Benedict stopped in his tracks, his grip tightening slightly. His expression turned deadly serious, eyes locking onto hers.“Not technically, Sabrina. Always.”Her heart skipped a beat.She swallowed, her fingers tightening around the collar of his suit. “You’re really serious about this whole forever thing, huh?”He didn’t blink. “Dead serious.”She felt her throat tighten, emotion swelling inside her.Just a few years ago, she never would have imagined this. Never would have thought that Benedict Thompson, the once-cold, arrogant CEO, would be looking at her like she was his entire universe.And yet, here they were.She grinned, leaning up to whisper in his ear. “I like you when you’re all possessive.”Benedict laughed deep inside. "Oh, sweetheart. You haven't seen possessive yet."His penthouse and ride back remained silent, albeit filled with feelings unspoken in words.Through the entire car ride, he held her hand and occasionally swept his thumb to caress across her skin for him
She need his cock. she need him in her. She need him to stretch her and fill her and leave a bit of himself in her. She use her fingers to ease his boxers down, and he lifts his hips slightly so she can get them off. When they are off, he settles back in and she treated to her first glimpse of his firm member. It is just the right size, just the right width, with a glistening drop of juice at its tiny hole. She kiss her way down his stomach and, with a feather light lick across his tip, She take the salty juice. She must continue to lick the tip, licked the v beneath his prick, then circling, rubbing her tongue all over the tip just the way she know he likes it.Then she begin to suck just the head into her mouth. she squeeze her lips tightly around him, and slide forward, inch, by inch, by inch, slowly, maddeningly, until his pubic hair is tickling her nose. Then she hold her position and just suck, running her tongue up and down him and feeling how hard he is as the sensations insid
The sun's golden rays were peeping through the silk curtains of the penthouse suite. The soft breeze would move those sheer drapes and waft through with fresh rose buds and peonies, which were quite favored by Sabrina.“Benedict…”A groggy hum was all she got in response.She smiled, leaning down to whisper into his ear, “Wake up, Mr. Thompson. Today’s the day you make me officially yours.”Benedict groaned before turning over, pulling her down with him. His strong arms wrapped around her waist, trapping her against his chest. “Can’t we stay in bed a little longer? We can get married here.”Sabrina laughed, pressing a playful kiss to his nose. “If you don’t wake up now, your mother, my grandmother, and the entire world will come looking for you. And trust me, Wendy Taylor in full wedding mode is not something you want to deal with.”At the mention of her formidable godmother, Benedict sighed dramatically before finally opening his eyes. He gazed at her—his soon-to-be wife—his expressi
Benedict scooped her up into his arms, and she squealed. "Our wedding night."She laughed from her mouth as he walked her toward the grand entrance of their mansion. Their guests were still partying in the distance, but at that moment, it was only the two of them, walking into the rest of their lives together.And when the last fireworks illuminated the sky behind them, Sabrina Auburn Thompson knew—this was the start of their forever.The villa, inside, was even more breathtaking. There was a lavish living room with windows that went all the way up to the ceiling overlooking the sea. The bed was covered in warm candlelight, rose petals scattered all over.Sabrina laughed at Benedict with a taunting smile. "Romantic much?"He grinned, drawing her into his arms. "It's our wedding night. I thought I'd splurge."She rested her hands on his chest. "Well, Mr. Thompson, you have succeeded."His eyes flashed with something darker, something deeper. "Do you have any idea how much I love you Sa
The reception at the Thompson Estate was nothing short of enchanting. The garden was lit up with sparkling fairy lights, giving off a soft, warm light. White rose-covered tables filled the air with their sweet scent. Hanging over the dance floor was a stunning chandelier that sparkled, its crystals shining with the golden starlight.Laughter, music, and sheer happiness filled the magical air.Benedict and Sabrina held hands at the head table, feeling the warmth of each other's palms, a silent promise communicated by their grasp. Hostess Penelope rapped her champagne glass with a spoon, calling attention to the assembly. "Ladies and gentlemen, let us toast the couple!"The crowd applauded as Penelope swept her arm wide, a wicked glint in her eye. "To the bride and groom; may their love be as beautiful as this wedding and their fights as memorable as their stubbornness!"The room erupted in laughter.Michael, the best man to Benedict, grinned. "And may Benedict finally learn to say he'
She had chosen her outfit accordingly, thinking of all the conversations they had had about what would be under that dress, which always ended up with them making love until they both cried out in passion. She wasn't going to disappoint him.Benedict was disappointed as he lifted the satin skirt as high as it would go to reveal her entire lower body to him.....panties....he had thought she go commando for her wedding.She moaned and shifted her hips on the bed as he kissed her thighs, first outer, then teasingly, tantalisingly slowly moving to her inner thighs. She gasped as Benedict’s warm breath crept through her lace panties and warmed her hardened clit. He was so near, yet so far. Instinctively she parted her thighs to attract him to where she wanted him to be, and that’s when she heard him moan, a deep beautiful sound from the depths of his throat which conveyed his arousal and heightened hers. Of course, she thought, he's only just realised they're crotch-less."Hmmmm ..so good"
The scent of sex and their sleep surrounds them as they wake this early morning. His face circled by its golden glow. His handsome blue eyes hidden from her by those eyelids closed in sleep. He shift and the eyes open for an instant giving her a glimpse of her soul. "Good morning my love." Then their lips come together to express the passion still present from last night. As they approach him and lift her leg over his, the passion intensifies. The kiss deepens, gets harder, and stronger. The need in their bodies and souls intensifies with each passing moment."I love you, Sab." He say, as he moves his lips to bite on her ear lobe. Down to her neck, sucking on it hard so that there is a big mark, for everyone to notice. Then to the area where her neck and her shoulder would connect. He bite lightly and blow on it, seeing her shiver."Benedict I love you" She whisper, as she bring her hips nearer to him. He bend down and kiss the peaks of her breasts, and She press his head nearer to he
Penelope shrugged her shoulders, "As long as it comes to my doorstep."Sabrina shook her head and laughed; then she looked over at Benedict, who was already gazing intent, his face a portrait of love. He locked her fingers closely with his."Happy, Mrs. Thompson?" he whispered.Sabrina smiled just as she wove her fingers through his. "Happier than I ever could have hoped."Benedict leaned down and kisses her ever so gently. "That good, because you'll be secured this happy forever."Laughing, she wrapped him around her neck. "Forever?"He smiled. "Forever."Leila swooned. "Oh dear, they're at it again." Wendy smiled. "Let them be, after all a love as theirs is worthy of celebration." Leila chuckled, fluffing her hair. "Okay, okay, now for the mushy stuff. Who's gonna clean the chocolate disaster?" Saben covered his little chest with his hand. "Mommy! Daddy! Grandma is ruining my chef dreams!" Benedict teased his son ruffling up his hair. "But it's all about knowing how dreams are g
Dmitri’s smile stretched slow and serpentine across his face, eyes glinting like a blade catching light. “Good. Very good.”Nathaniel was on his feet in an instant. “You’re playing with fire, Eliana.”She stood tall, despite the quake in her chest. “Then let me burn.”Damian whistled low. "Remind me never to mess with you."Dmitri clapped once, the sound echoing through the warehouse like a shot. "Now we're getting somewhere. I like her. Too bad she's saddled with idiots."Nathaniel's glare could've softened steel. "If she gets hurt—""You'll do what? Growl at me?" Dmitri teased. "Relax, Harper. I'm not asking her to smuggle plutonium. Yet." He winked at Eliana.She didn't flinch. "What's the delivery?"Dmitri pulled out a weathered manila envelope from a locked drawer beneath the bar. “Coordinates. Names. A package.” He tossed it on the table. “You’ll take it to an old contact of mine. Neutral ground. He’ll trade it for something that might just help all of us survive William Harper.
Rain hit the hospital's glass windows, each drop reminding her that time was escaping her. Disinfectant and cold wind were the scents as Eliana stood stock-still in the hallway, her trembling hands clasped around the railing.Nathaniel Harper towered above her, his blue eyes veiled in desperation."You don't understand, Eliana. My dad—he's dead." His words were a growl, the words cutting through the air like the fine tooth of a blade.Eliana's swallow was concrete in her throat. "What do you mean?"Nathaniel sucked a rough breath into his chest, standing on the muscles in the back of his neck. "Vincent. My second. He's hunting me. Hunting you." His jaw hardened. "My father wants me to hurt. And he'll start with you."A chill ran through Eliana's body. As she thought about her answer, her ears picked up a voice that conquered the tension in the room.“I’d love to see him try Damian.”Damian Wolfe.Eliana had just time to see him leaning against the doorframe of the hospital room. His
The stillness of the hospital corridor had seemed so alien from the tempest of thoughts racing through Eliana's head. She sat with her elbows on her knees and fists clenched firmly together along the edge of a waiting-room chair.All this happened too suddenly yesterday.Damian Wolfe rested in his bed at the hospital, injured but recovering. Nathaniel Harper had defied his father and stood by her. And William Harper—cruel, killing, harsh—still existed, patiently waiting.She gasped sharply, trying to calm down.And then, in the midst of familiar quiet that was habitual, a voice interrupted."So… who's it going to be?"Eliana turned her head to look up at Sabrina Auburn looming over her, arms crossed, the wicked glint in her icy eyes.Eliana frowned. "What am I saying?"Sabrina chuckled, tilting her head to one side. "Come on, Eliana. I'm not dim. Two handsome, seriously sexy males hovering around you like wolves, ready to tear each other apart into shreds? It's practically a bloody mov
William spat out a bitter laugh. "Luck had nothing to do with it."The doctor hesitated. "You need rest. Pushing yourself—"William's glare cut him off. "I don't have time for rest."The physician huffed but nodded and left the room.William beside him, he placed a call on his phone.A mechanical voice answered. "Yes?"Harper in steel tones. "I want them all killed."There was a man in a suit beside him, tension in his shoulders. His voice even, controlled. "Understood. But. Your son, sir, is Nathaniel."William's fists were fists. Searing pain lightninged across his side, but he didn't care. He'd been shot once. He'd bled before. That wasn't paining him.Betrayal was.His own blood betrayed him.His own son.William's lips twisted into a sneer-grimace. "Not anymore."The man staggered. "Sir—"William's tone was icy. "I do not care how much it costs. I want them dead. All of them."There was silence. Then finally, a gentle, "Understood."The door closed with a crash.William took a sh
Nathaniel Harper stood in the dark of the hospital room, his fists clenched.The doctor had closed them into this small space, forcing them to confront each other in the intimate light of the bedside lamp.Years of their past hanging between them like a gauntlet.Damian spoke the first word softly."Trust you?" His voice was harsh, from pain and anger. "After all your family's done?"Nathaniel didn't blink. "I did not choose my name."Damian snorted with a bitter laugh. "No, but you damn well profited for years on it."Nathaniel's breath came harshly. "And now I'm suffering for defying it."Damian's glacial stare cut through him, searching for deceit.He was seeking to uncover a coward.A traitor.But what he did uncover instead?A man who'd lost everything.Nathaniel's voice lowered, a rough tone edging in. "William won't quit. You know that."Damian's jaw was locked. "Yeah. I know."Nathaniel paused, then moved closer. "Then let me help."Damian laughed. "Help? The last time I trust
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