"Elena's story isn't pretty, Aaron," Carter began, his voice laced with the gravity of the truth. "After her mother died, she was subjected to unspeakable abuse by her father. It was relentless. Gordon would drown his sorrows in alcohol, leaving Elena alone at home, hungry and vulnerable. His rage knew no bounds; he would strike her without provocation, using her as a vessel to release his pent-up anger and grief." Aaron listened in silence, his features etched with a mixture of anguish and disbelief. "To him, Elena was a painful reminder of the wife he had lost, and in his agony, he inflicted upon her the same suffering he endured. Then, things got a little better when he remarried and had another daughter, Kesha. But then, Elena became this odd piece that didn't fit into the family. The child from another marriage. Once again, she was mistreated by her sister and stepmother, and Gordon... he was too busy with his new fucking perfect life to help his own daughter.""Who told you th
It was almost as if the ground had disappeared from beneath Elena's feet. She remembered all the moments she had with Gordon, her troubled childhood, the attacks, the way she lost her mother. But she also remembered what he was after that: a good man.And suddenly, the past stopped being important. All the pain she felt would be buried with Gordon the next morning."I forgive you, daddy" Elena confessed.She walked away from the coffin slowly, hesitating because she thought this would be her last opportunity to say how sorry she was. The people around waited patiently, as everyone knew how difficult the moment was.And as soon as Elena turned around, her eyes found Aaron standing in front of the white tent. He was outside, holding an umbrella to protect himself from the drizzle.The man's eyes were glued to her, trying to understand how sad Elena could be.Aaron looked dapper yet suited to the occasion. With black tailored pants, a button-down shirt in the same color and a dark brown
Elena shivers in my lap. My fingers skate over her breasts. I want it to be slow in a way she can't handle.With my left hand on her breast, I play with it while I capture the other with my mouth. With my thumb I circle her nipple, my right finger mirrors the action on her clitoris. It's perfect synchrony, even more so when she starts to conflict with herself; wanting and not being able to moan.Some people stayed here after the wake, which means the house is partially full. At least the rooms are.I continue to tease the other nipple with my tongue, sucking and pinching. She moans softly, it's all she can do at this point.I twist and pinch the nipple between my thumb and index finger, and pull the other between my lips. Her skin in this area is soft and delicate, it makes me want to spend days like this.My eyes are fixed on her face, but she tilts her head and closes her eyes, trying to absorb all the sensation I give her."Eyes open, my love. I want to see you" I murmur hoarsely.
With a heavy heart, she resumed her work, the rhythmic snips of the shears punctuating the solemn silence. "When my mother passed away, it felt as though a part of me perished with her. The pain was unbearable, knowing I would be left to navigate the world without her by my side. I clung to life only because of the promise I made to her... to care for our family," she rose from her knees, crossing to the opposite side of the garden where the wilted leaves awaited her attention. "She was everything to me. Beautiful, kind, and endlessly loving. I yearned for her presence every day, for the love that only she could bestow upon me."Aaron remained rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed upon her with unwavering empathy."But with Gordon..." Elena's voice wavered, laden with the weight of sorrow. "He was hardly the father figure I needed most of the time. And by the time he attempted to mend his ways, I had already outgrown the need for his guidance. I mean..." she paused, the weight of her wor
For a moment, they stood locked in a silent embrace, the space between them filled with a palpable sense of longing and loss. It was a moment fraught with unspoken words and unfinished conversations."Gordon..." Felicia's voice faltered, the weight of her emotions evident in every syllable."Yes, I know," Kesha responded softly, her tone devoid of judgment, filled instead with a gentle curiosity. "Are you sad? You did leave him."Felicia's heart sank as she struggled to find the right words. "Yes," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Despite abandoning Gordon when he needed me the most, I feel... sad. It was a loss for me too."The heaviness of regret hung in the air as Kesha absorbed her mother's confession."Did you go to the funeral?"The question pierced through the somber silence, pulling Felicia deeper into her own remorse. "No. And you?"Kesha's response came with a tremor, her eyes unable to meet her mother's gaze. "No..." Her voice trailed off, laden with unspoke
"To be fucked?” I do not mince my words before saying it, making my fiancé laugh. Even though it's at my expense, it's a beautiful sound."The car” he clarifies, still clearly amused. His mood swings from one extreme to the other, within seconds."Oh... too” I murmur. Now the mood is soft, because I made him laugh. I intend to reach the end of the day on the same high.Aaron stops the car on the right side of the road. This is what I call "Nothing”. What are we doing here?“We’re here” he announces.Looking around, I only see tall pine trees, and, to my right, a white stone path, which doesn't have enough space for the car to pass. "To where?" earring.“I want to show you something” Aaron squeezes the hand that was already on my thigh."Inside the car?" I murmur lewdly, placing my hand on top of his.Almost instantly, Aaron's eyes darken, which is my thumbs up. “I am horrified, Mrs. RoseFord,” he feigns astonishment."I am sorry to interfere with your holiness" I raise an eyebrow, iro
With a tender smile, they clasped hands, their fingers intertwining in a silent vow of love and solidarity as they turned towards the waiting priest.In that sacred space, surrounded by the warmth of friendship and the tender embrace of family, Aaron and Elena stood united, ready to embark on the journey of a lifetime together. And as they faced the priest, their hearts beating as one, they knew that they were ready to embrace whatever the future held.The priest, clad in the traditional robes of his office, stood before the couple with a serene dignity that seemed to command the very essence of the sacred space. His presence was a testament to the solemnity of the occasion. "Dearly beloved," the priest began, his voice resonating with a gentle authority that filled the air with reverence, "We are gathered here today in the presence of the Almighty, surrounded by the love and support of family and friends, to witness and celebrate the union of two souls, Aaron and Elena, in the holy
Kesha remained silent, her heart heavy with the weight of Damon's words. She knew all too well the depth of his resentment towards her sister, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for the role she had played in his schemes.What would it be like if Kesha was never there?Damon turned to her, his eyes flashing with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "But things are going to change," he declared, his voice low and menacing. "Elena may have won the battle, but the war is far from over. And this time, I won't let anyone stand in my way."As he spoke, Kesha felt a chill run down her spine, a sense of dread settling over her like a suffocating fog. She knew that Damon's thirst for revenge knew no bounds, and she feared what he was capable of in his relentless pursuit of vengeance.But even as fear threatened to consume her, Kesha knew that she couldn't escape the tangled web of deceit and betrayal that Damon had woven around her. She was trapped. And as Damon's sinis