âMmmmmmghhhâŠâ Kourtney squirmed underneath the man, dragging his face down to kiss her again. âI want you to touch me. I want to feel you everywhere.â Sebastianâs eyes widened in surprise, and he pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. âEverywhere, huh?â his voice was thick with disbelief and desire.Kourtney shook her head, a fierce determination shining in her gaze. âYes. I want you to claim me. I want to be yours.â Those words were more than enough to send a fresh jolt of raw desire coursing through Sebastianâs veins. This was so out of character for her, but he loved it. âYouâre different," he murmured, "What happened to the woman who always held back?" "I guess she realized life is too short to hide from what she truly wants." Kourtneyâs words hung in the air, heavy with promise as she fluttered her lashes at him. There was a fire in her now, a fierce determination that made his heart race even faster and his grip on her tightened even more.This was everything he had
Kourtney cried out again as the delicious thrills coursed through her veins the moment he startled suckling on her perfect titties.Handling them roughly and biting softly, he moaned into her skin.God, her tits were fucking amazing!He couldnât get enough of them.âYou know my tongue feels so warm against these," he said before dipping his head back to suck and nibble on one tit, his hand reaching up to cup her other breast and squeeze hard."Oh, God," Kourtney panted.Her nails dug into his shoulder blades, scratching lines down his back.She squirmed as Sebastian kept up his assault on her breasts.Soon enough, he pushed her flat down roughly on the desk in front of him.He wanted to savor this moment, to memorize how she looked splayed over on his workspace like this. This vision will forever be the first thing to come to his mind every time he enters his study room from now on.Without a struggle, Kourtney collapsed on it, lying on her back now with random papers flying off or be
âOh!â Kourtney blushed harder, feeling her shyness melt away as they shared this playful banter. His mouth literally had no filter.âI think so too,â she added, recalling the wild moments of their night together.Sebastianâs morning wood was already evident, and she tried her hardest not to let her eyes wander down to the pointy thing peeking from the sheets. It was hard to ignore, thoughâespecially with the way he was looking at her, those horny and lustful eyes she was already getting used to.âYouâre a sight to wake up to, Mrs Woods. I could get used to this,â his voice was rough from sleep, yet it was laced with lust.Gently, he brushed some loose strands of her hair behind her ears, the gesture sending a rush of warmth flood through her body as she met his gaze.Kourtneyâs heart raced at the thought of how easily the man could turn her whole world upside down. She smiled. âYouâre not too bad yourself.ââAah!â he chuckled at her admission, the sound deep and rich.Their little m
At that moment, Grandma Florence entered the living room, her old, frail body shaking slightly. The news had hit her like a ton of bricks, and she clutched her chest as if the weight of the situation was too much to bear. Seriously? When will it all end?âAre you okay, Mum?â Denise Allen rushed to her side in panic. âCall my doctor!â Grandma Florence managed to shrink out the words.They helped her back to her bedroom, where she could lie down and take her medications.Later, as the family regrouped in the living room, the tension thickened.Kourtneyâs aunt, Denise, stormed back in, her face twisted in fury. âThat damn bitch! Who does she think she is, asking that man to take back our land?ââDenise, please!â Matilda Allen, Kourtneyâs second Aunt, interjected. âThis isnât helping. We need to think clearly.â âThink clearly?â Denise scoffed, âThat child has already made her choice to humiliate us all. Itâs despicable!â âLetâs invite her for dinner at her favorite restaurant. We can
Kourtney glanced down at her phone, seeing the screen lighting up with her grandmotherâs name, and her heart sank. The last thing she wanted was another lecture about family loyalty and unity. She took a deep breath and then tucked the phone back into her pocket, trying to shake off the unease that settled over her. Taking hold of the jug, she poured water into Sebastian's glass one last time before settling down to sit beside him.The man watched her with an amused expression, and she could sense his curiosity, but she didnât want to dwell on what her family was trying to do. It was all so exhausting with the back and forth.And as much as she appreciated her grandmother, the thought of her family trying to manipulate her again after everything was irritating. She didnât need a prophet to tell her that Grandma Florence's calling was just another attempt to coax her into giving them back the land they wanted so badly. And still, they hadnât bothered to apologize for how they had t
The Woods Family Villa.The sprawling estate nestled among the prolific hills and lush greenery buzzed with tension. The grand room, adorned with antique furnishings and portraits of ancestors who seemed to watch over the familyâs every move, was where Edwin found himself surrounded by the ever-fuming Grandpa Woods and other members of the family. âCan you believe it? That boy has gone too far this time! Changing the ownership of the San Bora land to his wife? What kind of madness is this?â Grandpa Woodsâ bushy eyebrows knitted together in a frown as he paced the length of the room, his voice echoing with indignation. The other Woods family members exchanged uneasy glances, not daring to speak up at this time. Grandpa Woods was a man well known for his formidable presence with a reputation for his bad temper. The only person who had the guts to always offend him like this was none other than Sebastian, his antagonistic and rebellious grandson.âCan you believe it?â his groggy voice
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue across the villa, Edwin decided to take a stroll in the garden to clear his mind. Damn! He hasnât been himself all day. No, all these days since he met that woman.What was it about her that intrigued him?Why couldn't he shake her from his mind? âEd!â A voice called from behind him, breaking his reverie. It was Clara Woods, his little sister. Her expression was a mix of concern and curiosity. âYouâve been awfully quiet today. Whatâs going on in that head of yours, big bro?ââJust thinking,â he replied, trying to brush it off.âAbout what?â Clara teased, arching an eyebrow. âI saw the way you looked so distracted earlier. Itâs so unlike you. And donât tell me itâs about the whole drama with Seb, 'cause I know you donât give a damn about that!âClara knew her brother almost like she knew the back of her hand. There was something else on Edwinâs mind. Something more...âWait! Donât tell me... youâre falling in love with someon
However, Sebastian sat behind his mahogany desk, barely acknowledging her presence. Instead, he was buried in a stack of papers on his desk, his dark brows furrowed in concentration.Rachael felt a pang of disappointment as he didnât even glance up to greet her.She could feel the embarrassing mix of frustration and sadness swelling in her chest.As usual, he was acting as if she were just another piece of furniture in the room.What would it take for this man to notice her?She swallowed hard, the presence of his two hulking bodyguards hovering in the corner of the room making her feel even more small and vulnerable. She knew they were there to prevent her from getting too close, a reminder of the boundaries he had drawn after their last encounter in his office space.He had made it clear that he didnât want anything personal between them, and that hurt more than she cared to admit.But why is she still...here?âBastian,â she started, her voice smooth and confident as she prepared to
âShut up, Denise,â Grandma Florence finally snapped.The whole living room fell silent, all eyes turning to her.âMum, stop defending her!â Aunt Denise interjected, her tone accusatory. âSheâs the reason weâre in this mess! If she had just listenedâââEnough!â Grandma Florence barked again at her daughter. Her patience was wearing thin.Denise opened her mouth to argue again but was swiftly silenced by her motherâs voice booming through the room once more. âI said shut up. Kourtney is still family!âDenise was very pained.This wasnât the reaction she had been expecting from her mother after seeing the news.Why wasnât everyone in the family celebrating Kourtneyâs downfall like she was?âYouâyou canât be serious, Mum. Kourtney thought she had arrived with that sudden marriage and started treating us like nothing. This is the perfect opportunity to cut her off. Give her a taste of her own medicine!âFlorence shot her daughter a glare sharp enough to silence her. âThis is not the time f
Grandpa Woodsâ commanding presence filled the room.âNot another word from any of you,â he scoffed, lifting his walking stick in the air. âYou minions should be ashamed of yourselves! Kourtney is family now, and I will not have you bullying my young granddaughter-in-law. You ought to be ashamed!âThe women fell silent, their expressions shifting from smug satisfaction to shock.Since when did Thomas Woods become such a softie?Since when did he become so protective of anyone, especially an outsider?It was as if the arrival of Kourtney to the Woods Estate had flipped a switch in him, and suddenly, he was like a mere shadow of his former self.They couldnât recognize the Old Man anymore.How did Kourtney manage to curry his favor in less than 3 days when they had known him for decades but couldn't?The way he fell enchanted with her in such a short time was still so hard to explain...No one saw it coming!Meanwhile, Kourtney's heart warmed at his defense, and she felt a small smile t
Ever since he had heard about his First Loveâs arrival yesterday, Kourtney had barely seen or spent time with her husband. For the first time since she moved in with him, Sebastian had been absent in their bed when she got up.And even in her deep slumber, she knew she didnât feel his warm embrace or presence last night. She was more than certain he hadnât spent the night here.She could feel it in her bones!Just as she was about to lose herself in her spiraling thoughts, she opened the bedroom door and stepped out, only to be met by the sight of two of Sebastianâs bodyguards waiting just outside.âGood morning, Mrs. Woods,â one of them greeted with a polite nod.âUhmm⊠where is he?â The question slipped from her lips before she could stop it.âMr. Woods had something to do at the company, so he left first,â the other bodyguard replied, his expression unreadable.Kourtney felt her heart drop. âHe left me here again to go to the company?â she thought as anger bubbled inside her.She w
Meanwhile, as Sebastian drove away, his mind raced.How could she just show up like that?He felt sick from the memories the woman stirred within him. The nights spent dreaming of what could have been, the love that had once filled his heart, now twisted into something dark and painful.God! She had turned him into a shadow of himself.Why had she returned?Was she here to stir up trouble?Sebastian was a clever man, quick to understand the intentions of others. She has to be here to cause trouble. Nothing more, nothing less.He gripped the steering wheel tightly as he navigated through the congested streets of Melbourne. The evening traffic crawled at a snail's pace, much worse than usual.Soon enough, he got to know there was a recent ghastly accident. A multi-car pileup around the scene had brought the main road to a standstill.Because of this, he was stuck in the traffic jam for hours with a throbbing headache pulsating at his temples.As Sebastian sat there, trapped in his sleek
âFine. Then letâs talk about that person you married... it was just for formalities, wasnât it?â Scarlet probed, her eyes glinting with curiosity.At her words, Sebastian chuckled darkly. âYou think you know everything, donât you?â Scarlet's heart raced as she saw a flicker of something glinting in his eyes the moment when she mentioned that person. He was smiling now! He even laughed!âHeâHe canât possibly have feelings for her,â she thought frantically. âNo! Not after everything we had.âHer eyes narrowed as she assessed him, taking in the wedding band that glinted against his skin.It was as if something suddenly snapped inside her. Consumed by a wave of jealousy, she rushed at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pressing her body against his. She had moved so quickly before his bodyguards could move an inch to stop her. She took them all by surprise.âI need you, Bastian,â she said with desperation.Her breath was warm against his skin. She wanted to feel the heat of
Across town, Sebastian Woods sat in a sleek conference room, surrounded by his British investors. The mood was tense; the meeting had been called unexpectedly. They were supposed to arrive the next day morning, but their flight had changed, and now he had to face them early.It was annoying just sitting there for him. He hated urgent and unplanned business meetings like this, but he just couldnât keep these people waiting. He liked to treat his foreign investors well as they were important to the growth of his company. He had to be there no matter what.But, despite the urgent nature of the meeting, Sebastianâs mind was miles away.âPresident Woods?â one of the investors interrupted, waving a hand in front of him. âAre you with us?ââSorry, yes. Letâs continue,â he replied, shaking his head to clear the fog of distraction.He wanted to focus on work, but his mind kept wandering back to HER.It was funny how he kept glancing at his phone on the table, hoping for a beep, a call, or even
They both turned towards the voice. It was Edwin Woods.âWhatâs it to you? This is not of your business,â Micheal challenged.âIâll tell you what? Itâs every one of my business. Thatâs my awesome sister-in-law,â Edwin said stepping close enough to separate Kourtney from Micheal.âSheâs a grown woman. She can make her own decisions.ââRight. But stay away from her!ââYouâll never stop being Sebastianâs little sidekick, will you?ââBeing a sidekick feels much better than being the incompetent failure that you are,â Edwin scoffed.Kourtney watched as both men went head to head with scornful words flying around. She didnât ask for any of this drama. She only wanted to come here and cry, then probably inhale the fresh scent of blooming roses till she felt satisfied.What was this evening turning into?She could feel the tension crackling in the air between them, like a storm ready to break. It was hard to believe that these two men were cousins who grew up together, yet here they were, gla
Micheal grinned on hearing her positive response. âIâm glad youâre so interested in hearing what I have to say.âKourtney was getting impatient now, âYeah, so what is it?âIn truth, she only wanted to get the conversation over with so he could leave her alone.The man smirked, reveling in the power he held over her. âTrust me. It's a perfect solution that we can both enjoy.âKourtney's instincts screamed at her to be cautious. The way Michael leaned in, his expression shifting to something more intense, made her stomach churn. She didnât want to hear whatever twisted proposal he had in mind, but a part of her was suddenly curious, almost desperate to know what could possibly come next.âWhat exactly do want?â she asked again, her voice tinged with a hint of annoyance as she silently wished he would suggest something that wouldnât make her hiss with contempt.âHmmm. So letâs be real here,â he started, his voice low and steady, almost hypnotic. âBastian is clearly not committed to you.
âMaybe that's why he still refused to let go of their old memories,â Kourtney continued talking to herself.She knew these images would be etched in her mind for a long time, a constant reminder of the love that had existed long before she came into the picture. Tears threatening to spill gathered in her eyes as she squatted down to pick up the photos.But on second thought, she felt a surge of defiance. She decided not to pick them up. Somehow, she wanted Sebastian to know she saw them without having to confront him about it.Did she even have the guts to bring it up?How could she possibly question him about something so personal?The thought sent a shiver down her spine.What would she even say to him? âHey, Sebastian, I found a box of your ex-girlfriend's photos, and Iâm feeling a bit insecure about itâ? That would sound like the ramblings of a jealous, obsessive woman, and she was determined not to be that person.She didnât want to come off as the psychotic wife who couldn't ha