Ezekiel's and my gazes remained locked, a silent intensity passing between us. My hands instinctively covered my chest and lower body, trying to shield myself from his eyes, though deep down, I wanted him to see me. My bosom rose and fell heavily, betraying my nervous excitement.He sat between my legs, his expression unreadable but undeniably captivated. I felt both embarrassed and exhilarated under his gaze.To tease him—or maybe to tempt myself—I shifted, covering my chest with one hand and letting the other linger lower. His eyes darkened slightly as they followed my movements.He reached out, his touch gentle as his hand cupped my cheek.“Do you really need to do that?”His voice was soft but firm, coaxing me to drop my barriers.I bit my lower lip, hesitating before nodding slightly, my body betraying the shyness I felt under his scrutinizing gaze.“Don’t,” he whispered, his voice soft yet commanding. His hand slowly traced my trembling arms, easing them away from my body. The d
“Ezekiel…” I moaned his name loudly, unable to hold back. His pace was fast and deep, each thrust filling me completely. Before I could register what was happening, he flipped me over and took the lead. It all happened so quickly, leaving me breathless. The intensity was overwhelming—tightening, squeezing, and a slippery heat filled my core.His movements were rougher than usual, deeper, more demanding. His hands cupped my breasts firmly, the warmth of his palms sending sparks through my body. It was bliss. Pure bliss.“Ah…” A deep, satisfied groan escaped him as he buried his face in my neck. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close, my body trembling with satisfaction. My breath was heavy, my heart pounding. A small embarrassed thought crossed my mind—I think I might have peed a little.I bit my lower lip, my fingers running through his hair as I traced slow, calming lines across his scalp. His warmth surrounded me, his presence grounding me.“I cum inside you, Isabella,” he
I wrapped my arms around Ezekiel’s neck, pulling him closer until our faces were just inches apart.“I would love to do it again,” I whispered, my lips brushing his ear as I spoke.“But aren’t you hungry?” Ezekiel murmured back, his voice low and teasing as his lips grazed my ear. The warmth of his breath sent a shiver through me. I sighed, my body reacting to his closeness.“Yes,” I admitted, biting my lip.Ezekiel smiled, his eyes dancing with amusement before he stepped away. He opened the fridge, the cool air escaping as he rummaged through it.I sat on the table, my legs swinging lightly as I watched him. The sight of him, so relaxed and comfortable, made my chest swell with something warm. He finally pulled out a perfectly grilled chicken and set it on the table.I slid off the table and stepped behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. Pressing my body against his back, I whispered, “I want you.”Ezekiel froze for a moment, then took a deep breath. He didn’t turn immediate
Ezekiel's POV.I woke early, the faint light of dawn spilling into the room. Isabella was nestled in my arms, her head resting against my chest. A sleepy smile tugged at my lips as I ran my fingers gently through her hair.Isabella, I thought, why are you so tempting?My fingertips brushed her soft lips, and I felt the familiar stir of desire rise within me. I clenched my teeth, trying to push it down, but the urge to kiss her was overwhelming. She had a way of pulling me in, and no matter how much I tried to resist, I always ended up surrendering to her.I sighed quietly, my gaze lingering on her peaceful face. Falling for Isabella had been unexpected, but it was happening, whether I wanted it to or not. She had a hold on me that I couldn’t deny.But then, like a sharp slap, reality hit.Kathrine.The name hung in my mind like a storm cloud.Kathrine had walked away, leaving me in the chaos of my emotions. And now, here I was—wrapped up in something far more complicated. I’d messed u
Isabella's POV.I walked toward Mom, trying to keep my expression neutral.“Surprise!” she said brightly, her arms outstretched. I forced a small smile and let her hug me tightly. Inside, however, my emotions were in turmoil.“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” Mom added, her voice warm and full of affection.“Thank you,” I murmured softly, keeping my tone steady.I could feel Ezekiel’s gaze on me like a weight, but I didn’t dare meet his eyes. I wasn’t sure if I’d find guilt or resolve myself there—and I wasn’t ready to confront him either.As Mom pulled away from the hug, she cupped my face in her hands. “How could I be far from you, love? It’s your birthday. I had to come back, no matter what,” she said, her tone brimming with love.I nodded, forcing myself to match her enthusiasm.“You should take a rest, Mom,” I said, stepping aside slightly, trying to regain some control of the situation.“Mr. Ezekiel and I will cook something for you.”The moment I said Mr. Ezekiel, his brows furrowe
I took a deep breath and forced myself to stay composed.“Oh!” I exclaimed with a light laugh, masking the turmoil within.“I didn’t notice.”Ezekiel’s gaze didn’t waver, but I brushed it off, continuing in an even tone, “I thought you and Mom were spending some quality time together, so I figured I’d keep myself busy until you two came back.”I turned to face him fully, folding my arms across my chest. My eyes deliberately traveled to his lips, which still carried a faint redness.“Wow,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “It seems your lips love being red.” My tone was teasing, but deep down, the sight of those lips made my chest ache.Ezekiel’s jaw tightened slightly, and his brows furrowed.“Isabella,” he started, his voice softer now.“What?” I interrupted lightly, forcing a smile.I turned back to the counter, picking up a piece of the apple I’d sliced.“Don’t you have anything to say?” Ezekiel’s voice was firm, almost demanding, pulling me out of my thoughts.I glanced at him, feignin
We sat at the dining table for breakfast, the tension thick enough to slice with a knife. Mom took a spoonful of the fruit custard and hummed in delight, her voice dripping with satisfaction.“Umm... I’ve missed your delicious cooking, honey,” she said, directing a smile toward Ezekiel.He didn’t respond. His gaze, however, lingered on me.I smiled faintly at him, trying to mask the storm brewing inside me, but his face remained stern. Feeling the weight of his gaze, I deliberately shifted my attention to Mom and asked, “So, how was your trip, Mom?”The question hit its mark. Mom froze, her spoon hovering midair, as though she hadn’t expected me to bring it up. I could see the discomfort flash across her face.“I—Isabella!” she snapped, her tone sharp and defensive. “I didn’t go on a trip.”She recovered quickly, but her annoyance betrayed her. “I’ve had tons of work to handle. You know that.”I let out a soft laugh, playing it off casually. “Mom, I was just asking. Why are you so
It was around 8 o'clock, and Ezekiel still hadn’t returned home. I couldn’t focus anymore. Closing the book, I glanced at the main door, hoping to hear the sound of it opening.Mom was in her room, and my frustration gnawed at me. With a heavy sigh, I placed the novel on the table and decided to check on her.I climbed the stairs and approached her room. The door was ajar, and I pushed it open gently.She was sitting on the bed, wearing her glasses and holding a book in her hand. Her posture was calm, too calm, as if she didn’t have a care in the world.Hearing the creak of the door, Mom looked up from the book.“Isabella!”I leaned against the door-frame, crossing my arms. “What are you doing?”She raised her brows briefly before returning her gaze to the book. “Just spending my time,” she replied, her tone indifferent.A deep sigh escaped my lips. “Your boyfriend hasn’t returned. Can’t you see?” I asked, my words laced with an edge I couldn’t hide.Still looking at the book, she ans
Ezekiel gently pushed a pinch on my buds, triggering them to rise. I moaned, since I was very wet down there. With my eyes closed, I bit my bottom lip.My movements mirrored those of a fish that needs water to breathe. I put my legs around his waist."Open your eyes!""Look at me, Isabella!"Ezekiel's words were whispered into my ears.I opened my eyes and met his stare.Damn! I could do fingering while staring at him. I am too envious; how could my mother always find the best, I wondered, tugging my bottom lip.I smiled at him and heaved a sigh of pleasure.Locking my gaze on him was another stage of intimacy. Ezekiel, however, abruptly grasped my breast in his hand.Closing my eyes, I arched my back.My bosoms were nestled in his hands.He pressed slowly and began massaging slowly. I cracked my lips in pleasure."Yes!"He was very sluggish and took his time caressing my bosom."Ezekiel, yes!" He was softly kneading my bosom with his palms.Why, he was quite skilled at it.Ezekiel’
Ezekiel led me into the luxurious hotel suite, and I immediately plopped onto the plush bed, my eyes scanning the extravagant room. The soft lighting highlighted the elegant decor, and the faint scent of fresh flowers lingered in the air.“It’s good,” I murmured, still taking it all in.Ezekiel turned the lock behind him, the soft click grounding the otherwise quiet room. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top of his shirt, his usual composed demeanor slightly relaxed.I glanced at him with a playful smile, unable to hide my amusement.“I arranged everything according to your taste,” Ezekiel said as he stopped at the edge of the bed, his voice low but warm."Aw... that’s sweet of you,” I replied, tugging at his tie to pull him closer. His face was just inches from mine now.“How was the meeting?” I asked, trying to ease him into conversation.Ezekiel sighed deeply, sinking down beside me. “It was okay,” he said, his tone neutral.“Did you find anything?”“Still under investigation
Kathrine paced her room, the phone pressed tightly against her ear. Her voice was sharp and unrestrained as she snapped, "Why did you need to tell her that we were together?"Robert’s voice came through the receiver, equally heated.“I told you I didn’t! Why would I?”"It’s been a week, Kathrine. Isabella and I haven’t spoken.”Kathrine’s frustration simmered. She could feel the anger bubbling in her chest.“Robert, I’m telling you—take her with you. Just… take her.”Robert chuckled, but there was no warmth in it.“Kathrine, I don’t mind. Isabella can live with me for as long as she wants. I’m not selfish like you.”Kathrine froze, her breath catching.“Selfish?” she repeated, the word cutting deep.“Like really?”The sharpness in her voice pierced through the tension.“How dare you?”Robert sighed, a weary sound that only fueled her anger.“At least I’m not like you. Dating someone younger just for their money.”Kathrine’s grip on the phone tightened, the insult stinging more than sh
Ezekiel’s question hit me like a lightning bolt.“Why do you always tell me not to say anything to your mom?” he asked, his voice calm yet probing.I froze, my body stiffening. The truth was heavy, and it sat at the edge of my lips, daring me to speak it. I had known everything from the beginning—about her lies, her manipulation—but what would happen if I admitted it all now?The thought of losing Ezekiel struck a deep chord within me. I had started this as a game, a twisted revenge against my mom, but along the way, my feelings for him had grown into something real.No!I couldn’t let him slip away. I couldn’t lose him now.Taking a deep breath, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. The world seemed to stop as I let my emotions pour into the kiss. His hesitation melted, and soon, he was holding me tightly, his grip firm yet electrifying.I parted his lips with my tongue, deepening the kiss as the intensity built. For a moment, everything else disappeared—my mom, her schem
I raised my gaze, feigning innocence as though I hadn’t intentionally exposed her.“Yes!” I said simply, leaning back in my chair as I spoke.Mom pressed her lips together tightly, taking a sharp breath before responding, “Isabella, that’s not true.”I shrugged as casually as ever.“Mom, I’m not lying. Dad called me this morning, and he said you guys had fun together. So, I’m just asking—do you think there’s a chance you two might get back together?”I tilted my head, my voice dripping with false curiosity, while Mom’s angry glare burned into me.Before she could respond, Ezekiel interrupted, his voice calm but firm.“Did you two go?”The question clearly rattled her. Mom looked at him nervously, her composure faltering.“No... no. There must be a misunderstanding,” she stammered, her words coming out hurriedly.I glanced at Ezekiel, but he remained composed, almost indifferent. He didn’t react at all, his face unreadable.That threw me off for a moment.Was I really the one who’d ove
Ezekiel narrowed his eyes, trying to explain himself.“Isabella, it’s not like that.”He moved closer and sat beside me.“Then why didn’t you tell her?” I shot back, my tone dripping with annoyance.Ezekiel reached out, holding my shoulders firmly.“Isabella, listen to me. It’s not what you think. It was you who told me not to say anything in the first place. And when Kathrine said all that… when she was so vulnerable, I just couldn’t. I couldn’t hurt her like that.”I stared at him, my breath shallow. His voice softened, almost pleading.“She’s done so much for me, Isabella. It’s true. She’s been there when I had no one else. She supported me mentally when I was at my lowest.”I arched my brow, my chest tightening. His words didn’t sit well with me. He was defending her—her.“Then why me?” I asked quietly, my voice trembling. I didn’t even know where the words came from, but the rawness in my chest was undeniable. It wasn’t just anger. It was something deeper—something that made me f
Kathrine was holding Ezekiel firmly as her face remained stoned, but there was a shinning of calculation visible in her eyes.Her intentions were obvious. She knew how to plant, planting seeds of guilt in Ezekiel, tying him close to her.Ezekiel’s hand lay on her shoulder, his mind churning with conflicted thoughts. His face was shadowed with tension as the toll of his choices bore down on him. He had no clear way ahead, no words to unravel the knot of feelings twisting into the knot in his chest.Kathrine’s voice cut through the silence.“Let’s talk all night long, Ezekiel.”His expression remained steady, but his mind was racing. After a pause, he nodded. It was no longer an option to say no.Not with Kathrine, she was watching him back so closely, her vulnerability a double-edged sword.Kathrine smiled gently, though underneath her sweet expression was the cleft of a victorious smirk.They moved toward the bedroom, the night falling like a heavy curtain over the house.Lying side b
Ezekiel’s brows furrowed slightly, sensing the tension, but he didn’t press further.“Is everything okay?” he asked, his voice calm but inquisitive.I smiled, trying to downplay the moment, but before I could answer, Mom spoke up, breaking the ice with her usual charm.“Yes, honey. What would happen?” she said smoothly, walking toward him. She took the ice cream from his hands with an easy grace.“Let’s eat.”Ezekiel’s gaze shifted to me, as if seeking confirmation.“Are you not coming?” he asked.Mom turned back to glance at me, her expression sharp but composed.Without hesitation, and certainly without fear, I replied, “Maybe later.”My voice was steady as I added, “In my room.”Ezekiel and I locked gazes, and the unspoken words between us hung heavy in the air. A small, knowing smile tugged at the corners of my lips, and I could see a flicker of understanding in his eyes. He knew exactly what I meant.But before the moment could stretch any longer, Mom interrupted, her voice comma
"Did you sleep with him?" Mom shouted, her voice echoing through the kitchen. Before I could respond, she shoved me hard against the counter.Pain shot through my elbow as it struck the marble edge. I winced, clutching it instinctively, but her fury only grew.She grabbed my neck, her fingers digging in as she forced my face against the cold surface of the counter.“This is all my fault,” she hissed through clenched teeth."I should have thought about your nature."“How could you be good when your DNA is the worst of the worst?”Her words stung, but her next ones cut deeper.“Just like your father,” she spat.“Always chasing after something, always trying to create a harem of his own!”The rage in her voice was like a tidal wave, and I could feel her breath against my ear as she leaned in closer.“I should gouge your eyes out for this,” she growled.Her grip tightened, and my chest constricted. My vision blurred as I gasped for air.It was too much. My instincts kicked in, and I shove