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Benedict closed Saben's door quietly, not wanting to make any noise. Sabrina was still smiling at him with this little heart swelling at seeing her child being so tenderly cared for by him. They both smiled and looked at each other to show that they were relieved Saben finally slept after all that commotion in the day. And then they walked down that hallway hand in hand down to Sabrina's room. The house was quiet, the muffled hum of distant rain the only sound as they stepped inside. Sabrina turned on the small lamp, its warm glow filling the room. She sat on the bed, on the side. She was exhausted from everything that happened. Benedict was standing there for a minute or so, when he unbuttoned his jacket and began to loosen the tie as if to undo the tension in the air. Sabrina watched him, her brow furrowed in concern. “You should get some rest,” she said softly, her voice carrying an undercurrent of worry. “You’ve been carrying so much today.”Benedict shook his head, his jaw tight
Benedict gave a quiet "Hmmmm," and lightly slid a finger between her now wet lips, across her clit and back up between her lips again.He then brought his finger up to his nose, and deeply inhaled her scent."Ohhhh, I love how you smell Sabrina." He then stuck his finger into his mouth and sucked her juices off. "And I love how you taste even more." Benedict added.Then he went right back to massaging her ass."Nooooo, I want your fingers inside me. You are such a tease!" Protested Sabrina.A moment later Benedict put his hands on each cheek and gave a slight shake. Both cheeks jiggled and swayed. It was so simple and almost silly for Benedict, but it was so sexy to see her ass shake and brought him such child-like joy. He then leaned down and gave each cheek a light kiss. Then he spread them apart, showing off her beautiful starfish. He leaned down again and gave her asshole a soft, but broad lick and then a kiss.This brought an immediate reaction from Sabrina. "Mmmmm I like where th
"How bout I give you just a teaser? Just a sample?" Benedict replied"Nooooo!" Said Sabrina, "I need it all."Benedict smiled and responded with, "How about you get what I give you and you don't complain?" "Mmmmm, yes, Daddy, give me what I deserve." Was all Sabrina could get out before Benedict slid the full length of his cock; from tip to base, against her clit, cause her to draw in a deep breath of pleasure. "Ohhhhhh yes, I need more of that!" She moaned. Then Benedict slid back and began to kiss all around her bald pubic mound. Down the inside of her leg and closer and closer to her hot, wetness, until he finally made first contact. He breathed in her scent deeply and just the feel of his hot breath exhaling on her wet lips made her moan."Ohhhh yes, lick me, suck my clit. Please Daddy, put your mouth all over my cunt!" Sabrina said.Benedict couldn't hold himself and gave a soft, broad lick of her slick lips, savoring her taste. He did this again, but deeper and using a curved
Sabrina cried out, "Ohhhh fuck yes! Fuck me hard Benedict! Fuck my dirty little cunt!"And Benedict did just that. He fucked her hard and fast."You like me fucking you like this don't you?" Benedict asked breathlessly"Oh yes! I love when you fuck me hard! My pussy needs this! I need this! Don't you dare stop!" Sabrina moanedBenedict hooked his leg over hers for more leverage and gripped her harder. He didn't think he could get any deeper, but it felt like he was. Deep and hard he thrusted into her. Both of them panting like they were running a 1000 yard sprint."I can't wait to fill you with my cum and lets make a girl." Benedict breathed into her ear.Benedict reached out and found his hand on Sabrina's breast. Her nipple was hard as a rock. He pinched it firmly. It was enough to send Sabrina over the edge. She was whimpering and crying out. A hand frantically grabbed into Benedict's thigh and dug in deep, and her other one went to cover her mouth, hoping to stifle her cries of ple
Next morning, sun streamed through windows across the house to warm with its bright shine. There, an invitation through newly freshly brewed coffee spread around the fragrance as Sabrina padded silently into the living room while her hand lingered in the spot near her neck where Benedict had kissed it overnight. There stood her little son Saben giggling as Wendy was playing around him on the rug; she was chasing him all over around there pretending to be a lion. The front door opened, and Teresa, Benedict's mother, strode in, carrying a basket of freshly baked pastries. Her sharp eyes immediately took in the scene: Saben laughing, Wendy crawling on all fours, and Sabrina with a blush that seemed a little too deep for a casual morning.“Oh, there’s my little angel!” Teresa exclaimed, placing the basket down and swooping in to kiss Saben on the forehead. “You’re growing so fast, my darling.” Then her eyes flicked toward the hallway, where Benedict emerged, still tugging on his shirt and
"Tomorrow sounds good," Teresa interrupted with a teasing grin. "Or maybe next week. That sound good, Sabrina?", she turned toward Sabrina, who from under the table appeared as if the ground were trying to open up to swallow her in an instant. A nervous little giggle broke out at the sound, and she turned her bright red-red cheeks with a grin "I-uh-I reckon Benedict and I need a little talk first."Leila, Sabrina's mother, laughed, her eyes darting between her daughter and Benedict. "Don't let Teresa scare you, dear. But honestly, Benedict," she said with a tilt of her head, "what are you waiting for? You are clearly still in love with each other."Benedict opened his mouth to say something, but Saben had been ready for him, clapping in just the same way Teresa had. "Yeah, Daddy! Let's have a wedding!" His face alight with pure elation. "Can I wear a suit like you? And can we have cake? Mommy loves cake."Sabrina couldn't help but laugh as she reached over to mess up her son's hair pl
They stood like that for some time, swaying each other in each other's embracing arms. But their peace was broken by the fast, small footsteps."Mommy! Daddy!" Saben exploded into the living room, his face aglow with excitement. "Are we gonna have cake today? Nana Teresa said you're getting married right now!"Sabrina and Benedict pulled themselves apart, laughing. Sabrina dropped to her knees to be at Saben's eye-level, her fingers cradling the small face. "Not today, sweetheart," she said softly. "But soon. Very soon.""How soon?" he asked, furrowing his brow with a seriousness that a child alone could possess.Benedict crouched next to Sabrina, ruffling Saben’s hair. “We’ll make sure you’re the first to know, okay? And yes, there will be lots of cake.”“Chocolate?” Saben asked hopefully.“Chocolate,” Benedict promised with a smile.Feeling satisfied with that, Saben threw his arms around both of them squeezing tight. "I love you, Mommy and Daddy."We love you too, dear," Sabrina re
Sabrina and Benedict had sent this. Photos and newspaper clippings covered the dimly lit room. In her mind, Clara was a whirlwind of anger and mad desire. Her lips curled into a sneer as she regarded the happy family in a tabloid cover photo. The headline read: "Thompson and Auburn Reunited: A New Beginning."Her fingers closed tighter to the edge of the paper; it crumpled up in her hand. "They think they've won," she was saying to herself with a venomous tone of voice. “But I’m not done with them. Not by a long shot.”Clara's obsession had consumed her, festering into something far darker. She started mapping out a new plan that would shatter Benedict and Sabrina's world permanently. "If I can't have my happiness, neither will they," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with malice.Clara's phone buzzed again, the insistent vibration echoing through the silent, shadowy room. She scowled, her patience wearing thin. Reaching out to grab the device, she stared at the screen, her lips curlin
There was an awe stricken silence that swept over the room.Sabrina's breathing, too, had ceased. "What?"Eliana's mouth was dry. "He planted the bomb at the convention. And when that didn't work, he tried to kill me. If not for Nathaniel and Damian." she broke off her voice,".I would not be alive."Benedict's expression turned cold. "That abomination."Saben wasn't swallowing it, however. He was cold with anger. "And we're doing this on his word? He's a Harper. His father attempted to kill you. And now we're going to accept his word that he defected from his father?"Nathaniel's voice cut across him, hard but controlled. "I'm not my father."Saben snarled, advancing as if to hit him. "You carry his name, don't you?"Before this was allowed to go further, a third individual appeared in the room.Tap of cane on marble floors.Wendy Taylor.Leslie Auburn, Sabrina's mother, behind her. The two women who managed the families entered the room, their white faces contorted with horror and a
His own son—his own blood and flesh—had betrayed him.The treachery blazed hotter than the fires receding in the horizon."Shut up, Nathaniel," William snarled, striking his fist into the metal belly of the airplane.Seated across from him was one of his most dependable men, Marcus Steele, wiping blood from his mangled lip. "Sir, we should rethink. The Thompson family is not going away. They have money, they have connections—William's glare was toxic. "I don't care what they've got." Dead, deadly tone. "Eliana Thompson stole everything from us. And now my own son has the decency to be standing with her?"He spun on his pilot. "Faster. We have to get out of the city before the authorities surround it."Marcus hesitated before continuing. "Sir… Nathaniel can still be of some use. Maybe we could—"William pulled Marcus by the collar, dragging him towards him, inches from Marcus's face, his breath smelling of rage. "Nathaniel is dead to me. Hear me? DEAD."Marcus gulped hard, wide-eyed,
The centuries' weight—of blood and greed and war—hung heavily in the air.William chuckled, spinning the glass of whiskey in his hands. "You think you're superior to me? Different?"He approached closer, his voice as icy as cold water. "You bear my blood. You can fight it all you can, but you'll never be anything else but my son."Nathaniel's jaw snapped shut. "Then I'll spend the remainder of eternity denying you."William's eyes blazed with something—disappointment? No, anger.He slapped the whiskey glass on the table, and it broke. The sound echoed through the big room. "Then you leave me no choice."Nathaniel stood up. "What do you mean?His father's face hardened, his own face hard and unyielding. "You want to be allied with the Thompsons? You can. But listen to this, Nathaniel… from this moment on, you are not my son."The words cut deeper than a knife.Nathaniel's breath was trapped, but he strained himself up. "Then that makes two of us."For the first time in his life, he did
The drive back to the Thompson estate was tense. Eliana was in the backseat, her thoughts racing with Nathaniel's threat."There's another attack coming. Tonight."Damian was beside her, his face a mask as he checked his gun twice. The atmosphere was tense, heavy.Eliana addressed him. "Do you think he meant it?"Damian didn't look up. "Does it matter?"She frowned. "Of course, it matters."."No, Eliana." He finally met her gaze, his tone tough but soft. "The thing is, we have to assume he's lying. Because if he is, and we don't act, people die."She didn't appreciate that he was right.Eliana breathed in, smoothing out her hair. "If his father is involved, he won't stop until he gets what he is after."Damian leaned into the seat. "Then we don't let him have his way."His determination made her heart pound.For once, she wasn't alone in having to cope with this.Benedict Thompson stood in the security room, watching the live feed of the grounds of the estate. His jaw was clenched as
Nathaniel Harper did not look back when he left his father. Each step he made felt heavier, as though the burden of his family's transgressions was finally coming to catch up with him.He had spent his entire life attempting to validate himself before William Harper. Attempting to meet the standards of a man who regarded emotions as frailty, ethics as folly, and strength as the only concept worthy of consideration.Benedict Thompson stood before the fireplace, his fists gripping behind his back. The instant he discovered about the altercation at the commercial convention, he instructed for heightened security on the estate.He wouldn't let them have another attack.Sabrina sat facing him, her face set. "Are you certain about this, Benedict? Provoking them could create a greater problem."Benedict took a hard breath. "And doing nothing will leave us target practice. I won't sit idly by for that to happen."Wendy Taylor, Eliana's great-grandmother, struck her cane on the floor. "He's co
Damian took position beside her, his presence unbending. His hand was resting uncomfortably close to his gun, and Eliana knew that if she even moved her finger, he'd kill this man dead.But she was not going to let William have the pleasure of watching her lose control.She smirked. “That’s funny, Mr. Harper. Because from where I’m standing, you’ve already lost.”A muscle clenched in William's jaw. "You really believe that, don't you Eliana?""I don't believe. I know Mr.Harper." Eliana crossed her arms, her tone icy. "Your son is losing hold of his own conscience. Your empire is disintegrating. And soon enough, everyone will see you for what you actually are—a desperate old man holding on to whatever power he can still command."The room hung in silence. Everyone stared.Nathaniel sighed beside his father. He wasn't with William, definitely. He wasn't going to get himself caught up in things, though.William smiled, low and threatening. "Always had a quick mind, Miss Thompson. Too bad
The following day,The grand ballroom of Tokyo International Business Convention hummed with marble floors. CEOs, industry leaders, and investors walked around the room, sipping champagne glasses and making high-stakes business deals. Golden lights of chandeliers reflected against shiny marble floors, with a power and richness.Eliana Thompson pushed through the throng, demanding the notice of all present. She dressed in simple but elegant black that complemented her toughness, but under the coarse exterior smoldered fire. She did not come to make deals—she came to fight.She was not looking for this meeting.Nathaniel Harper stood in the middle of the room, talking to foreign investors. Wearing a well-fitted blue suit, he showed careless charm, his trademark smirk etched on his face as he shook hands with foreign investors.Eliana's fists clenched. Her own heart thudded in her ears as she stepped between them.Nathaniel hardly had time to react when she strode up to him, eyes blazing
Nathaniel closed his jaws. The words stung, betraying pain he had struggled to keep hidden all these years."Grandpa Paul suicided because he wanted to, Dad," he stated stubbornly but his voice did tremble with emotion. "Yes, the Thompsons were in the wrong, but both of them weren't he perfect. He himself well knew what he was letting himself in for when he fought it out with them.".William's eyes went black. "Don't you ever apologize to them! We were ruined by Benedict Thompson and his family! They sullied our name, they robbed us of all we had, and you—my own son—are here questioning me?Nathaniel balled his fists in his hand. "I'm asking you because I don't wish to be like you." His chest strained to fill the air for the effort of his words. "I don't want blood on my hands. And I sure as hell don't want to begin where a war should have ended after Grandpa Paul.".William's laugh was brutal and not amusing. "You do believe in peace? You actually think they're going to forgive and f
Wendy's head nodded in confirmation. "Exactly so. We don't have to spill blood to kill him—just cut him, in pieces."Benedict ran his hands through his face, the frustration percolating just beneath his placid surface. "This is risky. You all realize that, don't you? Once we go down this path, we can't turn back."Eliana remained steadfast, despite the burden of the impending war. "We crossed that line when they tried to kill me and Saben."Silence filled the room.Wendy breathed deep, holding on to her cane. "Then it's settled. We fight."Silence filled the room.Wendy breathed deep, holding on to her cane. "Then it's settled. We fight."Sabrina swallowed, holding Benedict's arm and she spoke again. "I just do not want to lose any of you."He softly said; in that instant she knew exactly what he meant. "I understand that feeling so well. I know the tears of this place will chase us out someday, but if it has happened, why should we let everything go while crying?"Eliana moved toward