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WARNING: RATED 18+ELENA'S POV He walked lustfully to me and unbuttoned his shirt revealing his broad chest tattoo with a cross. He looks super hot, I drooled over him. His body is so perfect with his broad and muscular chest. I breathed heavily, Jason grabbed my head closer and placed a deep kiss on my lips and my neck.I watch the dress inch up my legs with every pull of his hand, baring more and more of me. The sight makes me giddy. It’s the only excuse for what slips out in response. “Should I call you Daddy, then?” He goes still. Just like that, he releases my dress and the fabric falls back to cover most of my thighs. Disappointment sours my stomach, but he’s not moving back. He skates his hand up my side barely brushing the curve of my breast before he grips my chin just tightly enough to hurt. “Is that what you want, Elena?” He presses two fingers to my bottom lip and I open for him. “You want to call me Daddy while I do filthy things to you that you’ve only fantasized abou
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Rated 18+ I turn around to find he’s spread his legs a little and has his hand palm up on his thigh. His fingers are still wet with my desire, and that might embarrass me if I had room for thought. Jason nods at his fingers. “Straddle my thigh. Right here.”Understanding dawns, bringing with it another wave of need. I have to grip his shoulders as I obey, and I come down lightly against his palm. He rewards me be pushing his fingers into me again. This time, I can’t help whimpering.“Take what you need, sweetie.” He grips my hip with his free hand and urges me to rock against his palm. “Ride my hand.”I shiver. “Your hand isn’t what I want.”“My hand is all you get right now. You have to earn my cock.” He smiles, slow and arrogant. “ I’ll get inside you when I’m good and ready, and not a moment before.” His voice goes hard. “Ride my hand, sweetie” He leans in, his voice low and sinful. “Show your Daddy how prettily you come.”Calling him that is downright wicked. “Okay,” I breathe. A
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Elena's POVSun rays penetrated into my eyes directly, I felt my head ache alot. I was in the hotel room -with Jason! That was when I remembered what happened last night between me and that handsome stranger. His presence was comforting and unfamiliar. I got down from the bed and saw him standing on the mirror and wearing his shirts and pants. Look away immediately. He noticed my uneasiness and walked to me. “You enjoyed it last night, you saw everything…you don't have to look away now.” He said. My throat hitched and I swallowed hard. How did this happen? Jason stirred. His voice, flirtatious as he draw closer to my ear, broke the silence. “Morning,” he murmured, he peeked my cheeks which send cold shivers down my spine. “Morning,” I replied softly, my mind still racing. What does this mean now? He grabbed my waist, running a hand through his dark curls. “Need a ride home?” he asked casually, his blue eyes locking onto mine. I blinked, caught off guard by how nonchalant he so
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Jason's POVThe office was quiet, with only the soft hum of the air conditioning filling the silence. I leaned back in my chair, absently drumming my fingers on the polished desk, when Frederick walked in, his expression calm and composed as usual. He held a document—a signed contract, the one Elena had finally approved."Boss, she signed it. You just need to validate it with your signature," Frederick said, placing the papers on my desk. His eyes lingered a moment, curious yet professional.I glanced down at the contract, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and guilt. I had pushed Elena toward this, and now that it was real, a weight settled in my chest. "Thank you, Frederick," I replied, picking up the pen, but before he could leave, something made me stop him."Fred…," I hesitated, clearing my throat, feeling a rare moment of vulnerability. "Have you ever been in a relationship?" I asked, trying to sound casual.Frederick’s brow lifted in mild surprise, and a faint smile tugged
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Elena’s POVMy hands felt numb, trembling as I sank into the cold, hard chair outside the ICU. The sterile, white walls pressed in on me, and every sterile beep and whirr from the machines inside only added weight to my chest. If it hadn’t been for Lucas… I’d be the one in there, lying broken and battered. Someone had targeted me, but why? And who could be behind it?Tears blurred my vision, spilling over as I buried my face in Jason’s shoulder. I clutched him tightly, desperate to ground myself as I sobbed. He gently rubbed my back, murmuring, “It’s going to be okay, Elena. You’ll be okay. I’m here.”But nothing felt okay. Not when I was responsible for this. Lucas was fighting for his life in there because of me.The doors to the ICU burst open, and Mrs. Brown rushed in, her eyes red and frantic. Her gaze landed on me, and anger darkened her face as she stormed over, her voice trembling with fury. “You… you did this to him! My son is lying in there, broken, because of you!”I raised
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Elena's POVAs I stepped into the ICU, the sterile air thick with the scent of antiseptic, my heart twisted at the sight of Lucas lying still, fragile against the white sheets. His once-vibrant features seemed drained, yet his eyes—pale but intensely focused—found mine the moment I entered.“Elena,” he murmured, his voice raspy but warm. The hint of a smile touched his lips, though it couldn’t mask the pain he was in.“Lucas…” I swallowed hard, fighting the lump forming in my throat. “How are you feeling?”He let out a slow breath. “Better, now that you’re here. Just seeing you…” His words trailed off as his gaze drifted over my face, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. “I’m glad you’re okay.”A wave of frustration and guilt surged through me. “Why, Lucas? Why would you risk your life for me?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper. “You didn’t have to do that. You don't have to save me again.”He held my gaze, his eyes hardening. “Save you again? Because…” He hesitat
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