Moreau looked up when she saw Abihirt towering over her. "On the bed?" she asked. How innocent.
"Yeah." It was a short answer that urged her to crawl onto the bed. Moreau hesitated, but there was no denying that she carried out each of the commands so carefully. Now sprawled on the bed with her attention riveted straight to her stepfather's face and tension rushing across her shoulders. "What do you want, Abi?" Moreau swallowed harshly at Abihirt's tentative actions as the man pulled her legs apart so that she had a slightly downward position with her buttocks touching the edge of the bed; perhaps that the man wanted to kneel exactly facing her core—giving Moreau a great deal of nervous leverage. She was afraid to find out that Abihirt had indeed taken such a position there. Immediately squirmed as the man's fingertips tugged at the zipper of the jeans, then stripped off the tightly wrapped pants for just a moment leaving only the lacy underwear, as tMoreau's bright blue irises immediately stared at the hideous object—probably would have considered it candle, really candle, in order to blend in properly when she began to willingly open her lips and Abihirt inserted the tip of the 'candle'—almost halfway into her oral cavity, leaving a wet trail there. There was satisfaction behind the man's faint grin. Moreau wouldn't try to guess, but perhaps Abihirt would call her a bad girl while being submissive. She was not naughty. Just—often adrenaline—fueled as long as the man was adept at provoking something wild between them. Something so out of bounds and so shocking when he pulled out the candle in her mouth, then Abihirt's hand moved with such purpose, engulfed in the contact of their eyes meeting—tracing each other's glances, then distracted by who knows what kind of demands. How Moreau tried to restrain herself from having the courage to look down. She always dared the full betrayal that said otherwise against
"Where do you want me to take you after this?" Abihirt asked while squeezing Moreau's breasts. There was no telling when the man had slipped one hand underneath the clothes she was wearing, but it was obvious that the candle was intentionally left embedded inside her body. Moreau shook her head faintly. Swallowed harshly for a moment, then said, "I want to meet the crazy rich Sheikhs." She was not wrong to say that. Just thinking realistically that like her mother; she also needed a wealthy man. In Dubai, it would be easy to find walking money, though Moreau admitted to seeing it almost daily over Abihirt's shoulder. Her stepfather growled. "That's not what I asked." The tone of dislike was obvious behind the man's deep, raspy voice. Moreau frowned. She would not understand—indeed, would not understand when she finally realized what should be the most appropriate answer. Wanting Abihirt to take her to the edge of his seat. "Take me to where you l
"Why yesterday you didn't tell me that your period was over?" Abihirt's deep, hoarse voice sounded hoarse. Something Moreau hadn't rolled with for too long. She had almost forgotten about it. It had not been five days and it was already over. Just didn't expect that her stepfather would be thorough enough about this kind of privacy. "Why should I tell you?" It was worth reconsidering that Moreau was in her fertile period. She should remind Abihirt that this would be a big risk. There were no safeguards. No preparation. They got turned on quickly and overnight .... Moreau didn't know whether to feel anxious, even though Abihirt made her swallow a part of the man covered in promising words. "You made me wait a long time on purpose." The accusatory protest behind her stepfather's whisper instinctively gave Moreau the urge to shake her head. She wriggled cautiously. Wanting to break away from Abihirt's cock inside her body, but it left her with a
"Abi ...." Moreau's voice choked. Abihirt's tongue swiped into her core. The man even dipped a finger inside—deliberately moving tentatively there, so that she almost lifted her hips as she responded to every stimulation her mother's husband gave her. It was truly delicious. Moreau detects exactly what it's like to want to escape, like she wants to let something out, but she's afraid of pissing on the man's face. Her palms immediately clenched tightly on any fabric on the bed. Even moved restlessly. Damn, the more she tried to restrain herself... it felt like she would explode even more. Abihirt didn't stop and it overwhelmed Moreau. She made a squeaking sound—almost a sigh, then it all came out. Moreau felt something seeping through. The fabric around her hips was slowly getting wet. She flushed as Abihirt took a little distance with a faint smirk when they made eye contact. "I peed?" Moreau's breath hitched as she asked the question in a nervous ma
Moreau's eyes and the gray irises there were briefly trapped. The gusts of air sounded more brutal—full of release. They had exploded violently. She didn't try to say anything, let there be a moment's pause, then Abihirt immediately hid his face between the recesses of her neck. The warm mouth was only left in contact for so long with the few long strands of hair that clung to it around the shoulder line. "I want to sleep." Moreau didn't just say that. She was tired, like she was sleepy. Perhaps it was because she had waited too long, and while Abihirt was finishing up business with the Sheikh, the man was touching her with some pleasantly intimate scenes. A slight movement was detected when Abihirt shifted. Moreau was transfixed as the man took some distance with both hands pressed on the surface of the bed, like he was thinking about something, then her stepfather's face turned around. "Looks like we need to move to the next room." The deep, husky
"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
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
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 biologica
Moreau's eyes and the gray irises there were briefly trapped. The gusts of air sounded more brutal—full of release. They had exploded violently. She didn't try to say anything, let there be a moment's pause, then Abihirt immediately hid his face between the recesses of her neck. The warm mouth was only left in contact for so long with the few long strands of hair that clung to it around the shoulder line. "I want to sleep." Moreau didn't just say that. She was tired, like she was sleepy. Perhaps it was because she had waited too long, and while Abihirt was finishing up business with the Sheikh, the man was touching her with some pleasantly intimate scenes. A slight movement was detected when Abihirt shifted. Moreau was transfixed as the man took some distance with both hands pressed on the surface of the bed, like he was thinking about something, then her stepfather's face turned around. "Looks like we need to move to the next room." The deep, husky
"Abi ...." Moreau's voice choked. Abihirt's tongue swiped into her core. The man even dipped a finger inside—deliberately moving tentatively there, so that she almost lifted her hips as she responded to every stimulation her mother's husband gave her. It was truly delicious. Moreau detects exactly what it's like to want to escape, like she wants to let something out, but she's afraid of pissing on the man's face. Her palms immediately clenched tightly on any fabric on the bed. Even moved restlessly. Damn, the more she tried to restrain herself... it felt like she would explode even more. Abihirt didn't stop and it overwhelmed Moreau. She made a squeaking sound—almost a sigh, then it all came out. Moreau felt something seeping through. The fabric around her hips was slowly getting wet. She flushed as Abihirt took a little distance with a faint smirk when they made eye contact. "I peed?" Moreau's breath hitched as she asked the question in a nervous ma
"Why yesterday you didn't tell me that your period was over?" Abihirt's deep, hoarse voice sounded hoarse. Something Moreau hadn't rolled with for too long. She had almost forgotten about it. It had not been five days and it was already over. Just didn't expect that her stepfather would be thorough enough about this kind of privacy. "Why should I tell you?" It was worth reconsidering that Moreau was in her fertile period. She should remind Abihirt that this would be a big risk. There were no safeguards. No preparation. They got turned on quickly and overnight .... Moreau didn't know whether to feel anxious, even though Abihirt made her swallow a part of the man covered in promising words. "You made me wait a long time on purpose." The accusatory protest behind her stepfather's whisper instinctively gave Moreau the urge to shake her head. She wriggled cautiously. Wanting to break away from Abihirt's cock inside her body, but it left her with a
"Where do you want me to take you after this?" Abihirt asked while squeezing Moreau's breasts. There was no telling when the man had slipped one hand underneath the clothes she was wearing, but it was obvious that the candle was intentionally left embedded inside her body. Moreau shook her head faintly. Swallowed harshly for a moment, then said, "I want to meet the crazy rich Sheikhs." She was not wrong to say that. Just thinking realistically that like her mother; she also needed a wealthy man. In Dubai, it would be easy to find walking money, though Moreau admitted to seeing it almost daily over Abihirt's shoulder. Her stepfather growled. "That's not what I asked." The tone of dislike was obvious behind the man's deep, raspy voice. Moreau frowned. She would not understand—indeed, would not understand when she finally realized what should be the most appropriate answer. Wanting Abihirt to take her to the edge of his seat. "Take me to where you l
Moreau's bright blue irises immediately stared at the hideous object—probably would have considered it candle, really candle, in order to blend in properly when she began to willingly open her lips and Abihirt inserted the tip of the 'candle'—almost halfway into her oral cavity, leaving a wet trail there. There was satisfaction behind the man's faint grin. Moreau wouldn't try to guess, but perhaps Abihirt would call her a bad girl while being submissive. She was not naughty. Just—often adrenaline—fueled as long as the man was adept at provoking something wild between them. Something so out of bounds and so shocking when he pulled out the candle in her mouth, then Abihirt's hand moved with such purpose, engulfed in the contact of their eyes meeting—tracing each other's glances, then distracted by who knows what kind of demands. How Moreau tried to restrain herself from having the courage to look down. She always dared the full betrayal that said otherwise against
Moreau looked up when she saw Abihirt towering over her. "On the bed?" she asked. How innocent. "Yeah." It was a short answer that urged her to crawl onto the bed. Moreau hesitated, but there was no denying that she carried out each of the commands so carefully. Now sprawled on the bed with her attention riveted straight to her stepfather's face and tension rushing across her shoulders. "What do you want, Abi?" Moreau swallowed harshly at Abihirt's tentative actions as the man pulled her legs apart so that she had a slightly downward position with her buttocks touching the edge of the bed; perhaps that the man wanted to kneel exactly facing her core—giving Moreau a great deal of nervous leverage. She was afraid to find out that Abihirt had indeed taken such a position there. Immediately squirmed as the man's fingertips tugged at the zipper of the jeans, then stripped off the tightly wrapped pants for just a moment leaving only the lacy underwear, as t
"Have you been waiting long?" There was no indication when the hotel room door was opened. Moreau immediately turned her head as her stepfather's voice sounded so close. The man towered over the back. Not far from the foot of the bed, he took a step with a faint shuffle and stopped when their intense eye contact occurred almost without pause. Moreau would not be able to contain the outburst of annoyance from her mind. She snorted in unspoken protest. Abihirt could understand more easily when the man could make sure to forget the information lodged in the top of her head. "Waiting here alone, no cell phone, just pensive. What do you think?" And Moreau still couldn't help herself even though she was sure every detail of her reaction to Abihirt was the epitome of unbreakable courage. However, it was not a surprise when the man decided to remove the remaining inch of distance between them, then knelt down with one hand touching her lap there. "We'll do
The meeting with the Sheikh should have been a long time ago. Moreau waited for hours at the hotel. Not knowing what to do. Just glued to the beautiful view from the wall of the Burj Khalifa building when everything looked so impressive from above. But somehow, Abihirt's busy schedule had taken its toll on her enthusiasm and perhaps it had evaporated almost completely. Moreau repeatedly had to exhale. Sitting without interest while occasionally letting the air from her lips form vapor on the glass before her. The man even left without giving a hint. At the very least, Abihirt could have left a small note while her usual cell phone was out of commission... after being submerged with her body in the lake yesterday afternoon. Although there was no denying that in every detail, Abihirt seemed to have planned from the beginning. Moreau probably couldn't ignore the man's slight concern about some of the hotel's services being complemented by various promising dishes. She finis
"If my mom never finds out I'm going with you, I will." When else would she be taken on a trip like this when Barbara would also be having fun out there? "Your mom won't know." In an instant the overflow at the top of Moreau's head became something pleasant. She almost jumped for joy while touching both of her stepfather's arms as she thought of one thing, but immediately restrained herself and behaved more calmly. "Are we staying at the Burj Khalifa?" The question remained, along with waiting for Abihirt's surprisingly calm answer. "Yeah." The deep, husky voice was almost a mumble. Perhaps it was Moreau's over-excitement that kept her jumping in front of Abihirt. "I can't wait." She smiled widely. Only briefly after remembering about the one most important thing they could not forget. "What about our clothes?" she asked, thinking that they should go home; not be stuck together in this hotel room. It was still quite confusing t