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"Isn't Froy your nephew, if you still intend to imprison him? And he's also getting married if I'm not mistaken."
"Someone needs to teach that boy a lesson while his mother is desperately not showing a firm attitude. His behavior will only get worse." This time Moreau found her stepfather not trying to be quiet, though the man's gray eyes were really just staring straight ahead. "But in the end you always knew that Aunt Gloriya would protect Froy. About the missing meat cleaver being taken away, you also didn't look surprised when my mother discussed the matter with you. I know... because you guessed it." It was a little long—indeed. However, Moreau wouldn't have minded when Abihirt decided to keep quiet. Unconsciously one hand tentatively swept near the back of her stepfather's neck, either admiring the eagle's head there or a sudden desire arose that could barely be contained when she asked another question. "Your tattoo is only this one?" SligRelated chapters
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Moreau's lips unconsciously parted to interpret what Abihirt had just said. Undress... it was some kind of dirty order. Asked in such an impetuous manner, that she considered the possibility here too dangerous, especially the statement about Barbara's departure some time ago. They had freedom, but Moreau didn't want to. Not at a time like this, when her stepfather had come to ask for help. Then they shouldn't be doing anything else. "We just got back from a long trip, Abi. I'm not in the mood for sex with you." Inching backwards, the corner of Moreau's throat moved roughly to find Abihirt still towering there; so calm; staring back at her with an expression on his face that was unreadable. There was regret where she was helpless as Abihirt leaned in to simply brush away the remaining distance between them. Both of the man's hands pressed down on the bed. An action that urged Moreau to more carefully dive into her stepfather's gray eyes. Abihirt wouldn't say anythi
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The sound of the bed crashing confirmed that Abihirt had agreed to go back up. It was worth pointing out that those piercing gray eyes never left any detail of Moreau's actions; just as she grasped the edge of the cloth wrapped around her body. "Can you close your eyes for a moment, Abi?" Still hoping there was a certain tolerance when the sight of being naked was not immediately devoured by Abihirt. Moreau wanted a little privacy, even if it would sound ridiculous in the end. "I've seen it all and will see it later too." Abihirt's deep, husky voice was calm, barely implying anything. Moreau knew. She silently swallowed harshly, then immediately turned her back on her stepfather. It was better than blatantly removing one cloth after another at his unreasonable request. Moreau could feel the ends of the hair that reached almost to her hips. It was too long, but Moreau had no interest in cutting it or simply looking for a new style of cut. The secon
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Abihirt wasn't fully clothed, so it was most likely fixated on some part of the abdomen that looked absolutely ripe with fuzz if looked at more seriously."What do you want?" asked Moreau with a shiver of anticipation in her voice. Hardly able to do anything about the movement of Abihirt's hand that pushed aside the long strands of hair dangling in front. Now the man could observe in its entirety the shape of the healthy breasts in the bra—which looked like they were about to come out with a fairly close line of cleavage. Moreau was sure her face would already be flushed at the sudden change in atmosphere between them. Only, everything Abihirt did barely gave a hint. She was surprised to find the man suddenly bend down, then pull off the lacy underwear to hold on tightly, with the veins of his hand poking out there. "Open your legs wider, Moreau." "Wh-what?" Moreau almost choked on her own saliva as she asked the question. Damn it, she could not face he
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"Where are we going?" Moreau raised her voice slightly, but her stepfather's body had already disappeared behind the door. The sudden tension felt like it was scattering and trying to get her lost. Should she acquiesce or stay in the room and Abihirt would come back and say everything she never wanted to hear? It was hard to decide. Really hard to had a good prospect in mind. Nevertheless, Moreau ultimately makes a choice that feels very tricky. She had repeatedly wanted to deny it, but being stranded here was a serious approach. There was no going back... when with Abihirt, their steps seemed to be facing an obsolete achievement. The man had never said that they were coming to the tattoo parlor. This really felt like an introduction. Moreau's attention was never-endingly fixed on the scenery around her. Everything that unfolded clearly to her eyes always seemed interesting. There was a wide variety of sample images displayed in almost every corner of
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"I'm scared," she spoke nervously, knowing that when Abihirt didn't respond directly, the man was probably thinking about something. "Your mother?" Until that one question suddenly came like an electric shock, and Moreau couldn't deny that she nodded immediately. Still about Barbara, about something that could never be controlled. "I'm afraid my mother is angry," she said, almost unconsciously dropping her attention to the sketch of a thorny rose with budding petals. Beautiful. Let alone if they add red. How Moreau imagined it would be on one of her body parts. "She won't know anything." Abihirt's statement sounded like a soft whisper. The man was trying to persuade her to get a tattoo, was he?Moreau tried to understand something that didn't feel right here. Abihirt had a purpose as to why they were still faced with various uncertain decisions. At least there were provisions where she detected a desire that seemed to be trying to cross a forbiddin
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"One more shot." Moreau had been dealing with bad press all day. Her ex-boyfriend had unilaterally made the choice to end their relationship. She had been asking for a definitive reason since that sad moment, but Froy and the man's angry gaze were clearly refusing to talk. What an irony. Tomorrow was her mother's wedding day, and Moreau had no idea what the groom looked like. They were not introduced. Her mother was planning a silent necessity. There was even so much other pressure to leave serious blotches that it felt like they were punching holes in Moreau's heart. She was almost desperate to figure things out. Moments ago, she decided to go to a bar with the intention of calming down. The striking red dress was perfect on Moreau's slim body. Apparently, in front of the bar counter, Moreau was sitting alone. Staring at a few empty glasses—the wine was gone. Thus, her throat was like ashes with the remains of a fire. It was completely barren. Moreau never thought that she would ge
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Abihirt Lincoln woke up to find a young girl wrapped in thick blankets in his bed. He blinked a few times, trying hard to remember the remnants of last night's bet. The bastard Roki had brazenly added stimulant powder to the last cocktail glass—which had to be gulped down—to celebrate the upcoming wedding day. "Asshole!" Abihirt cursed while rubbing his rough face. This morning was the blessing. He glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand. 30 minutes to go, but as the groom-Abihirt had yet to make any preparations. For a moment, the gray eyes scanned the innocent face, which slowly began to frown to avoid the light streaming through the white curtains. Abihirt picked up the cloth scattered around the edge of the bed. Putting his white shirt back on, he raised one eyebrow high when he noticed that the bright blue iris had completely opened and were staring in complete surprise. "Who are you?" Moreau's breath caught. No one would have expected that in front of her a full-grow
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A futile attempt at escape. Moreau's breath caught at the reflection in the mirror. A person with a pale-even completely disheveled-face was trying to compose herself. Moreau didn't know what else she could do after this. When Barbara noticed such a slow arrival at the wedding, her steps immediately left the people around. There was no better place to hide than the hotel bathroom. Moreau was still at a loss as to what to do after accepting the fact that last night's forbidden act had crossed the line. Literally-the incident with the strange man would not have fallen into the most complicated rut. They were not related by blood. He would just be Moreau's stepfather, though there was one important thing... she would feel awkward when they were under the same roof. Moreau was sure she could have become independent, had Barbara given her permission. It was just that she considered Moreau an asset and would not allow her to take one step out of the building left behind by her biolog
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