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His Anger
Abihirt's upcoming question was probably one of the many things the man was interjecting. Moreau swallowed harshly in pure reaction after observing the parting of the line on her stepfather's lower lip. She had to really observe and re-imagine how the hot kiss became a familiar sensation.
"Ya, I still won't obey." It took a lot of self-control, and Moreau only mastered that after a while. She was trying to limit her distance with Abihirt, though it suddenly felt difficult to do. "You will be punished then." Her stepfather continued to say calmly, leaving Moreau a little clueless so she pressed her lips together just to find the wrong justification there. She never thought there would be a punishment. "So that's what I get for being your submissive?" she asked to be absolutely sure. Wasn't there anything else that wouldn't give her a bitter feeling? Moreau did not agree that Abihirt would arrange such a severe punishment without even thinking that she wRelated chapters
Forbidden Agreements Punishment
Now Abihirt's hidden intentions were straightforward. Moreau could hardly comprehend. However, she herself did not know how to get out of the way when the man had arranged her body to face the bed with both hands braced firmly on the edge of the mattress. Abihirt was doing something intimate that made some of Moreau's feelings rebel violently, though there was no denying that there was half a desire to wait for an action when the man had pulled the thin dress on her body up. With no underwear as a layer of anticipation, it presented an instant scene. Moreau held her breath at the touch of a rough palm... gently rubbing the surface of her buttocks. It was too brief for Abihirt to simply test when the field would get wet. The man tends to be impatient, instead of making sure Moreau is willing to accept the already firm, solid, and all-encompassing shaft. Don't know if it's the urge of pleasure or not, but Moreau doesn't put up the slightest resistance feeling
Forbidden Agreements Froy Open His Mouth
"You must believe me. I saw Uncle Abi come out of Moreau's room myself. It was almost midnight when I finished swimming." The sound from outside drew Moreau to blink a few times, even though she had tried hard to wake up from keeping her eyes closed. Froy .... The man's voice was the most dominating, it took a moment at least for Moreau to fully comprehend the flashes of chaos that were being scattered there. She gasped instantly, hoping this was a dream, but the conversation behind the layers of room walls had shown her the truth. What had Froy seen and known? Moreau's mind wondered, so afraid, if last night the man had been drenched in information about Abihirt deciding to take punitive action; for a single mistake in the middle of normal tolerance. Her stepfather simply did not want to admit to a pointless self-defense. Instead, he was willing to take a risky risk like this. Where is Abihirt now? Moreau blinked rapidly. She wanted to get up, th
Forbidden Agreements Nothing to do
"What's wrong, Mom, Auntie?" Moreau didn't want to draw attention to Froy, making sure she didn't make eye contact with the man. Leave Froy to his own thoughts—certain thoughts and specific accusations set the tone. Ambition always turned into a major attack, however... felt quite dangerous. It would end up being tricky trying to get into it when not knowing if there was the most appropriate way to swim your way out. "Why didn't you tell us that Uncle Abi was in your room last night, Moreau? What were you doing? My mother and Aunt Barbara are already curious." Again. Froy's voice was the first to scatter, like a razor blade trying to tear through a wet piece of paper—it had already damaged it before it actually got to the stage of wanting to glue the flat, sharp part. Moreau had not found an answer. Didn't know what to say. Whether to accuse Froy, then all the man's statements would backfire or to keep quiet... letting Barbara's expression faintly turn angry.
Forbidden Agreements That Clear
Moreau looked at her stepfather skeptically. The man should have understood the hint she had given. It was not like this; plunging their secret scandal into a big hole to explode with the truce bomb placed inside. She wanted to be angry, but it was useless. Moreau would not be able to do anything more serious when Barbara was still showing a despondent expression, even though the woman had marked her as an easy target... if only, knowing something more serious right now. "What were you doing in Moreau's room?" Another question was soon detailed. Moreau did not even want to look at Abihirt's face, whether the man had gathered instant answers or simply had no real expression to avoid the age-old problem-still a terrible mess. "Returning the bracelet that fell in the courtyard outside." It all happened so suddenly. Moreau flinched slightly, then instinctively looked down at her wrist. Something that must not be forgotten. It was Abihirt, who had
Forbidden Agreements Makes Thing
"Since you're still here, why not help me with something in the kitchen?" Moreau winced slightly, detecting that she would not be able to refuse. Gloriya's smile had already portrayed something of hope, especially when the woman extended a hand to simply guide their steps into a room with a special arrangement. Various raw cooking ingredients had filled the entire kitchen table. Something was missing and she still hadn't found the closest clue. "What's the occasion, Auntie?" This time Moreau asked a question, at least to water the curiosity that was stuck on the edge. Unusual. It seemed too sudden and she had to pay attention to whatever was in front of them. "Your mom said she wanted to throw a barbecue party. So, this is what we're doing. We'll have a big meal tonight." That sounded like fun. Moreau instinctively widened her smile. In a pure gesture, she tried to take a look at the contents of the grocery plastic; whether Barbara had forgotten her fa
Forbidden Agreements Barbeque
"You've been waiting for it all this time. Here's yours, sweet girl." Roger's glare at least made Moreau unable to refrain from bursting into laughter. The man had been busy in front of the grill, smelling of smoke, accompanying Abihirt who didn't say much, but that was how they mingled; not to leave a suspicious impression, so Barbara could casually carry on a conversation with Gloriya on the terrace. The women were preparing the spices-now it was time to rest. Moreau should have done the same. However, she decided to engage in the busiest activities, such as currently holding a tray of three plates with a few pieces of cooked meat, and the rest at Gloriya and Barbara's request. "Thank you, Chef Roger. You were very gracious tonight." She added as she prepared to leave the two grown men there. There was no intention of insinuating Abihirt. The words came out of nowhere and she did not expect the gray eyes to stare at her for a moment. It was too short. Perhaps Mo
Forbidden Agreements Permission
Impatiently, Moreau's arms moved to simply slice the rib meat into pieces. She would leave the most tender ones for the end. Now it was necessary to add Gloriya's homemade chili sauce on the side, despite feeling even hungrier as she inhaled the aroma that wafted across the surface deeply. The first mouthful was engulfed in a peaceful sweep like the explosion of a worn-out sensation, but Moreau barely felt it. As if the word busy was the first to describe if—then... there was hardly an agenda like this on Barbara's bucket list. It was only when the woman returned to marriage that a desire was awakened so briefly. Still with the need to chew, savoring the various touches that exploded. Moreau circulated her gaze to trace every corner of the place. The conversation between Barbara and Gloriya did not seem to be ending soon. She wasn't interested enough in just finding out, immediately moving her attention to Abihirt's form there. The man was no longer in front of t
Forbidden Agreements Dangerous
Was Barbara willing to believe? Or had she been caught in the act of staring at Abihirt almost unblinkingly? Here's hoping those two parts are nothing. Yes, they were. Moreau hoped it wasn't. It wasn't something in her that was letting go. She didn't want to face a big problem, even if there was already a crack that needed to be patched. Supposedly walking without attracting the attention of a few people... was more than enough. Moreau instinctively tucked a lock of hair behind her ear in an attempt to calm half the tension. They were already so close. Maybe one or two steps away. The woman's sharp expression evoked horrible things in the top of her head. Trying not to stare directly was the right choice. "Where are you going? I see you haven't finished your food yet. Don't bring your habits at home to this place." Moreau's body instantly jerked. An exhale almost resembled something harsh, hanging at the tip of her throat as she and Barbara made eye contact
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