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2024-11-14 13:12:02"Do you like it?”
The man asked-now with such a flat face. Moreau nodded vaguely. She still wanted to look at the artwork of Abihirt's sleight of hand. However, the fact she was still holding something in common at the beginning. "You haven't answered me yet. Why do you rarely smile?" She looked up. Moreau had to wait a while for Abihirt to show a demeanor full of boundaries. "Is your smile too expensive? How much is it worth?" She didn't care. She continued, even though it might be the worst prospect when suddenly Abihirt's body bent down and their lips were so close. "You keep asking. Want me to tattoo your mouth too?" Was that a warning? Moreau didn't fucking know. She was not trying to be influenced. Just wanted to find an answer as long as the silence rumbled around. Perhaps it was because she started too late. There was no preparation to welcome the lips that seemed to want to snatch. Wild. Completely free. In fact, her body wRelated chapters
Forbidden Agreements Tricky
Abihirt's cock felt solid and hard. The man was still moving. Giving such a powerful impact. Moreau bit her lower lip in the face of such full force. She could also feel her breasts being thrown in various directions following the movement of their bodies. Abihirt's palm suddenly squeezed them. Adjusting their bodies to slightly touch Moreau's shoulders were resting directly on the man's firm chest. She let out a stifled moan. Abihirt's mouth immediately fell on her shoulder. Giving a bite that felt searing. Moreau could not help herself. She moaned for a moment. Writhing with various delicious sensations. Against common sense, she would completely lose. As if burned out by burning desire and feeling her body about to tremble when one of Abihirt's arms slid down, then the man's fingertips began to play with the line of moist flesh—constantly rubbing against the massive dick. "Abi." Moreau wanted to hiss. Wanted to explode all over. A crazy love-making sensat
Forbidden Agreements Want More
"Why do you have to think about your mother?" The deep, hoarse voice asked. Moreau did not understand why she had to be trapped in such an undesirable situation. It was really painful trying to take back something—it had already been said, and she was helpless to simply end the situation between them. "Because she's my mother." That was it. Hoping there was a prospect of avoiding everything that happened, then ending well. Instead, Abihirt's hand suddenly moved. Deliberately brushing the tip of his forefinger across Moreau's cheekbone-slowly brushing away the scattered hairs. "She went to see Sam. Are you happy to hear that?" Again. Abihirt asked for confirmation. To let her know that Barbara was committing the same dirty betrayal. All of them realized it immediately. "Does this mean you're venting your jealousy on me?" Moreau asked almost wistfully. She stared wide-eyed, but it took a while for Abihirt to say anything. "Not really." In
Forbidden Agreements Barbara
"We just made love, Honey. But you look like you're thinking about something heavy." Samuel at least was sitting back comfortably watching Barbara's every move as she was putting back on the clothes that were scattered on the floor of the hotel room. He himself was fully dressed. It was just waiting for them to have a conversation after their unbridled passion had been quickly vented. The freedom of making love. Passionate sex. Samuel had no doubts about the married woman, who was now staring at him through ragged breaths. "I don't know. I don't feel comfortable. Sometimes I think back to what Froy said." "Froy?" Samuel's eyebrows shot up. There was hardly any talk like this and suddenly Barbara dropped her butt on the edge of the bed. The woman snorted just as roughly, then replied, "Abi's nephew." "Okay. Then what's wrong with your husband's nephew?" A little curiosity did not stop Samuel from touching Barbara's hips there. They were alre
Forbidden Agreements Glorya's Present
"Why do you say that?" asked Barbara in a sanctioned tone. Dislike. Unacceptable. It was an overwhelming combination. "I'm just telling you the truth. Now let me ask you, do you trust Abi?" Still with something true. However, Barbara never wanted the betrayal to be avenged. She did not want to share. She didn't want Abihirt to be with anyone else. Selfish indeed. There would be no contesting the decision once it was in her hands. After who knows how many harsh exhales. Barbara finally added an answer. "I trust him. But, you know, right, that Abi is younger than me? I'm afraid he'll turn away if there's something wrong with me. Moreover, Moreau and I fight a lot. He might think that I'm an immature old woman." Samuel suddenly chuckled. It made Barbara incredulous and glare wide. "Why are you laughing?" She asked the question with a bit of an incredulous tone. Samuel was mocking her for just feeling old? "I'm not laughing at you, Honey. You're stil
Forbidden Agreements Asked Her
This was serious talk indeed. Gloriya's destination had been confirmed. However, all decisions were still in Abihirt's hands. Moreau was sure her mother could not comment more after the series of statements unfolded clearly between them. Gloriya even wept for her son after Froy was arrested at the airport by the police while trying to escape—with the assertion that Abihirt was also there. Witnessing the events of the uprising without attempting to take part prevents shame from becoming something on a graded level. What Moreau didn't agree with was that Gloriya's statement sounded exactly like an accusation about her stepfather; that the man was happy to see his nephew in big trouble. She did not defend Abihirt because they were in an illicit relationship. If Froy hadn't gone beyond the pale, or beyond respect—maybe this wouldn't have happened. Abihirt had been quiet for quite some time, even when Froy came close to exposing their secret. The man had not tried to
Forbidden Agreements The Accusation
"Why would you suddenly think like that?" Again, Moreau asked the question after feeling something was wrong. The strangeness of her mother's thoughts felt so real—she feared that she would be dragged down and helplessly cling to something misguided. "I'm just curious. You didn't say anything when Froy tried to get you to talk. Now I want to hear the story from your point of view, is it true that you and Abi don't have any relationship? Abi really only came to the room for one thing that day?" Moreau didn't know why Barbara's voice sounded accusatory. The woman had created a great noise in her heart, while she had to make a good effort not to leave the wrong impression. "What should I say then? Because there really isn't any relationship between me and Abi. You didn't introduce us from the start, so I had to adapt to it. Besides, it's not important that I get along with him. Abi is just a stepfather and all that matters is that he's your husband." Had t
Forbidden Agreements The Conversation
"You didn't tell me you were going to go and take care of all this until Froy is now in custody at the police station on two reports from you." Barbara didn't want to wait any longer just to say everything that had started bubbling up in her mind after catching up with her husband in their bedroom. Abihirt had just undone the buttons of his shirt one by one, then removed the cloth that clung to his sturdy body in a way that always caught Barbara's attention there. There was something—it seemed different. She frowned when she noticed something that seemed so new, but perhaps it was time to talk about it later. They still had to have a serious discussion. Waiting for Abihirt to say something was almost the thing Barbara wanted to get rid of the most. This time it was a little impatient to watch the man carefully drop his butt on the edge of the bed, so she stomped over to step closer. "I'm talking to you, Abi." There was still no telling when her husband would
Forbidden Agreements Chorrus
"If you add a tattoo of my face on your body, it would be the most expensive art." She inserted a smile at the end. Let her husband think of an answer whether to agree or not, even though it really wasn't something that was said seriously. Just testing the extent to which Abihirt could be talked to. The most patience—draining thing was when the man began to stare straight ahead. "Are you done with your office business?" Then asked, as if there was something to know and she didn't have a clue about what to say. "Yes, of course. What's wrong with you asking like that?" There was a sense of apprehension trying to nestle wildly in Barbara's mind. She wished she could be more calm when going through times like this. Abihirt didn't say much more, other than getting up to walk to the bathroom—almost, but then the man turned half a face and said, "Gloriya came because she asked you to persuade me to withdraw the report?" The topic of their conversation ch
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Forbidden Agreements In the End
"So hard, that you'll forget how to be yourself."Her stepfather's statement was spoken without emotion. However, for some reason Moreau felt there was something odd when the man decided not to say anything against the judgment she gave to someone—supposedly her mother's father-in-law. "What does that mean?" she asked slowly. Perhaps there would be another time. Not now, after feeling inappropriate to talk about something irrelevant. Let Abihirt reveal the answer. "Not all heirs will always inherit everything their parents had. I pioneered." That sounded sarcastic, but Moreau didn't expect Abihirt's statement to be directed at her. There was a note of inheritance from Jeremias Riveri—though up until this point Barbara seemed to have no interest in simply urging her to start an important lesson on the need to cultivate a company. Perhaps there was some purpose in her being preoccupied with the various activities of her figure skating career. Against a body
Forbidden Agreements Wanted to Know
"You closed it down? Wait...who are you? The owner of the mall?"Nor would she be able to hold back any longer. An overreaction that might have amused Abihirt, so much so that there was almost a smile before it was drowned out by a touch on the top of her head. "I am the highest shareholder." Abihirt replied calmly. The man was rich. Moreau understood, but never thought that her stepfather would be willing to sacrifice the most important part of his income just to have some fun; to enjoy the remaining time between them. "How big of a stake do you have to be this influential?" she asked again to make sure something might sound more reasonable. "95%." Damn it, Moreau was stunned for a moment. It wasn't just a share, but there was a trend where Abihirt's position was almost at the line of complete owner of a mall of this size. "You're not afraid of losing your mall profits just because you want to have an affair here?" Not knowing that stat
Forbidden Agreements Chit-Chat
"You often see me and Juan training and also attending tournaments. There seems to be another reason or do you have an interest here, hence the sponsorship of our activities?" she asked with some form of suspicion. Perhaps it was just curiosity. She was sure it must be someone with a particular interest to be able to do all this. "My mother was a figure skater." There was something strange in Abihirt's deep, raspy voice, but Moreau didn't understand where the correlation between something burdensome the man was feeling and what they had in common—meaning... the woman who had given birth to such a handsome man. "Wouldn't it be great if your mom was a figure skating ex. You can bring me to meet her and I can learn more—" "Do you want to meet her in the grave?" Just like that. Moreau was silent for a moment. She really never meant to or at least not to offend Abihirt. The man didn't say it from the start and made the information seem like a surprise.
Forbidden Agreements Skate
"Your skates, Sir...." A servant came to hand over something Abihirt had requested, but his attention was riveted straight on watching Moreau's beautiful form still moving on the ice. The girl was spinning. Moving her legs. Like surfing, but it all looked exactly the same awesome pattern. He remembered how he always played a video of his mother doing something similar. There was almost a resemblance. The only difference was that Moreau knew how to rebel, while there was the desperate variety of a woman who decided to end her life after facing the attitude of a cowardly husband—even as a father... the old bastard was irresponsible. Abihirt did not want to remember all the events that were listed as part of the worst of his life. A moment to turn his attention to the man who was still waiting for an answer. "Just put it down." Just a short order; done immediately, then the man walked backwards. At first there was no intention of just being here. H
Forbidden Agreements Bad to Get Mad
Moreau walked first. Deliberately widening her stride with a steady pace, but that did not deny that Abihirt would stop whatever she was doing. The man's touch on her wrist was a testament, then a tug left her stuck against the wall. "You're angry." Abihirt's deep, raspy voice sounded almost like a whisper, filled with labored breathing when their faces were so close. Moreau swallowed roughly. Wishing she could forget some things, she deliberately turned her face away from looking directly into her stepfather's eyes. There was nothing to talk about for now. It would be useless if they tried to just build something that wasn't. "I know you're angry. Your mother used to act like this too." Abihirt spoke again, but Moreau was a little incredulous that the man would bring Barbara into the conversation. There was no correlation between her, who was trying to seem okay, trying not to explode at any significant time, and her mother who probably had some quirks and
Forbidden Agreements Complicated Feelings
Abihirt seemed to have something to talk about, but they understood the moments where not to make even the slightest noise, though the man's excited breathing was still enough to leave an impression and Moreau did not want to get bogged down for too long. She probably needed to start things off by slightly avoiding anything that would make the situation feel complicated. They didn't deserve to hold hands. Nothing could describe the specifics of how they should behave, other than the full knowledge of something that could hardly be called a date with her mother's husband. How bitter. Moreau almost grinned sarcastically, then she hid her hand between the crack of her tightly clasped legs. Abihirt wouldn't be able to do anything more than insist that they start things without talking first. At the very least, she wanted to know what was holding her stepfather back for so long that he could barely be here. Office work? The business with Froy? Or perhaps Barbara had come to h
Forbidden Agreements Appointment
It had been more than an hour since the movie had started. Moreau had no idea where Abihirt had gone, but the man never arrived at the place they had promised. She had even sent several messages, including the barcode of the movie ticket and none of them could imply the prospect that Abihirt would read it. Perhaps the man had never really intended to, had deliberately left Moreau waiting and ended up sitting almost alone here. It was necessary to underline the existence of the others—the audience who were enjoying the storyline. However, it was not the same as someone having said they would be present, even if they were not. Abihirt had a desire not to give Juan a chance. With irony, it made Moreau feel half annoyed. She had been desperately holding back by not agreeing to Juan's request—when the offer of a movie night was made again, while they knew Abihirt was making her hopes dashed. The man's purpose was uncertain, like a puzzle and Moreau had to swallow forcibly.
Forbidden Agreements With Caroline
"Sorry to trouble you, Caroline." Moreau had an uneasy feeling when she reached the kitchen, only to find that Caroline had finished almost all the work. She only had to wait for the dough that was still being fried in hot oil to cook. It wouldn't take much longer. The golden brown color had already begun to surface. There was also a melt that became a memorable part of the bowl and did not go unnoticed. "This is my duty, Miss. After all, Master asked for it directly. But I didn't see him. Didn't he leave with you earlier on important business?" "Who said that?" asked Moreau instinctively, almost unconsciously raising one high eyebrow while looking at Caroline's distorted face. "Just guessing when he asked me to keep the ballpoint pen he used.” The woman added a nervous smile, between the fear of misspeaking. However, Moreau would understand her. She shook her head vaguely—determined not to leave an odd impression on Caroline. "I just went to my r
Forbidden Agreements Did You?
Engulfed in a rough exhale, Moreau stared into Abihirt's gray eyes while keeping something dangling from the top of her head. Little did she realize that the man's chest was also heaving. This was about the matter and they were dealing with it, so she felt she had the right to ask her stepfather directly. "Did you also do something this rude to my mother?" Not knowing whether it was a fatal mistake or not. Moreau was willing to take the risk. Letting the silence take root for a while was like studying the situation between them, but slowly the man shook his head vaguely; giving Moreau a hint that she was facing the worst prospect. "Then why did you do such a rude thing to me?" she asked, almost bitterly. Still about the forbidden agreement. Perhaps this was the space where she should learn irony. "Don't you want it too?" Abihirt's deep, raspy voice sounded like he was making sure. Moreau blinked briefly. What could be said? There were serious repercussio
