For a second, Alice remained frozen where she was, staring in disbelief as Amber moved her hand away from her own face, the pale skin of her cheek immediately turning red, with even her finger prints clearly outlined through the makeup.
“What...?” was all that Alice managed to expel from her mouth “What are you...?”
"No!" Amber suddenly screamed, so loud that Alice’s eardrums hurt, surely spreading throughout the entire farm “Stop, Alice! Stop! What are you doing?! It’s hurting me…!” her sister continued screaming at the top of her lungs, while running her fingers through her hair, undoing the bun and making it a mess, as if she had just gotten out of a fight “Please, stop!”
“What are you doing...?!” Alice asked again, taking a few steps
Massimo's accusations caused an uproar among the guests, who didn't even bother to try to be discreet while they commented, as excited as a bunch of ants."That's ridiculous, isn't it? Amber wouldn't do that! Kendra raised her right.""Well, it may be a long time ago, but I still remember the tantrums Kendra used to throw when she was a teenager. Lucas was always so embarrassed... Could her youngest daughter have inherited that from her and we only realized it now?" someone replied."That Alice person was always a problem! Kendra was always complaining about her bad behavior when she was a child and then she even got pregnant by God knows who...""Clearly one of the two girls inherited Kendra's bad personality when she was that age. I always knew she wouldn't know how to raise a child!" a old woman said, venomously."Do you really think she would
“Do you want to see the footage of Kendra and Amber being dragged through the mud?”That question made Alice look up in surprise, taking her out of the thoughts she had been immersed in for some time, if not hours. She had exchanged her puffy dress for a simple satin one, her shoes were already off her feet and one of her long pantyhose was bunched up at her calf. But even so Alice stopped what she was doing to watch Massimo push his wheelchair up to where she was sitting, on the edge of the bed.“What did you say?” she blinked, confused.“The cameras at the back entrance recorded Kendra and Amber being swept away by the mud left behind by yesterday’s rains.” Massimo repeated, his expression unreadable, but if Alice tried really hard, she could even tell he was worried “Will seeing this make you feel better?”
It was amazing how Massimo had the same effect on her as a dose of catnip had on a kitten. All it took was a simple kiss, which should have been quick and just proof that she really wanted him, for Alice to completely lose herself in the sensation of his tongue against hers.As had become almost a tradition between them, Massimo pulled her onto his lap, his hands perfectly molding all the way from her thighs to her ass. God, how could that man still have the courage to say that he wouldn't be able to spend a night of love with someone? She was completely crooked in his lap, but she could still feel that part of him growing and stretching, as if it was searching for something.“How can you taste so good?” he growled, when finally neither of them could bear it for so long without breathing “It makes me feel like I've been missing this for a long
“Fuck.” Massimo muttered the moment Alice leaned over him, just a minute after he managed to get comfortable on the bed.Hell, he'd love it if his body could respond according to how he was feeling. Then he would have carried her to the bed in his arms and moved over her, until he wiped from her mind the memories of that faceless man who still seemed to haunt her, even at a moment like that.But, when Alice kissed him like that, full of passion and urgency, her beautiful, huge tits swinging everywhere, Massimo couldn't think of anything other than freeing her from that damn dress that still hid part of her body from him. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so horny, and, if he were being honest, possibly never. That woman ignited something in him that was difficult to explain, but he was sure of one thing. Alice was right to be afraid that this would complicate things between them.Once he got a taste of what it was like to have her as his wife completely, it would be imposs
Massimo's heart was pounding in his ears and his cock, as he watched his wife go down his body, her face still flushed after so many orgasms, her hands caressing his chest all the way, clearly not to tease him, but just because it was who she was. Always affectionate, always willing to take care of him, even if she was the only one who should be taken care of.God help anyone who tried to take her from him, because Massimo would not be merciful.“Jesus…” Alice whimpered the moment her hips were level with his, the head of his cock lightly brushing her pulsing entrance, like a promise of what was to come.Gritting his teeth to try to control himself, he took a moment just to admire the beauty before him. Fuck, not even Massimo himself knew how many times he had imagined Alice naked during those las
There were a few things Alice could do to complicate her situation even further, in the midst of what had officially become a marriage of convenience. However, she had still managed to do the worst of them: sleeping with Massimo.Christ, who was she trying to fool? She was still sleeping with Massimo. It had been a week since he had put a ring on her finger and they had spent an entire sleepless night, until their bodies were aching and their voices were hoarse. But instead of being reasonable and making sure it was over on their wedding night, Alice hadn't come back to her room.Night after night, she found herself drawn to Massimo’s bed like bees to honey. All he had to do was put his hand on her knee under the table during dinner or whispering dirty words in her ear. That same night, she was naked on top of him, allowing him to do all kinds of things to her and loving every second of it. That morning, for example, she had hundreds of things to do, but she still woke up with Massimo’
“And, for mom’s hair, I’m going to use pink glitter!” Millie screamed, making Alice thank the heavens that the jar of glitter in her hand was closed tightly, or the living room carpet would have already turned into a unicorn.“But, your mother’s hair is brown.” Massimo commented, standing firm on his role to serve as a painting easel for Millie’s art, holding the cardboard at her eye level.“She can paint it later to look like my drawing! The new friend I made at school, Emily, said that at her older sister’s birthday party everyone could dye their hair.” She replied absently, as if that explained everything “We all could do that! Do you want me to dye your hair green glitter, Daddy?”That last word always made Alice's heart tighten with m
Alice had been acting strange lately. Maybe that was just Massimo’s mind trying to deceive him, but, every hour, that idea came back to bother him, especially at moments like that.He had just left the room, after a hot sex session with his wife that had made him feel like he was in heaven. However, after they had recovered from their last orgasm and had another one of the casual conversations that made Massimo's day a little better, he could have sworn he heard her start to cry a second before the shower water drowned out the sound. He'd even gone into the bathroom to ask her what was wrong, but she'd just acted like as if nothing had happened and encouraged him to go back to the island of papers he was reviewing before he could officially return to work.But no matter how hard he tried to believe her, Massi
“Look! Here comes our lovely bride!”At the sound of her aunt's cheerful and even slightly emotional voice, Millicent forced a smile, trying to look as light and happy as possible as she walked towards them, as any bride should be. Around her, the engagement party continued exactly as she had left it, flawless with drinks being served to smiling guests and the decor without a single flower petal out of place. Everything was perfect and she could see that everyone there, especially her family, also thought the same.And knowing that almost made her regret what they were about to witness.“You look so beautiful, Millie…” her Aunt Heidi was the first to come over, wrapping her in a warm hug “God, I can hardly believe that soon we will actually see you in a wedding dress and walking into a church...”“You look like you were a little girl just a few hours ago…” Thea, who had been her nanny throughout her childhood, took another tissue from the almost empty box on her lap “And now you are go
Today is officially the last day of publications and, for that, I have a lot to thank all of you for!This was my first story to get an official rating and also my first story to get over 30k (I hope it can reach 50k over time) and I owe it all to you. Thank you so much for commenting, sending gifts, gems and leaving reviews! A part of this story was written by you too, because I wouldn't have been able to get this far without all of your encouragement. I really hope to see you all in my next stories S2 S2 S2Thank you to Shelyn, Lhyn, Sabrina Philemon, Guille C, Rachel, Shantel Osgood and Penny Zagrafidis for always leaving comments. It was always wonderful to wait to read what you thought of the story, as well as all the other amazing people who left a comment.Many thanks to Abc Xyz, Lhyn, Irene Kibanya, Shanna-deen Knight, fizztae45, Arabella, Sarah, Lin Que, Kathrin Kähler, Moonlit tales, Shelyn, tina, Sabrina Philemon, Gabrielle, Blue_Hisbiscus, KayJay, Rachel, essstj, Guille C,
“You look so beautiful, Debbie... Isn't it amazing how that dress makes your hair color pop?” Evangeline hummed, and, even though she struggled, Deborah had her chin held and was forced to look at her own reflection in the mirror before them. “You… You really think so?” she swallowed nervously. “Of course! This will be perfect to shut up all those mean girls who are always talking about how this beautiful red is a mark of the God of Discord. Oh, I would give anything to have hair like that too...” Evangeline sighed, running her fingers through her perfectly straight, snow-white hair. "Do not say that. Your hair is perfect. How could it not be? It is a symbol of the Moon Goddess.” Deborah turned to face her cousin, intertwining their hands “And, don’t worry. I know that before I was always wetting your shoulder with my tears because of this, but... Iron is always saying that my hair is beautiful, so... I have no reason to cry anymore. Whenever he tells me I'm completely perfect...
“Okay, honey. Now… Open your eyes.” Alice asked and, when Millicent opened her eyes and looked at her reflection in the mirror, the smile that appeared on her face made her mother's heart more than happy. “That’s amazing, Mom!” Millie smiled to herself, moving closer to the reflection to observe in more detail the way Alice had painted her eyelids “I’m… I’m pretty, right?” she asked with a shy smile, as her hands nervously twisted the hem of the dark green dress, the same color as her eyes, that she was wearing. “You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, honey.” Alice sniffled, holding her daughter's face, unable to stop the tears from flowing. “Mom, please… Don’t cry again.” her daughter asked, hugging her. "Sorry. It’s just… One day you were my little girl, running around the house wanting to play with your dolls and now… You’re a 16 year old girl, almost as tall as me and getting ready for your first date.” she had to stop once again to stop herself from bursting int
“And this is the role of fibroblasts in the healing process.” Alice spoke on the phone, as she took her pie out of the oven, happy to see that the dough had turned golden and crispy, exactly how her husband liked it “You can read more about this in the Cell Biology book. Any other questions, Lindsey?”“No, Alice.” the freshman sighed on the other end of the line, clearly relieved “You saved my life. And thank you for letting me record our conversation, it will help me a lot to review all of this for the next test. I just hope it’s not as killer as the last one.” she lamented “Mrs. Doherty was right. You are the best monitor we could ask for.” “It’s just my job.” Alice laughed, opening the cabinet doors where the dishes were “Now, if you don't have any more questions, I'll hang up now, okay? And, if any of your friends comment they tried to contact me this weekend and couldn't, can you let them know that I'm busy? And also remind them that my work as a monitor can only take place dur
“I… I’m sorry if your father isn’t a good father.” Millicent said, feeling like it wasn't right to leave him alone there, even though he clearly wanted that "My mother also had very bad parents and they hurt her a lot, until she found out they had lied and were not her real parents…”“I don’t think I’ll be that lucky.” he grumbled, not looking at her.“Well, that's bad, but that's not what I was going to suggest. When I was very little, mommy… I mean, my Mom told me that bad parents make their children wonder what they did wrong to be treated badly. But the real question should be: how can a father or mother be so mean to their own child? Never let the bad words of your family get to you. Just because a person is your family, doesn't mean he or she is right about yoy.” Millicent recited, although the memories of her mother's words were a little blurry, coming from the time when they still lived in that small room in the Dawsey mansion and she didn't even know her father existed.“That
“Okay, class. We are already accommodating your parents in the main auditorium.” Mrs. Keeley, one of the 3rd grade teachers, clapped her hands as she entered the classroom full of children, quickly grabbing the basket full of cookies that was on the table "Everything is ready, so Miss Shepherd will be calling you any moment, okay? Don't forget the chorus of the song and much less the part reserved just for your father. I’m counting on you!” she said, her voice so fast it was almost difficult to understand, as she left the room once again, practically running towards the auditorium where the Father's Day performance would take place. “You shouldn’t have left putting those bows on the brownies at the last possible moment, Poppy!” Cassie grumbled, but still didn't stop applying the glue stick to the glittery paper bows. “It’s not my fault!” Poppy whimpered, desperately trying to glue the bows onto the cellophane of the brownies she was giving her father as a gift “Mom told me she would
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“Elise?” His voice cracked, sounding almost as if all the air had been stolen from his lungs."Are you okay?" she murmured, moving even closer to him to caress his face, her hands feeling as soft as he remembered “Did you have a nightmare? You were talking in your sleep, but I couldn’t understand…”“Elise?! Is it really you?” Micah sat up with a start, but only managed to feel even more confused when he realized he was lying on a bed, in Elise's youthful room, with the same lilac wallpaper and one of the walls covered in sheet music, next to her grand piano. A few meters away from the bed was the balcony, with the glass doors ajar, where he used to sneak into her room after climbing the large empress tree that was right next to it.“Of course it's me…” her eyebrows furrowed more and more “Are you sure you're okay, Micah? I know you spent the whole day helping your father prune the trees in the garden. If you want to go home and get some rest, I don't mind. We can do it another night…”