After spending nearly thirty minutes in the closet, I emerged, looking like royalty from the land of Austral.I wore a black-silver mini gown that glistened in the sunlight, paired with elegant white stiletto heels. My hair cascaded down my back, adding to the overall allure.My makeup was light and subtle, giving me an innocent appearance, but the dress and shoes hinted at a deeper sophistication that went beyond mere innocence.Satisfied with my appearance, I gracefully exited the master bedroom and made my way toward the parlor.As I descended the stairs, my steps slowed when I caught the sound of a raised voice emanating from the parlor. Confused, I approached the iron bars on the staircase and peered through them.From this distance, I could clearly see the displeased expressions on both Lucian and Ken's faces.I shifted my attention to the woman who was vociferously airing her grievances. "Huh! That must be the infamous 'Mama,'" I remarked, my gaze locked on her.As the drama u
Lucian found himself struggling to arrange his thoughts in his head at this point. Over the past three weeks, he had purposefully distanced himself from Mira, not because they had fought or any personal issues, but because he wanted his mind to be clear and organized for when Aunt Amelia visited him. It seemed that whenever she was in close proximity, his thoughts invariably turned into a jumbled mess.At least, that was what he had believed up to this point.The Incident had left Lucian in a state of joy he hadn't experienced in a long time. He found himself unable to stop thinking about the way Mira had stormed into the room, dressed in that commanding outfit, and firmly put his nagging aunt in her place. It had nearly driven him to kiss the life out of her, a surge of passion welling up within him.But he had managed to hold back, even before she surprised him with an unannounced kiss.Mira was a force of nature, a fire that warmed his once-cold heart, and water that soothed his som
Lucian's mind went blank for a split second. What the hell is this? This wasn't his first time inside a woman, but it was the first time he felt like he was losing control, like he was being consumed by an uncontrollable desire. "You're driving me crazy," he murmured against my lips as he kissed the tears from my eyes. His warm breath sent shivers down my spine, and his words reassured me. "Don't cry, I won't hurt you," he continued to whisper into my ear, his voice filled with tenderness and longing. The intensity of our connection was overwhelming, and in that moment, there was no room for fear or uncertainty. We were lost in each other, bound by desire, and there was no turning back. "But it... hurts," I whimpered. "It's okay, just relax," he reassured me as he pushed into me once more. "AHHH, Lucian!" I moaned continuously. "It's supposed to hurt for just a moment, and then comes the pleasure," he explained. "Damn, You're so tight," he groaned through clenched teeth, "I nee
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Was I really touching, No, more like holding and stroking a man’s cock? The sensation of my hand wrapped around him, the heat radiating from his throbbing member, sent a shiver of excitement coursing through me. It was a moment of realization, a crossing of a boundary I had never ventured into before. Lucian's breath grew heavier, and his eyes locked onto mine, filled with a mix of desire and anticipation. We were both exploring uncharted territory, and the thrill of it was electrifying. Being an IED patient has robbed me of the simple pleasures of life. At the age of eighteen, while other young girls were busy having crushes on some nameless, immature idiots in college, I was preoccupied with trying not to kill someone or even myself. The weight of my condition hung heavy over my teenage years, a constant reminder of the fragility of life and the sacrifices I had to make. While my peers were navigating the ups and downs of young love, I was navigating
I awoke the next day to an empty bed, the space beside me chilled, indicating it had been vacant for some time. Despite the slight disappointment, my exhaustion held me captive, rendering me too tired to voice any complaints.With a sluggish movement, I muttered, "Ah! I can't even move. What time is it?" I reached out with deliberate slowness for my phone on the bedside table."Oh, what the hell?" I pushed myself up to an elbow, slowly shaking off the grogginess that clung to me. I glanced at the clock—it read ten o'clock. However, it wasn't the time that startled me but the realization of the day. "Monday!?" I exclaimed in disbelief. How had the days slipped away so quickly? "Lucian's aunt came to visit on Friday, and..." I let out a sigh, slowly rising from the bed despite the growing discomfort in my pelvic area "We had sex for a good three days?" I questioned aloud, though I knew the empty bed wouldn't provide answers. "Seriously, what are we, dogs in heat?" I chuckled at the th
PARIS ~~~~~ Nora burst into Noah Bamford's office, her breath coming in rapid gasps, as if she were being pursued by a masquerade. Noah, a striking figure with raven-black hair and devilish charm, sighed deeply. "Seriously, Nora," he chided, his voice laced with a mix of exasperation and amusement, "how many times have I told you to knock when you come into my office? " 'S…sorry, sir, but it's kind of urgent," Nora replied, still catching her breath. Noah raised an eyebrow, his voice tinged with exasperation. "So urgent that you couldn't raise your pretty little fingers and knock?" he quipped. Nora paused, taken aback. "Oh!" she stammered. "You think my hands are pretty?" She asked him shyly, attempting to divert the conversation. Annoyed and tired, Noah pressed, "Nora!?" Clearing her throat, Nora refocused. "Yes, sorry... I just wanted to ask if you've heard the news." Taken aback, Noah inquired, "What news?" Nora didn't mince words. She forcefully slammed a magazine on the t
“What party is that again?" I asked, storming into the dressing room where Lucian was changing."What?" Lucian turned to me, looking confused. "What did you say?""I'm asking what party you guys were talking about earlier.""Ah!" he sighed, his expression turning thoughtful.Frowning, I added, "Okay! I don't think I like the duration of that sigh. It's too long." I pointed out, and a faint smile crept onto his face."Well… Aunty Amelia...""Oh, great!""She wants to throw a big party.""Fuck me!" I snapped."With pleasure," he smirked, his eyes locking onto mine."Don't tempt me!" I replied with a playful frown.Then I questioned, "How does that affect us? If she wants to throw a goddamn party, just let her."Lucian leaned against the wall, his expression becoming more serious. "The party is for us... no, it's for you. She wants to formally welcome you into the family."Taken aback, I responded, "Huh! You're saying the crazy bitch who was yapping in her old tongue, calling me all sort
Unlike before, Lucian wasted no time taking her. Only in moments like this did he truly become a beast in human form. He forcefully opened her gown, moistened her throbbing core with his fingers, and with one swift movement, he penetrated her, causing her to moan. Her moans were like a symphony to his ears. He continued to thrust into her relentlessly until there was nothing left of her. "Lucian, wait!" Mira cried out in his arms, overcome with pleasure. "I can't go on," she breathed into his neck. "Yes, you can," he urged, thrusting repeatedly. "Just this one time." "That's what you said the last four times," she bit his earlobe, arousing him even more. "It's not my fault; I can't resist you," he confessed, taking one of her pink, erect nipples into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. "Oh my God!" she cried out again, and he smirked. "Moan as much as you like, Mira. I want the entire mansion to hear your beautiful voice," he said with an evil grin. "You... you're insane,"