His gentle probe meeting no resistance, he pressed further. As he did, her lips parted more fully and their tongues met. Both sighing as their bodies melted together, they began kissing in earnest. Tongues swirling around one another, seeking, exploring.She raised her arms to rest on his shoulders and began caressing the back of his head as their tongues danced together. His right hand began sliding up her back, under her T-shirt as his left slid beneath the waistband of her bottoms. With a deft snap, her bra was unhooked and his hand began sliding slowly to her side, pushing the bra up and out of the way. A small gasp left her lips as his palm slid softly over her hardening nipple while his hand moved to cup her breast."Absolutely perfect," he thought to himself as his thumb lightly played over her nipple, exciting it further. Not too large, but definitely a handful, and he had large hands. Just right.His left hand followed the curve of her shapely ass and cupped first one and th
She bit down on her bottom lip as she looked directly into his eyes and nodded almost imperceptibly."Yes baby. Please make me cum," she whispered. Slowly, agonisingly, he planted wet open mouthed kisses down her body, savoring the taste of her skin. Her travelled lower into the crevice of his nostrils filled his head with her fragrance in the scent of her. Down her chest then between her breasts, his mouth moved slowly. Then over her stomach, tracing his way as he went down her sides were her hands. A playful circle around her bellybutton by his tongue as he drifted lower.His hands rested on her breasts as his mouth approached her mound, squeezing them and teasing her nipples with his palms. As he moved ever lower, she shifted her hips, spreading her smooth, full thighs wider apart. He paused for a moment to look at her before he continued. Her pink pussy lips were opened like a flower and covered in her juices. Barely peeking through its cloak was her clit, throbbing in anticipatio
His days were a blur of meetings, presentations, and late-night strategy sessions at his company. As the CEO, his responsibilities seemed endless, especially with the increasing demands of expansion projects and securing new partnerships. Yet, even amidst the chaos of corporate life, his thoughts always circled back to his family.He'd double-check the security system at home every morning before he left for work. He made sure every window and door was locked and monitored. He left very detailed instructions with the security team stationed outside their property, always telling them to be vigilant.Between reviewing financial reports and negotiating deals, he made quick calls to Sabrina at the office. He just needed to hear her voice to ensure she and Saben were okay.“Everything okay at home?” he’d ask, his tone gentle but concerned.“Yes, Benedict,” Sabrina would reply with a smile in her voice. “You’ve done everything but install lasers around the house. We’re safe. Stop worrying
She knew she had to wait until the dust settled, until the heightened vigilance around her escape began to wane. That was when she would strike. Clara wasn't interested in random vengeance—she wanted precision, a plan that would bring Benedict and Sabrina to their knees. It wasn't just about revenge; it was about reclaiming the power she believed they had stolen from her.Detective Morales sat in his office going through files and reports of Clara's case. Weeks had gone by and still, no Clara was found. His superiors were getting restless but Morales could not help the feeling that Clara wasn't done. She was too shrewd, too ambitious to simply disappear."She's waiting," Morales whispered under his breath as he tapped his pen against the desk. "But for what?Detective Morales leaned back in his chair, the weight of the case pressing heavily on his shoulders. Clara Hemp's escape had not only embarrassed the department but also left a lingering sense of unease that he couldn't shake. Th
Benedict's icy glare felt like a winter storm, chilling Sabrina to her core. Her heart raced with a mix of fear and heartbreak as she faced him. He was Benedict Thompson, the only heir to the Thompson estates, a man known more for his wild ways than for his business brilliance. At a young age, he became a billionaire and led BMX Estates, a huge architectural firm. Now, he paced angrily in his family’s luxurious living room, each step echoing the thick tension in the air.“Last night, you seduced me,” he spat, his voice sharp and filled with anger. “What trick did you use to make my mother force me into this marriage?”Sabrina welled up with tears, trying to find the right words. She had never seen him like this; in pain and disbelief."I... I didn’t trick you," she stammered, her voice trembling. "I've liked you since we were kids. That’s all."His harsh laugh cut through her, deepening his rage. “You think I would believe that? The wedding, everything—it’s just a trap, isn’t it?”“I’
The next day came, though her feelings had been utterly smashed the night before, the wedding preparations continued on. Sabrina hardly recognised who peered back at her as she sat in the bride's suite: white, pale, tear-rimmed eyes, but still, a beautiful silken cloth hugged her body, soft curls framed her face.Her mother, Leila, entered and sat beside her. Her face etched with despair."Sabrina dear," she whispered softly, "do you really want to do this? You don't have to do this."Sabrina shook her head. New tears formed in her eyes. "Mom, what am I suppose to do?" she whispered in a barely audible voice, her voice barely above a whisper, quivering with uncertainty. "I love him, but he…. He hates me."The burden of her heart pressure weighed upon her chest so heavily that it became unbearable to breathe. She felt lost and scared, like standing at a crossroads with no signs guiding her.Then her eyes questioned her mother to seek solace as well as find answers that seemed really too
Locked with fury in her eyes, Teresa gripped Benedict's arm tightly with her fingernails digging deep into his skin. He was in the middle of an idle conversation with his friends, and the force of his mother's yank thrust him back into harsh reality. The smile dropped off his face, replaced by irritation."Turn around now and go back to Sabrina!" Teresa hissed to his face, her voice low but full of a venom that brought him up short. "This is your wedding! You're supposed to be with your wife, not out here screwing like some irresponsible idiot! Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is? How much shame you're bringing to our family?fix this Now!"She snapped her eyes to his with a warning so sharp he felt a jolt of anger-cum-tethers him to the moment. She wasn't letting this slide past. She gave one last withering glare to ensure the point had been wholly impressed, then turned and stormed off, heels clicking impatiently on the marble floor.Benedict clenched his teeth, pinioned and
As the applause subsided and guests resumed their own conversations, Benedict didn't hesitate to pull Sabrina aside. The phony smile he'd donned during their dance was gone within an instant, exchanged for a look of icy indifference. They stepped out of the ballroom, away from the crowd, and into a quiet corner of the reception hall. No warning, of course-just leaned and caught her by the arm, his fingers digging into her skin as he turned her to face him."You succeeded," Benedict spat, voice low but full of venom. "You managed to marry me, but don't for one second believe you'll ever have my heart.".She felt her eyes grow wide with the bitterness in his tone. Now she knew that he did not love her. But this was different-he said it all. On their wedding day, too. A sick feeling was in her belly as tears threatened to well up inside her once again. She bit down hard on her lip and kept them from falling."I don't love you," he continued, his eyes dark and unfeeling. "And I will never
She knew she had to wait until the dust settled, until the heightened vigilance around her escape began to wane. That was when she would strike. Clara wasn't interested in random vengeance—she wanted precision, a plan that would bring Benedict and Sabrina to their knees. It wasn't just about revenge; it was about reclaiming the power she believed they had stolen from her.Detective Morales sat in his office going through files and reports of Clara's case. Weeks had gone by and still, no Clara was found. His superiors were getting restless but Morales could not help the feeling that Clara wasn't done. She was too shrewd, too ambitious to simply disappear."She's waiting," Morales whispered under his breath as he tapped his pen against the desk. "But for what?Detective Morales leaned back in his chair, the weight of the case pressing heavily on his shoulders. Clara Hemp's escape had not only embarrassed the department but also left a lingering sense of unease that he couldn't shake. Th
His days were a blur of meetings, presentations, and late-night strategy sessions at his company. As the CEO, his responsibilities seemed endless, especially with the increasing demands of expansion projects and securing new partnerships. Yet, even amidst the chaos of corporate life, his thoughts always circled back to his family.He'd double-check the security system at home every morning before he left for work. He made sure every window and door was locked and monitored. He left very detailed instructions with the security team stationed outside their property, always telling them to be vigilant.Between reviewing financial reports and negotiating deals, he made quick calls to Sabrina at the office. He just needed to hear her voice to ensure she and Saben were okay.“Everything okay at home?” he’d ask, his tone gentle but concerned.“Yes, Benedict,” Sabrina would reply with a smile in her voice. “You’ve done everything but install lasers around the house. We’re safe. Stop worrying
She bit down on her bottom lip as she looked directly into his eyes and nodded almost imperceptibly."Yes baby. Please make me cum," she whispered. Slowly, agonisingly, he planted wet open mouthed kisses down her body, savoring the taste of her skin. Her travelled lower into the crevice of his nostrils filled his head with her fragrance in the scent of her. Down her chest then between her breasts, his mouth moved slowly. Then over her stomach, tracing his way as he went down her sides were her hands. A playful circle around her bellybutton by his tongue as he drifted lower.His hands rested on her breasts as his mouth approached her mound, squeezing them and teasing her nipples with his palms. As he moved ever lower, she shifted her hips, spreading her smooth, full thighs wider apart. He paused for a moment to look at her before he continued. Her pink pussy lips were opened like a flower and covered in her juices. Barely peeking through its cloak was her clit, throbbing in anticipatio
His gentle probe meeting no resistance, he pressed further. As he did, her lips parted more fully and their tongues met. Both sighing as their bodies melted together, they began kissing in earnest. Tongues swirling around one another, seeking, exploring.She raised her arms to rest on his shoulders and began caressing the back of his head as their tongues danced together. His right hand began sliding up her back, under her T-shirt as his left slid beneath the waistband of her bottoms. With a deft snap, her bra was unhooked and his hand began sliding slowly to her side, pushing the bra up and out of the way. A small gasp left her lips as his palm slid softly over her hardening nipple while his hand moved to cup her breast."Absolutely perfect," he thought to himself as his thumb lightly played over her nipple, exciting it further. Not too large, but definitely a handful, and he had large hands. Just right.His left hand followed the curve of her shapely ass and cupped first one and th
The next morning sizzling bacon fragrance and freshly brewing coffee streamed out into the kitchen. Benedict remained by the stove with a folded dishtowel slung casually over his shoulder; he tenderly flipped hotcakes in a pan. A warm sunbeam filled windows by letting some light into the apartment.The kitchen door opens, and in walks Sabrina, throwing out her arms, sighing comfortably. She had her hair tied back in a loose bun and a T-shirt flowed loose over her pajama pants. "Good morning, " she murmured in a sleep-causing gentle but warm voice.Benedict turned to face her with a cup of coffee in his hand. "Good morning, " he counters with a grin. "Yes, I brought you coffee.".Her eyes lit up as she reached for the mug; her fingers brushed his in the move. "You're a lifesaver," she said, taking a deep sip. The warmth of the drink seemed to wake her up instantly. "And breakfast smells amazing."Benedict chuckled and jabbed a finger at the bag of fast food on the counter. "Not just ho
"We'll face this together," Sabrina assured him. "Just like we always do."Leslie, Sabrina's mother, stood at the doorway with her arms crossed, unspoken authority in the air. "Yeah, we agreed on that, Benedict," she said calmly but firmly. "Safety first before anything else. Nothing else matters now.".Wendy, Sabrina's grandmother, nodded in agreement from her seat on the sofa. In her old age, she had a presence and an authority that few could challenge. "Leslie's right," she said decisively. "Family comes first. It always has been, always will be. The wedding can wait. Keeping you all safe is the priority.".Benedict nodded slowly, grateful for the support from Sabrina's family. "Thank you, both of you. It means a lot to have you here, backing us up.".Just then, Saben came bounding into the room as if he could read the mood turning. He alighted his face with excitement while clutching some small stuffed animal in his hand. He let out a "Mommy! Daddy! See! Mr. Bunny wears a new shir
Because this wasn't just about survival. It was about showing the world and everyone who had doubted her—that Clara Hemp was unstoppable.Clara Hemp's flight had been effortless. Under cover of darkness she had slipped away from the city and into a silent solitude which was perfect to disappear in. There were no flashing lights, nor wailing sirens, merely rustling in the wind against the leaves, occasional crickets to tickle her ear, and an earthy-warm scent: here was a place where she can formulate a scheme, regain herself, and perhaps devise how to get herself out of the place.She rented a tiny, dilapidated farmhouse in cash, with a fake ID, from an unsuspecting elderly owner. There was no one around for miles, and the closest town was thirty minutes away, so it made a perfect hideout. Her days were spent lying low, watching the news programs for any information related to the search for her, and nights spent studying her maps, planning her next move.Clara smiled to herself as she
Clara opened her eyes and looked out at the darkened countryside, the lights of the small town fading into the distance. Her smirk returned as she thought about the news reports and the manhunt. The media could paint her as a dangerous criminal all they wanted. In her mind, this was no escape—it was a reclamation of power. They thought they had her caged, their rules and walls capable of holding her. But Clara knew better. She always had a way out."They think they're hunting me," she whispered to herself, the words muffled by the soft hum of the train. She trailed a finger along the edge of her seat, her mind tallying up what she needed to do next. "But they're the ones being played."But it wasn't just freedom. It was proof she could outsmart them all—doctors, guards, boys in boots. Even Benedict. Her lips were clamped shut at the thought of that smirk on his face. Benedict Thompson. The man who thought he was better than she, who'd stolen her power and sent her to rot in a cold, st
On the screen appeared the mugshot of Clara with piercing eyes as if daring any one to stand in her way. The anchor continued with an obvious tension in the voice."Clara Hemp, convicted felon with fraud, conspiracy, and attempted murder and kidnapping. Her history shows a pattern of manipulation and elusiveness. Cunning and resourceful are the adjectives that define Clara Hemp. Therefore, this escape was rather worrying.And meanwhile, Clara melted into the shadows of the city, those baggy pants and loose sweatshirt making her almost invisible to all the eyes stirring around her. She didn't look up; she didn't establish eye contact with anyone either. She stopped at a convenience store, her face hidden under the mask she had taken from the nurse's uniform.She grabbed a payphone from the rack by the counter, a bottle of water, and a snack. She handed the cashier a crumpled bill, avoiding the television playing in the corner."Thanks," Clara mumbled, her voice indistinct through the m