to breathe. I felt Sofia's lingering gaze from the stairway behind me, her worry anchoring me, but I didn't dare turn around.If she came down, she'd be walking straight into his line of fire, and things would definitely escalate and blow out of proportion. I knew I wouldn't be able to control myself if he tried to harm her in any way."They're not yours anymore," I said, my voice calm but firm, though my stomach churned. "They're not possessi
I stiffened, flipping through evidence of bank transactions. "Any connection to my father?""Not directly," Liam admitted. "But there's evidence of two large payments—one before the incident and one after. Both were transferred from Cayetana Martel's account."I froze, reading the name again. "Natalie's mother?"Liam nodded grimly. "Her contact details are all over his phone records, and surveillance footage shows her meeting him in person with a suspicious bag. An arrest warrant has been issued."It didn't make sense. How could Cayetana do this to her own daughter? I shook my head, trying to process the betrayal."Anything else?" I asked."Yes," Liam added. "You've received a formal invitation to a gala hosted by Olivia. It's three nights from now, and it's marked as compulsory attendance."I nodded slowly. Olivia's plan was still unfolding, and if she was gathering a crowd, it could only mean one thing: the endgame was near."Thanks, Liam," I said, patting his shoulder. "Keep me upd
"Please!" I begged, my voice rising, my breath coming in shallow, panicked gasps. "Just tell me where she is! My sister could be hurt, or alone, or worse, and I—I don't know if I can—"Just then, my mother's voice cut through the haze, sharp and unmistakably furious. "What's going on here?"I whirled around to see her standing in the hallway, her eyes dark with anger. She looked from me to the nurse, her brows knitting together as she took in the scene."Mom," I said, my voice filled with accusation. "How could you do this? How could you take Ava without telling me? You promised!"She stared at me, her mouth falling open in genuine shock. "What are you talking about? I didn't transfer Ava. I thought you would be here with her right now. They wouldn't let me see Natalie either. Was that your doing, Sofia?"The anger I'd felt toward her fizzled, quickly replaced by cold, numbing confusion. I blinked, trying to make sense of her words. "Wait—you didn't—?""No," she said firmly, her face