MICHAELListening to her loud thoughts grates on my nerves. I know she's uncertain about me, but all I want is to hear her promise that she'll stay with me, that she won't run away again.Is it really that difficult for her? She doesn't have to promise anything, because I know, whether she stays or leaves, I'll bring her back until she finally decides to trust me.But how can I convince her quickly? After all, I'm known as one of the most notorious playboys in the world."You do realize you've given me hickeys, and now you expect me to wear this?" She holds up the dress I personally selected for her.A sleeveless red dress that will undoubtedly fit her like a glove. I intentionally left those marks, each one bearing my name.Her innocent forest-green eyes locked with mine, disbelief flickered within them, stoking a fiery desire that compelled me to taste her lips again and spend the rest of the night tucked away in bed.Damn, I'm fucking addicted."Just marking my territory," I say, w
NATASHA"Ouch! Ouch! Fuck, baby, it hurts!" Michael complained before I even pressed the cloth to his lips. His grip on my thigh tightened as he insisted on me sitting on his lap while I tended to his wound."Easy," he moaned."Stop being so melodramatic, it's just a small cut," I chided, pushing his forehead away with my middle and forefinger."But it hurts," he whined childishly."You didn't act like this when your dad landed two punches on your handsome face." I held up two fingers. "And now, you're acting like a baby.""Was I supposed to fight back while he was practically grinding my face into the floor?" He asked seriously."Your mom was there," I retorted."I wanted your arms around me."I rolled my eyes when I felt his hands slip underneath the hem of my dress, squeezing gently."Do you understand what I'm saying?" He asked, giving me a sensual stare."Are you really in pain, or you just want to put your hands on me, you pervert?" I threw the towel at his face and stood up."O
MICHAELShe cared for me as one would a child - sweetly, yet with a touch of sternness. I found myself drawn to this dynamic."Does it hurt?" She inquired, her fingers gently tracing the bruise that had blossomed on the side of my lips.Her hand floated up to cradle my face.A wave of drowsiness washed over me as her palm made contact with my skin. Dam this woman, she had a way of making me feel like a pussy, but I like the way she makes me soft. She was slowly becoming my weakness, and I am fully aware of it.I reveled in the attention she showered on me, it was a craving I didn't know I had. The care she extended when I was hurt, the worry etched on her face - it all signaled that she truly cared for me."We should probably get that checked," she suggested, her gaze fixated on my lip.My father still got the strength, but I felt the blows he landed on me last night were more forceful than usual.I had the courage to stand up to my father last night, the pain was a distant sensation
NATASHAI felt a pang of guilt. I hadn't expected Mike to envisage a future where we had a family together, with me as the mother of his child.Was it wrong for me to refuse?I still have so many things to experience, so many unanswered questions.I'm not ready yet.Would he understand my perspective?"Mike?" I called out to him as I dressed in a sheer yellow cardigan over a white tank top and ragged shorts.He was in the living room, on the phone, a frown etched on his face. I couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt.But was I wrong?Mike is like a labyrinth to me. He's difficult to understand, hard to read. Maybe because I don't know him that well.If I'm going to surrender my youthful days for him, the least I could do is to get to know him better, for him to earn my trust. Isn't that the right thing to do?"Mike?" I called him again. This time, he looked up.His frown deepened as his eyes scanned my body, as if he found something wrong with what I'm wearing.I looked down at what
MICHAELI don't know what's going on inside her head, but one thing is for sure: she's confused."What changed?" she asked.After sharing our breakfast in silence, I took us to the top deck where we could see the entire sea.We're in the middle of nowhere, and there's no one around to judge us or set us apart. It's just me, Natasha, and the sea.I wrapped my arms around her as she stood by the railings. "I was kind of mad, but I know I can't keep feeling like that for you," I admitted.My hand played with the ribbon of her dress that sat in the middle of her belly, the most precious part of her body.I pushed her hair to the side and occasionally dropped kisses on her bare neck.Natasha gasped for breath when I licked her skin. I'm igniting the fire deep inside her, wanting to start another wildfire.I don't care if she doesn't want to start a family yet, but what I want is for us to make this day a blessed one.The solemn waves of the ocean serve as our lullaby, and it will be perfec
NATASHAThe surprise on his face is evident as I asked for the shocking request, but he agreed to it."Let me pleasure you first," he said, and who am I to refuse? I wanted this, I want him and only him.I allowed him to touch me, removing my clothes in one swift motion while I helped him take off his top and shorts.He pulled me to sit above him.I could feel his hard rod teasing my wetness. There was no intercourse yet, but he guided my hips to move, to grind against him.The soles of my feet felt numb as my sensitivity ground against his hard muscle."Ahh... that's perfect, baby." He lay there watching me move slowly on top of him. "You're soaking wet for me," he uttered with a satisfied smile on his lips."You're making me," I replied, adding fuel to his already furious fire."Oh, you're motherfucking amazing, Natasha. Do you know that?" He pushed himself up using one hand before grabbing my ass and putting more force into deepening the kiss of our intimate connection.I couldn't
THALIA"Maybe we can find a peaceful resolution, Fred. I could talk to my son and try to convince him."As a woman, I need to stay calm. As a wife, it's my duty to support my husband and lend a hand when he needs it. And as a mother, I must protect my son."You did it your way, and it didn't work." Frederick stood up, pouring himself a full glass of liquor. "Your son violated my daughter. He stained her, he took her dignity!"I looked at Elena, she didn't seem guilty, but I did. All I see in Elena's eyes is her desire for my son.This is all my fault!I shouldn't have encouraged her pursuit of my son. I love my son, and that's why I thought it was a good idea, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this."Rushing into things won't solve anything, Fred," my husband said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Give us more time.""Time? We've waited long enough, Martin. You owe me billions, and your son will pay for it or I'll take over this company and you'll have no say once we vote you o
NATASHAI felt as if I had been working out at the gym for three days straight without any warm-up. My muscles were screaming, my limbs felt like lead, and every inch of me ached.Mike had done exactly what I had asked of him, and I had no regrets.When I awoke, I found myself in his house. I must have collapsed from exhaustion, too worn out to care about anything else. I had no idea how I ended up in his bed.Groaning, I snuggled into the blanket, letting it envelop me in Mike's scent.His warmth still lingered beside me. Where was he?My question was answered when the door opened, revealing Mike in fresh clothes, tiptoeing into the room with a tray of food in his hands.I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.He must have heard me because his eyes immediately met mine, relaxing when he realized I was awake."I thought you were still asleep," he said, making his way over to me. He placed the tray on the bedside table before sitting on the edge of the bed to lean in for a kiss. "I g