She smiled reassuringly, and the way she moved reminded Anna of Genevieve. “The time is right, my dear. Everything your mother prophesied will happen very soon. And then, I will teach you to manifest your power, every time it is necessary.” “What did my mother prophesy? Why didn't she write about it?” “When you come back, Anna. I'll answer all your questions.” “But I need you to understand that I will stay at Adam's mansion until my son is safe with you. Then I'll come back here. I don't know if it's safe for us to live here. I think you should go back to Scotland as soon as Ian is free. I'll meet you there.” “We can't do that!” Suzy said, as if she'd been slapped in the face. “Now that Adam is trying to get closer to his family.... He's my son. I can't just give up on him.” Anna turned to her with an icy gaze. “You can stay, Suzy. I understand that you want the best for your son, and I wouldn't want to abandon my son either.” Anna said quietly. “I can understand tha
“You already had that information, because I told you so myself.” Anna looked at him thoughtfully. “You didn't tell me about your diet, Max.” Max stared at her, turning pale. “What do you know about it?” “When I looked into your eyes, the lilac light... I saw another color, and after you touched me, I saw vice with Helen.” Anna said and closed her eyes. “I can still see it, it was like my memories, I know everything you did to her.” Max looked at her puzzled. “You don't seem upset.” “It's a lot of information, Max. What you did to Helen isn't what bothers me now. We have a bigger concern.” “What are you talking about?” “I understand that I can only see memories if they're connected to someone I know.” “And you knew Helen... That makes sense.” “And... I can see, because I'm Bruma.” Max looked at Anna thoughtfully and put his hand to his head in an involuntary gesture of understanding. Suddenly surprised and angry at what he had brought into the bosom of h
Max stared at her, simulating despair. He was feeling even more pressured, and he knew he couldn't make a decision like that, without being able to sort out his thoughts. It was the life of someone he loved at stake. And he couldn't understand his feelings at that moment. It was an internal conflict. Part of him wanted to get rid of Camille, yes, but another part was roaring for him to do justice to the young woman. Perhaps a deal so that she wouldn't denounce him. But he couldn't think straight, with his feelings diverging like that, and he couldn't let Anna, who showed the same coldness as her father, find out, because the minute she suspected that he wanted to protect Camille, because of some feeling inside him for her, he would break into the house and kill Camille, without a second thought. “What about her family, Anna? E... I feel guilty, because I'm the one who put her in this situation.” “Get her to put on a wedding dress, get one of the men to put on a suit, take a pho
“Why do you say that?” Anna asked, worried about Tayme revealing their father's secret. “She was too strange. She kept whispering in Uncle Adam's ear. They've agreed that she and I will spend the vacations with him every year. “She can't decide that. Don't worry about it. She'll forget later.” “I don't think she'll forget. She said she wants to learn to shoot, too. And she said she has a secret that she'd tell everyone if anyone tried to stop her from visiting Uncle Adam on vacation.” Anna was thoughtful and frightened. Had Tayme inherited the gift from his family? It wasn't natural for a three-year-old to be able to blackmail. She was beyond her time. I could see that this was her fault. Tayme spent a lot of time with her paternal grandmother. And she had blatant Allister traits. She didn't want to, but to save her daughter from slipping into the mud in which her grandfather and uncle lived, she would send her to boarding school. Salen College in Avallon. She knew it e
“I understand your confusion. Camille isn't loved by you, but you need her. I won't let you do to my daughter what you do to her. So, no. Killing Camille is not an option. I've talked to your father about this many times in the past and I've also watched what you've been doing with the girl on the house cameras. I confess that I get turned on and that it was a young woman like that that I needed to live your experience.” “Do you watch the videos?” Maxwell said, sitting down, unsurprised. Henry smiled and sat down opposite him. “Yes. That's why I know you need her. You can't treat Anna like that. And you need to treat someone like that.” “Adam believes that I can control it inside me. But I don't know if I could contain myself with Anna if I didn't have what I needed.” “Maybe he's right, and you really could, but only before you had it with Camille. Now, there's no going back. It's as if you've unleashed a hungry beast that never gets enough.” “That's exactly how I feel. B
Henry got up and went to the office door, giving an order to someone, who Max didn't care who it was, to fetch his guest. It wasn't long before Ryan walked into the office with a sarcastic smile, as if he knew what he was talking about and had expected it. “Your cousin accepted our deal.” Henry went on to say. Maxwell's cousin sat down in the armchair, looking happy now. “I'm happy about that, cousin. Your brother owes us a 'product', and what you're giving us now, I'll consider as compensation. I can't wait to be able to enjoy that young lady.” Max looked thoughtfully at Ryan. “Does my brother know you were planning this?” “Alfa doesn't miss a detail. He's very thorough.” Maxwell nodded. “Don't be inhibited, Ryan. You can start having fun with Camille now. I think it'll be more fun than sitting here debating with your cousin.” Henry said, and Ryan looked at him in surprise. “Can I go over there now? Shouldn't we wait until she's back in the green house?” “You s
Maxwell's cousin looked at that pink pussy, and his desire returned with full force, as if he hadn't orgasmed once before. He went to her and began to lick her clitoris. She squirmed and moaned on the bed, her hands gripping the bars of the bed, as if she were in a sweet torture. Camille got what she wanted, in part. She orgasmed only with his tongue, but she wanted to feel pleasure with penetration. So she got up and pulled him by the hand into the shower room in her bedroom. As soon as they were under the water, she put his penis in her pussy, leaning against the wall so that he could fuck her hard. And so he did, and she achieved her victory for the day. After she orgasmed from the penetration and he continued to bombard her with strong, wild strokes, she knew that he would fall in love with her even sooner than he imagined. She was absolutely certain that she was giving him the best fuck of his life, and he wouldn't want to miss it ever again. He let her go abruptly and
Maxwell went to the kitchen cupboard, and it was full of groceries. He opened the fridge, and there was meat, eggs, milk, and everything she could possibly need. “There's plenty of food in the cupboards, and in the fridge. I don't understand your complaint.” “It was your wife, wasn't it? She had the staff who were serving me taken away.” “Anna is very wise. You have to understand that you're not here to be served, but to serve me.” Max preferred not to say that he was aware that she had sex with his cousin. “You must cook your own food until I arrange for the return of the staff, not for you, but for me. I don't want to kiss someone who smells of food. Now let's go. I want to test some trinkets on you to see if I like them and decide if I'll keep wearing them.” Camille looked at him curiously and, with a debauched tone, stood up, as if this was about to end. She was really trusting that Max's cousin would free her at some point. Camille was startled when she entered the