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He Plays Around
It took serious courage to describe such a thing. Let Abihirt think something obscure between them. The man would think that she had deliberately appeared before Roger in a towel. Moreau did not care. Just hoped that there would not be more silence taking over while her stepfather's gray eyes seemed to be preparing a special part as a complete dish.
"What should I do with you?" The man's deep, hoarse voice tended to mumble, as if it was more important to speak to oneself, interpreting freely; then at a loss to come to a conclusion. Moreau understood... just as Abihirt did not want Froy to touch her. The man didn't want the same thing involving Roger either. A little possessive. Restricting. Unpleasant. There were rules about hooking up, but they were by no means formally bound. "I'll go back to my room if you don't mind." Moreau ended the sentence like that while feeling the tightness in her throat. Abihirt did not say anything. Hardly even a hint when the maRelated chapters
Forbidden Agreements His Attention
Moreau's statement hung on the edge of her throat. She held her breath when she detected her stepfather leaning over with both hands pressed against the surface of the bed. Even the man's arms felt so close. There were lines of solid, manly sinew rising to the surface. Moreau swallowed roughly, then made sure her irises were fixed on Abihirt's handsome face. The man didn't look like he was going to say anything, though in the end she always knew; Abihirt was very contradictory in certain situations. "I'll leave after making sure you get punished, for disobeying my orders. Twice." There was an emphasis at the end of that deep, husky voice. In extremes it left a burning feeling of tension. Moreau knew she might not get away with things like this. There was no new ground to dig another grave. Already trapped. There was no shortcut. "You're so possessive of me. Why not my mother?" Better to ask questions. Let Abihirt sort it out, though it seemed the man w
Forbidden Agreements Asked Him
This time Moreau bit her lower lip unconsciously. Wanting Abihirt to at least stop. However, it seemed like she made a mistake; making him notice what she had just done so, the man's fingertips brushed against the bitten part. "What were you doing earlier?" Abihirt's question sounded odd. This wasn't even a trial and it felt really tense. Moreau shook her head. Instinctively putting a hand on the man's wrist; hoping she could hold back when her stepfather was about to do something. As it turned out, it was quite hard to imagine she would suddenly realize one thing. Deliberately dropping the touch that was creeping up the back of Abihirt's hand. At least taking the man's fingers to be lifted a fraction of an inch away, a sort of serious insistence, as if it was a pending need that needed to be resolved immediately. Moreau swallowed harshly noticing the form of legality that was fully established between her mother and stepfather. The wedding ring was a pure sy
Forbidden Agreements Fucking Beg
"My mom, will probably be home soon." Moreau said the same thing a second time. Half-noticed the presence of Abihirt's arms on either side of her face briefly. Guessing the man was still overwhelmed by the same need. Silence. How indifferent. But then again, she had a habit of judging Abihirt through inappropriate means. Instead, she slowly felt the most basic of touches; so tentative—without warning that it ended up pressing against her lips. Not for long, as Moreau also did not understand why the man stepped aside, though the look in those eyes never seemed to change; always sharp; risky; then adjusting, though Moreau was suddenly startled by an action where Abihirt seemed to start removing the wedding ring that looked perfect on the ring finger there. Surely the man had found no place to put it so it was just clutched to the sound of the bed rattling. There was no clue how to deal with her stepfather. She was naked, while those gray irises radiated hunger. Real
Forbidden Agreements Harder
They kissed again; deliciously; searing and Moreau's hands slowly trailed down her stepfather's face, feeling the man's rough jaw, admiring a little, wishing to always get used to the beautiful texture there even if she had to be surprised to feel Abihirt deliberately spread her legs wide. The man probably didn't want to be completely naked so chose to only strip half of the cloth pants, revealing a cock that seemed to swell hard. Moreau swallowed roughly as the man prepared to enter her. It was almost too easy and too short to make her restless; full; especially when Abihirt began to move; at first with a tentative tempo—slowly turning into a delicious pounding. Moreau instinctively bit her lower lip. Another pure action ended up wanting to touch the man's arm. Only for a moment, because Abihirt seemed too sanctioned to let her, perhaps, dig her fingernails in to leave claw marks. The man's touch felt like a devastating blow. Moreau swallowed harshly, helpl
Forbidden Agreements A Question
"Darling, where's your ring? Why aren't you wearing it?" They had actually almost finished dinner together, but Barbara instinctively asked the question between silences. The woman's brow furrowed deeply. Perhaps she had just realized after a few hours that she had met a man who was suddenly silent, as if he was thinking about something, although he did not look anxious about something too close. It was the complete opposite of how Moreau handled herself. From the start she had tried hard to blend in. Trying not to stand out, or hoping not to leave an odd impression in everyone's presence, until everything she did felt very numbing. It was only slightly thankful that Roger was nowhere to be seen in the house when Abihirt came out of her room. Now, even the man seemed to be casually watching the one—sided conversation—still hanging in the air. Barbara's question should find an answer soon, though Moreau was sure her stepfather was looking for an excuse, since the ma
Forbidden Agreements Avoid Him
The first time she walked into the room it was quiet. There were lingering shadows of romance. Moreau's irises looked straight at the bed. There, the place where they had an intimate relationship that went too far, and then it all ended with a lot of pretense. Moreau's breath came in rough gasps, trying to get rid of the dirty things in her mind. Better to get on with what needed to be done, she soon bent down at the foot of the bed to take a look at things around her. There was hardly anything to be found. Perhaps it was not scattered on the floor surface. She immediately put one hand down to touch the surface of the mattress. The shape of the bed was at least an illustration of where brief attention could be diverted. Moreau started by removing the thick, scattered blankets, then lifted the pillows in search of answers. It felt a little strange when she didn't find anything. Now that, slowly, worried her. It was certain that Barbara would keep asking questions
Forbidden Agreements He Came Looking for His Ring
"Why are you so fierce?" The man asked after being sure Moreau would kick him out. There was nothing to elaborate on. They both knew how Froy deserved to be treated unfairly, to which Moreau immediately closed the room door and locked it in additional anticipation. This would be better. Without distractions. Without any bad prospects trying to take over. Faintly... no more of Froy's voice. Moreau stared for a few moments at the door. She should have resumed her pending needs. Really, really not putting the center of attention on the last point of the ring that should have been obtained, and when turning around .... The shadow of someone's body out there seemed to have just inserted an explosive device in her heart. Moreau didn't know she was about to be blown to pieces. Transfixed. Almost helpless. She had no choice but to stare at the image of herself under surveillance. Abihirt's presence was too vague, but there was no denying that the man looked very dangerous
Forbidden Agreements Barbara's Action
Moreau felt there was something odd after the complex situation between them had subsided. There were no more things to try to bring to the surface. Froy hadn't tried to find an opening since she'd kicked the man out of the room. Or actually, a little preoccupied with some activities between having to take care of the upcoming wedding, as well as one need regarding his uncle's attention. A few times Moreau had caught Froy trying to coax. Often, perhaps. It was just that Abihirt didn't seem to show any interest. Let alone respond. In the end, the man gave up and decided not to make a significant gesture. Froy was under Gloriya's supervision. Perhaps anyway... times like these were stressful. Good, if that was the case. Moreau would not face any charges. The few days here were better. Even the occasional message from Juan was overlooked. She wanted to tell the man about the incredibly pleasant scenery here. Juan would like it very much. She think She'll take some pictures
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