"Tell me what you imagined back then."It was an order, and instantly my body stiffened. "I was upset that you didn't kiss me at the party. I touched my lips, wondering if you didn't want to kiss them."âDemonstrate. Continue.âFrom my lips, my hand trailed down to my breasts, twisting my nipple between my fingers. I let out a soft moan, locking eyes with Marco through the mirror.âDoes Marco not wanna touch these?â My fingers slid down to my waist, rubbing slow, teasing strokes. âI wanted your hands right here.â Then, biting my lip, I let my hand wander lower, fingers brushing over the heat between my legs. Marco let out a deep, guttural groan.âDoes Marco not wanna fuck me here? Doesnât he wanna sink his cock deep inside me?âI could already feel how wet I wasâhad been, since Marco had kissed me in his room. My fingers danced over my clit, the pleasure forcing my eyes shut as my breath hitched.That pissed Marco off.âLook at me, little bitch!âI opened my eyes, watching him move clo
The sound of the curtains opening followed by the blinding light made my eyes flicker. "Rise and shine ...."I groaned, ignoring the voice as I rolled over, turning my back on the light.The bed I was sleeping on swayed gently, indicating that someone was on it. The blanket I had pulled over my body was now slowly unfurling. Someone pulled it until I felt a touch on my bare arm. "You really wanna waste the day off I promised you by just sleeping?""Do you have a bucket list of things to do today?" I asked, not quite clear due to yawning.He laughed lightly. "Yeah... I do," he said, and I was a hundred percent sure he was talking nonsense.I turned back around, facing him. He was staring at me. "So, what's the first thing on the agenda, Mr. 'I-Have-A-Plan'?""Take a bath together. Howâs that for a great idea?" He didn't let me answer and immediately scooped me up off the bed. "Considering you only wake up when Iâm already dressed."I smacked his chest, making him laugh. He carried me t
"Here we are ...." Marco said as he steered the car towards the park. I looked at him from where I was sitting. He looked back at me, a small smile on his lips."What place is this?" I asked, feeling quite curious.Marco's smile seemed to grow more enthusiastic. "It's my favorite place in the whole world. Want to come in?" he asked as he opened my door.I nodded, infected by his enthusiasm."Come on, then." He extended his hand to me, which I gladly took.I stared at him for quite a while, unconsciously showing him a hesitant face."Wonder what's wrong?" he asked.I shrugged my shoulders. "Nothing... it's just that I think the words "your favorite place" and "park" are not something that can be combined."My heart throbbed as he laughed very softly. "Trust me ...."As we walked towards the park, I started to feel my body warm up with excitement. It felt like I was stepping into a different world."Do you like it?" Marco asked, rubbing my hand with his thumb."Yeah... It's very peaceful
I screamed when a black car from the front suddenly changed lanes and blocked our path. Marcoâs arm instinctively shot out in front of my chest, holding me back as he slammed on the brakes.My heart stopped. Everything happened too fastâMarcoâs quick movements, him grabbing something from the glove compartment, slipping it into his waistband.Then he looked at me, his voice low and apologetic.âIâm sorry, darling.ââW-what?â Panic surged through me as Marco unbuckled his seatbelt. âWhere are you going? Marco, whatâwhat are you doing?âTwo men in black suits stepped out of the car that had cut our car off. They walked toward us, and Marco prepared to get out. âIf you want to save me, donât do anything reckless. Get out of here as fast as you can and find my father. Tell him not to pull out the lilies in his garden.âBefore I could even process his words, Marco was already out of the car. He shouted something in a foreign language, and the two men grabbed him instantly. There was no tim
The room felt smaller than usual. I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers laced together, trying to calm the relentless pounding in my chest after my conversation with Thomas. He had assigned guards to watch my every move. I wasnât allowed to leave the house.A knock on the door. Once. Twice. Quick and impatient.I turned my head, but before I could say anything, the door swung open.Brigitte walked in like an unstoppable storm. Her steps were unhurried, but there was something about her presence that made the room feel darker. Her long blonde hair was slightly messy, with bangs partially covering her face. Thick black eyeliner made her eyes look even sharper. Her pale lips curled into a lazy smirk, and her faded band tee hugged her frame, paired with a short skirt and fishnet stockings.âBonjour, chÃĐrie.â Her voice was low, almost teasing. âThomas sent me,â she added, slamming the door shut with one smooth motion. She tossed her worn-out leather jacket over the nearest chair and the
That afternoon, the news I had been waiting for finally arrived. A bodyguard entered my room with a serious expression, delivering the words that made my chest loosen with relief.âMarco has been rescued, Miss. Heâs in the hospital now.âIt felt like a huge weight had finally been lifted off my chest. My heart felt a little lighter, even though there were still so many uncertainties. Brigitte, who had been keeping me company earlier, had left about half an hour ago, probably on her own errands. I wanted to thank her, but it seemed like she preferred to leave without an emotional farewell.The bodyguard looked at me for a moment before offering, âWould you like me to take you to the hospital?âI nodded quickly. âPlease.âMy steps felt lighter as I walked out of the house, as if the burden that had been pressing down on me since this morning had suddenly lessened.Inside the car, I sat in silence, gazing out the window as the city buildings blurred past. The evening air felt a little wa
I stood in front of Thomasâs office door, taking a deep breath before knocking softly.âCome in.âHis deep voice came from inside, and I pushed the door open. I hadnât realized how spacious his office was. Walls lined with bookshelves, a large window overlooking the mansionâs backyard. Thomas sat behind a massive wooden desk, his gaze full of authority as he watched me enter.I clasped my fingers together, trying to gather my courage. âThomas âĶ thank you,â I said, my voice softer than I intended. âI know this might not mean anything to you, but I truly appreciate it. AndâĶ I also want to apologize.âThomas raised an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair. âWhat are you apologizing for, Leandra?âI bit my lip, lowering my head. âFor all of this. If I hadnât been involvedâĶ Marco wouldnât have gotten hurt.âInstead of getting angry, Thomas let out a small chuckle. âSweetheart, this isnât your fault.âI lifted my head, staring at him in doubt.He continued in a calm voice. âIn fact, Iâm prou
âMy parents were murdered in front of me when I was five years old.âI froze. My chest tightened with a deep, restless thrum.âParents?â I asked, confused. Wasnât Thomas his father?He nodded, his fingers slowly unhooking mine from the suitcase handle. âYouâve always wanted to know who I really am, havenât you?âI had already lost the moment I let him take my hand. I always lost when it came to him.Marco pulled me out of the closet, guiding me to the sofa. I didnât resist. I just stared at him. âExplain,â I demanded, though my voice came out weaker than I intended.He leaned back, his gaze unfocused, like he was reaching for something buried deep in his past.Running a hand down his face, he let out a slow breath. âThomas isnât my biological father,â he said at last. âHeâĶ found me after my parents were murdered.âMy eyes widened. I swallowed hard, too afraid to interrupt. His hands were clenched together on his lap, fingers locked so tightly it looked like he was trying to hold himse
âLeandraâĶ.â His voice was hoarse, laced with warning.I didnât need words. I couldnât bring myself to say it out loudâthat even though I couldnât accept everything so easily, I still chose him. Until the end, I would still choose him.So I kissed him again. Deeper, hungrier, more selfishâwas I allowed to be this way?And when his body pressed mine into the couch, I knew there was no running from him. We fell onto the sofa, his weight settling over me, and I didnât care. I wanted to feel the burden he had been carrying alone all this time.Marcoâs hands moved restlessly, his grip on my waist tight. His lips traced along my jaw, down my neck, leaving heated marks that made me squirm beneath him.I tangled my fingers in his hair, my tears still wet on my cheeks as his lips found mine again. His kiss wasnât just a release, but a silent plea, begging me to stay.Without breaking the kiss, Marco lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the bed. We crashed onto the mattress in a mess of limbs
âMy parents were murdered in front of me when I was five years old.âI froze. My chest tightened with a deep, restless thrum.âParents?â I asked, confused. Wasnât Thomas his father?He nodded, his fingers slowly unhooking mine from the suitcase handle. âYouâve always wanted to know who I really am, havenât you?âI had already lost the moment I let him take my hand. I always lost when it came to him.Marco pulled me out of the closet, guiding me to the sofa. I didnât resist. I just stared at him. âExplain,â I demanded, though my voice came out weaker than I intended.He leaned back, his gaze unfocused, like he was reaching for something buried deep in his past.Running a hand down his face, he let out a slow breath. âThomas isnât my biological father,â he said at last. âHeâĶ found me after my parents were murdered.âMy eyes widened. I swallowed hard, too afraid to interrupt. His hands were clenched together on his lap, fingers locked so tightly it looked like he was trying to hold himse
I stood in front of Thomasâs office door, taking a deep breath before knocking softly.âCome in.âHis deep voice came from inside, and I pushed the door open. I hadnât realized how spacious his office was. Walls lined with bookshelves, a large window overlooking the mansionâs backyard. Thomas sat behind a massive wooden desk, his gaze full of authority as he watched me enter.I clasped my fingers together, trying to gather my courage. âThomas âĶ thank you,â I said, my voice softer than I intended. âI know this might not mean anything to you, but I truly appreciate it. AndâĶ I also want to apologize.âThomas raised an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair. âWhat are you apologizing for, Leandra?âI bit my lip, lowering my head. âFor all of this. If I hadnât been involvedâĶ Marco wouldnât have gotten hurt.âInstead of getting angry, Thomas let out a small chuckle. âSweetheart, this isnât your fault.âI lifted my head, staring at him in doubt.He continued in a calm voice. âIn fact, Iâm prou
That afternoon, the news I had been waiting for finally arrived. A bodyguard entered my room with a serious expression, delivering the words that made my chest loosen with relief.âMarco has been rescued, Miss. Heâs in the hospital now.âIt felt like a huge weight had finally been lifted off my chest. My heart felt a little lighter, even though there were still so many uncertainties. Brigitte, who had been keeping me company earlier, had left about half an hour ago, probably on her own errands. I wanted to thank her, but it seemed like she preferred to leave without an emotional farewell.The bodyguard looked at me for a moment before offering, âWould you like me to take you to the hospital?âI nodded quickly. âPlease.âMy steps felt lighter as I walked out of the house, as if the burden that had been pressing down on me since this morning had suddenly lessened.Inside the car, I sat in silence, gazing out the window as the city buildings blurred past. The evening air felt a little wa
The room felt smaller than usual. I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers laced together, trying to calm the relentless pounding in my chest after my conversation with Thomas. He had assigned guards to watch my every move. I wasnât allowed to leave the house.A knock on the door. Once. Twice. Quick and impatient.I turned my head, but before I could say anything, the door swung open.Brigitte walked in like an unstoppable storm. Her steps were unhurried, but there was something about her presence that made the room feel darker. Her long blonde hair was slightly messy, with bangs partially covering her face. Thick black eyeliner made her eyes look even sharper. Her pale lips curled into a lazy smirk, and her faded band tee hugged her frame, paired with a short skirt and fishnet stockings.âBonjour, chÃĐrie.â Her voice was low, almost teasing. âThomas sent me,â she added, slamming the door shut with one smooth motion. She tossed her worn-out leather jacket over the nearest chair and the
I screamed when a black car from the front suddenly changed lanes and blocked our path. Marcoâs arm instinctively shot out in front of my chest, holding me back as he slammed on the brakes.My heart stopped. Everything happened too fastâMarcoâs quick movements, him grabbing something from the glove compartment, slipping it into his waistband.Then he looked at me, his voice low and apologetic.âIâm sorry, darling.ââW-what?â Panic surged through me as Marco unbuckled his seatbelt. âWhere are you going? Marco, whatâwhat are you doing?âTwo men in black suits stepped out of the car that had cut our car off. They walked toward us, and Marco prepared to get out. âIf you want to save me, donât do anything reckless. Get out of here as fast as you can and find my father. Tell him not to pull out the lilies in his garden.âBefore I could even process his words, Marco was already out of the car. He shouted something in a foreign language, and the two men grabbed him instantly. There was no tim
"Here we are ...." Marco said as he steered the car towards the park. I looked at him from where I was sitting. He looked back at me, a small smile on his lips."What place is this?" I asked, feeling quite curious.Marco's smile seemed to grow more enthusiastic. "It's my favorite place in the whole world. Want to come in?" he asked as he opened my door.I nodded, infected by his enthusiasm."Come on, then." He extended his hand to me, which I gladly took.I stared at him for quite a while, unconsciously showing him a hesitant face."Wonder what's wrong?" he asked.I shrugged my shoulders. "Nothing... it's just that I think the words "your favorite place" and "park" are not something that can be combined."My heart throbbed as he laughed very softly. "Trust me ...."As we walked towards the park, I started to feel my body warm up with excitement. It felt like I was stepping into a different world."Do you like it?" Marco asked, rubbing my hand with his thumb."Yeah... It's very peaceful
The sound of the curtains opening followed by the blinding light made my eyes flicker. "Rise and shine ...."I groaned, ignoring the voice as I rolled over, turning my back on the light.The bed I was sleeping on swayed gently, indicating that someone was on it. The blanket I had pulled over my body was now slowly unfurling. Someone pulled it until I felt a touch on my bare arm. "You really wanna waste the day off I promised you by just sleeping?""Do you have a bucket list of things to do today?" I asked, not quite clear due to yawning.He laughed lightly. "Yeah... I do," he said, and I was a hundred percent sure he was talking nonsense.I turned back around, facing him. He was staring at me. "So, what's the first thing on the agenda, Mr. 'I-Have-A-Plan'?""Take a bath together. Howâs that for a great idea?" He didn't let me answer and immediately scooped me up off the bed. "Considering you only wake up when Iâm already dressed."I smacked his chest, making him laugh. He carried me t
"Tell me what you imagined back then."It was an order, and instantly my body stiffened. "I was upset that you didn't kiss me at the party. I touched my lips, wondering if you didn't want to kiss them."âDemonstrate. Continue.âFrom my lips, my hand trailed down to my breasts, twisting my nipple between my fingers. I let out a soft moan, locking eyes with Marco through the mirror.âDoes Marco not wanna touch these?â My fingers slid down to my waist, rubbing slow, teasing strokes. âI wanted your hands right here.â Then, biting my lip, I let my hand wander lower, fingers brushing over the heat between my legs. Marco let out a deep, guttural groan.âDoes Marco not wanna fuck me here? Doesnât he wanna sink his cock deep inside me?âI could already feel how wet I wasâhad been, since Marco had kissed me in his room. My fingers danced over my clit, the pleasure forcing my eyes shut as my breath hitched.That pissed Marco off.âLook at me, little bitch!âI opened my eyes, watching him move clo