ETHAN"What did you say?" Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion."Polite people usually say 'good evening'.""Can we skip these provocations and get to the part where I tell you to fuck off?" She smiled sarcastically, making it clear that my goal of provoking her had been achieved. The red lipstick on her lips captured my full attention. It made me imagine how they would feel around my cock; that memory was still fresh in my mind. And it was enough to awaken my cock.I took a step towards her, and she stood still, hesitating in the face of my attitude. I stopped in front of her, her breasts just a few inches away from my chest. I noticed how her breathing became heavy."You look beautiful," I said, smiling and staring into her eyes, making her blink in confusion. "I can't wait to rip that dress off you," I whispered. She remained silent, not breaking eye contact as her breathing quickened. Then the doorbell rang. Damn, Anthony."In your dreams," she gritted her teeth before walking away
ETHANShe swallowed hard, taking a deep breath. "I'll check my schedule," she said before nudging my ankle with the tip of her shoe. "But I think I'm free."I felt fury surge within me, causing me to tighten my fingers on her thigh. I wanted to drag her away and show her that was the wrong answer. So I decided to do it with my fingers, but when I got close enough to the fabric of her panties and realized they were wet, she stood up, pulling her dress down."Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom," she said, turning her back to me. I wanted to follow her and show her that she couldn't flirt with another man in front of me, but it was impossible with everyone aware of our involvement. Finding out that she was wet didn't help my state either.We gathered in the living room again after finishing dinner. I couldn't take my eyes off her for a second, feeling like I would explode at any moment as I watched them talking in a corner, away from everyone else. Sophia had gone to sleep, and there
ETHANWhen the car pulled away, she turned to me with anger shining in her eyes. If she thought she had the right to be upset, how should I feel? Anger didn't even come close to what I was feeling."What do you want?" she asked through gritted teeth, crossing her arms over her chest, assuming her usual defensive stance."What do I want?" A nervous laugh escaped my lips. I took a deep breath before approaching her and grabbing her wrist, pulling her towards my car."But what the hell do you think you're doing?" She tried to free herself from my grip, but I didn't allow it, forcing her to keep walking. "Stop! Are you going crazy?""We're going to talk," I said through clenched teeth."We have nothing to talk about.""Oh, yes, we do.""No!"As we approached my car, I opened the back door."Get in," I commanded, staring at her shocked expression. I was completely out of control, driven solely by my anger."No! Let go of me. What do you think you're doing?""Get in!" I demanded."You don't
ELLIE I was the last one to board; the boarding agent almost stopped me, informing me that the final call had been made ten minutes ago. I had to plead with them to let me on the plane, and I might have even been forced to invent a lie, saying that my grandfather was very ill and that this might be my only chance to see him alive. Breathless, I carried my carry-on luggage, searching for my seat. I encountered some familiar faces as I walked down the first-class aisle. Anna waved at me, seated next to Will. I also saw Zara and Jack a little further ahead. When I found my seat, my entire body froze, and I felt my irritation explode. No. No. This can't be. "This must be a joke," I grumbled, catching his attention, trying to ignore how delicious he looked, casually dressed in dark blue jeans and a white shirt with the top buttons undone and that damn rebellious hair, so damn sexy. His eyes moved from the papers in his hand to my face. He seemed only slightly surprised before returning
ELLIE Bastard! I felt my cheeks grow warm, so I turned my face to the other side. I settled into my seat, determined not to utter another word to him until the end of the flight. How could I be attracted to someone like him? So arrogant and ? That was the problem with guys with huge dicks, they felt like they owned the world. My theory was that since they had big dicks, they acted more arrogantly and confidently, and confident men tended to attract me more. So, big dick usually meant arrogant asshole, like Mr. Morgan." Somehow, I managed to survive the flight, and surprisingly, I didn't speak or curse at Mr. Morgan for the rest of the time. Although I sometimes felt his gaze on me or that he wanted to say something to me, he didn't, assuming a surprisingly austere attitude for the rest of the trip. I noticed him distancing himself even more since we disembarked. After a few more hours of driving, we arrived at the country house Zoe had rented in the Burgundy region, near the city o
ELLIE The plan for our first afternoon was to take a full tour of the nearest winery, but before that, we were going to have lunch at the restaurant. Mr. Morgan and I were assigned a room on the second floor, and he followed closely behind me with his things, even offering to help with mine. I told him he didn't need to pretend to be a gentleman. The room's decor was simple, with not much besides the bed, a few old wooden furnishings, a fireplace, and curtains adorning the French windows. We both placed our suitcases on the bed. I didn't feel entirely comfortable rummaging through my suitcase in his presence. His eyes moved to me, catching me staring. "Any problem?" He raised an eyebrow. I shook my head. A smile appeared on his face when he noticed my hesitation. "What are you trying to hide?" "Nothing." "Although I highly doubt that, even if you have a twenty-centimeter pink vibrator in your suitcase, I still wouldn't be surprised, Brown. Or maybe I should be surprised, conside
ELLIEThe music was slow, and I had no idea what I was doing, but I let the blond lead me. He placed both hands on my waist, automatically making me place mine on his shoulders before we started moving slowly."Are you American?" He asked in my language, with a strong French accent, relieving me because I knew no more than five words in French."I'm glad you speak my language," I smiled. "I thought we'd have to use Google Translate or something. Yes, I'm American.""And what brought you to France?" He asked with a smile, genuinely curious."I'm on a vacation trip with my friends. I just realized I don't know your name yet.""Valentin, a pleasure, miss?""Ellie.""It's a pleasure, Ellie.""The pleasure is mine. And I apologize if I end up stepping on your foot, dancing is not my strong suit, especially after drinking so much wine.""If I can keep looking at your face, I won't complain, I promise," he said, making me smile.After a few minutes of conversation, I noticed that besides bei
ELLIEOutside, I dragged him to the side of the property. Leaning against the stone wall, I began to unzip his pants."No," he said, taking hold of my hands. "We can't do this." Was he rejecting me? It made no sense."God! You don't know what you want," I said, trying to escape the prison I had put myself in between his body and the wall, but he held me in place. "Let me go." His hands reached for my face."Oh, Ellie... you have no idea how much I want this," he said, his eyes fixed on mine, looking tormented. "But as much as I desire you in an almost insane way, I can't do this with you drunk, because you'll regret it tomorrow.""I appreciate your concern, but I know exactly what I'm doing. So stop acting like you haven't had as much or more to drink than I have."Okay, part of that was a lie. I didn't know what I was doing or how I would deal with it afterward, and maybe the alcohol was indeed making me throw caution to the wind. But what I did know was that I wanted this.He stared
ELLIE How I wished to say yes. His lips seemed so inviting, so close, almost irresistible. All I wanted was to lean in and kiss him while pulling his hair. And then, to rip off his clothes and feel the warmth and weight of his body on mine. But everything between us was undefined, and sex would only further complicate things. We needed to talk before anything else. "We... we need to talk first," I managed to say. He nodded, his lips curving into a weak smile, a failed attempt to hide his frustration. "Okay, let's do it on your terms," he said, stepping back, allowing me to breathe. "Dinner then?" "How about a run in the park tomorrow morning?" "A run?" "Unless December's cold is too much for a beach girl like you," he teased. "I know what you're trying to do." "What?" he asked, trying to contain a smile. "You're making it a challenge because you know that's how I operate." "So... 7 o'clock?" "You also know I hate waking up early." "Think of it as an attempt to do things
Lisa pinched my arm, and tilted her head towards the tall, muscular guy who had just walked into the bar. “You didn’t go out with Mitchel yesterday? You’re fast.” I arched an eyebrow, teasing. “Five minutes, that’s what I have to say in my defense.” She laughed and I joined her. We were getting drunk in some bar in Manhattan, celebrating the end of classes. Earlier, we took the last test, which will select one of the students in my class, to occupy a position in one of the largest companies in the country, Ryan Enterprises. It is the first time that Ryan offers a program in partnership with our University. Although Columbia has partnered with several other major companies in the market, the position at Ryan offers the opportunity to work directly with the CEO. This would be incredible, not only for the possibility of using this experience to assemble the final work, which we would have to present, but also because I couldn’t imagine a better way to start a career. For me, it repres
"No. Please, let me go," I begged. "You know you're not supposed to be here. Now come on." With ease, he lifted me and put me over his shoulder. I had to use all my strength not to scream or fight. I tried to decide whether to try to escape before he took me to the others. Maybe I'd have a chance against one of them, but certainly not against four. Damn it. He was too big. A confrontation would probably kill me. I shouldn't have come here. Was this the end for me? What would they do to me? As he approached the house, drawing the attention of the three men on the porch, I realized that my only option to try to survive was not to resist and try not to provoke them, hiding any emotion. But I doubted that anything would be left of me when they were done. One of the men, with long black hair, howled with excitement, coming towards us. "What do we have here? Looks like Lyall found something for us," he said with a big smile, while the other two seemed curious. All three were as big as th
ELLIE You know that phase in life where it seems like all your friends are happy and have achieved everything there is to achieve? That was the phase I was going through. It seemed like all my friends had achieved professional success, found the perfect partner, and were getting married or planning to have children. And I was the outlier in this story. At twenty-seven, I'm starting to feel like I'm stuck, even though I'm happy with my work as a scientist and researcher and extremely happy for my friends, I couldn't help feeling unhappy with my love life. It was hard not to feel a little jealous of each couple's story in my large group of friends. Bennett or simply Ben, and Zoe, two cretins who fell in love before they could kill each other, I don't know how they were still alive, maybe because they took out all their anger on each other in sex. Anna, my best friend, and William or Will, former jerk and tattooed nerd, the most handsome and hottest I had ever met. I was still trying
My heart was pounding in my chest, adrenaline coursing through my body as I closed the door behind me. Two minutes. I quickly decided that the best course of action was to use this time to run as fast as I could and try to gain some initial advantage. A second later, I was already entering the dark forest, forcing my legs to move as quickly as I could. Tall trees rose against the night sky, their branches intertwining like giant fingers reaching towards the heavens, forming a high and impenetrable canopy that blocked out the light, causing almost complete darkness. The faint light of the moon cast deep and eerie shadows on the tree roots and surrounding bushes. My senses sharpened, adapting to the environment as I pressed on. The night air was cool and damp, filled with the scent of leaves and wet earth. The sounds of nature echoed around me, composing a chilling melody. I could distinguish the sound of animals moving and the wind rustling and creaking the branches. I tried to focus
I tried to formulate a response, feeling a mixture of apprehension and excitement running through my body, but the words seemed to have vanished from my mind. Lyall's provocation awakened the desire that I had been trying to deny and suppress since our first encounter. Not just because I had just met him, but because I should focus on what was important. I knew it was a bad idea to get involved with any of them."I..." I cleared my throat, trying to clear my mind. Staring at his bare chest didn't help. "Good evening, Lyall," I said, circling him and opening the door, escaping down the hallway with my heart racing.I entered my room, closing the door behind me. I took a deep breath. I couldn't allow the attraction to Lyall to divert me from my objective. Any involvement, even if only physical, could complicate things. However, I couldn't deny that his presence affected me.There's no room for distractions, Morana. Stay on guard, and keep your focus. I stared at the doorknob for a few s
After a long and exhausting trip back that lasted most of the night, I finally arrived home. It was already dawn, and the silence in the house was broken only by the sound of the wind blowing the leaves of the trees around the property. I entered the house and found Verena still awake on the garden balcony. As I approached, the cold air enveloped me."What happened? I thought you wouldn't come back." She was surprised to see me."It's cold, let's go inside, and then I'll tell you." We settled on the living room sofa, and then I told her everything that had happened and how I had been rejected."I'm sorry, Mor. I didn't want you to go through this." She said, seeming guilty, before finally breaking down in tears. "I'm sorry. I know what I did was horrible, but I was desperate.""It's okay." I approached her to hug her. "It's okay. It's not your fault. I understand. You love him." I tried to comfort her."I'm so sorry." She sniffled. "But this is good, right? They don't deserve you, and
ETHAN Hearing her say that made any remaining shreds of control I had vanish. Damn. After all the hell I'd been through in the last few months, and how much I feared I might never have her again, hearing the need and urgency in her voice unleashed a whirlwind of emotions. Something broke. The fear finally fell away. As I rose, I effortlessly tore off her little red panties and grabbed her ass, pulling her off the counter. I could hardly think. That damn red lingerie was driving me insane. In haste, she yanked the apron strap over my head and somehow managed to unfasten it at my back, letting it fall to the floor. Reaching between our bodies, she grabbed my cock. My body quivered with pleasure in response. "Fuck," I growled. She began to move her fingers around me, and I knew that after all this time, I could come just from that. But she needed me. And despite having dreamed of this moment many times over the past months and days, I knew it would be hard to resist and not finish a
ELLIE I was left speechless as a wave of heat spread through my core, rising to the surface, making my skin tingle. Damn. He looked like he'd stepped out of some erotic Christmas fantasy. Maybe a dream. Okay, maybe one of my dreams. My eyes moved down below his waistline again, trying to discern if he was truly completely naked under the apron. I bit my lip. "Happy Christmas," he whispered with a shy, sexy smile, pulling my attention back to his face. His brown eyes gleamed with a wild and sensual fire. A few strands of dark blonde hair were falling onto his forehead, held in place by the chef's hat. His broad, defined shoulders and chest were on display. I blinked a few times, swallowing the saliva that had gathered in my mouth. Sexy as hell. "Do you need an invitation... or would you prefer I toss you over my shoulder and carry you inside?" he asked, arching an eyebrow and crossing his muscular arms over his chest, reminding me of the night I'd knocked on his door, and he threa