DAMIENHer pussy tasted better than I imagined it would. She was soft, warm, and sweet. Everything I’d hoped she would be. I fucking loved it, but the wait was killing me now. I was trying hard to stay patient and rein in my impulses, but she made me want to lose every single ounce of control. I wanted to get lost inside her—so lost that I didn’t have to find my way back.“Unzip my pants,” I demanded.Never had I been so impatient. I’d had plenty of women in my life, all of them desperate and ready to please me, but none of them were like Anna, my young beautiful wife. She was ready to satisfy me but still had her virginity. Her innocence was going to be mine soon.All mine.Grabbing at my belt, she pulled it off and then unbuttoned my pants. The zipper was slow to come down. Fucking torture.“You came hard for me,” I murmured, running my fingers through her hair. “Was it everything you imagined?”“Yes,” she sighed.I grabbed her hair, tugging on it lightly. “Pull my briefs down too.”
It was about to happen.The moment we’d both been waiting for. Damien had already come, but somehow, he was still hard. He fisted his semi-stiff cock and stroked it in my face for a short while before ordering me to get back on the bed.I stood and turned around to climb on top of it.“Lie back and get comfortable.”I did my best, but none of this was really comfortable for me. It was all so new. I couldn’t believe this was really happening. Really, really happening.My biggest fear was that it would hurt. I looked at the size of him and knew it would be painful, but Lola had told me it only hurt in the beginning. Maybe for like two or three minutes. She said after that, it got better. I hoped she was telling the truth. I hoped I’d love sex, too.The candles flickered, the gold glow enhancing the dips and curves of his sculpted body. Cane was completely naked, and he looked absolutely delicious. I wanted to lick him from head to toe, trace his tattoos with my tongue and then take his
DAMIENI pressed my thumb on her clit, thrusting in and filling her up inch by inch. She moaned even louder, crying my name.Her pussy clenched around my cock, and I was one-hundred percent sure that she was going to wring me dry.“Shit.” I leaned forward and sucked one of her brown nipples into my mouth before releasing it. “Fuck, you feel so good. So damn good.” My teeth grazed over her nipple, eyes darting up to find hers. Hers were squeezed shut, her breaths unsteady. “This is what you wanted, right?”“Yes,” she groaned.“You wanted me to fuck you like this? Take what’s always been mine?”“Yes!” she criedShe opened her eyes, and they begged me for something. I wasn’t sure if they were begging me to make her come, or begging me to come inside her. Whatever it was, it riled me up and made my blood boil. I lost all control when her big, brown eyes hooked me.I groaned, slamming my hips forward a little too roughly. She cried out, and I thought I’d hurt her, until she said, “Yes, Dam
Epilogue: Forever Begins NowThe sun sets over the Seattle skyline, casting a golden glow over the city that now feels like home in every sense of the word. I stand on the balcony of our penthouse, the gentle evening breeze brushing against my skin. My heart swells with a mixture of peace and gratitude as I watch Damien inside, laughing at something Miss Rosie said. His deep chuckle echoes through the house, a sound I have come to cherish more than anything.This is our life now. A life filled with love, laughter, and a kind of happiness I once thought I would never have.It has been a year since the chaos of Nicholas, betrayal, and uncertainty. A year since I thought I had lost everything, only to realize that love—real love—has a way of finding its path even through the darkest storms.Damien and I started over, not as a contract, not as a forced responsibility, but as two people who chose each other.“Mrs. Donovan,” Alex’s deep voice pulls me from my thoughts. I turn to see him le
ANNA.“Am I speaking with Miss Anna ?” a voice across my phone asked.“Yes. Who am I speaking with, please?“I am Attorney Luis Davis from A and A Law Consult Seattle.” My heart skipped a beat since I had no association with a law firm so I am wondering why the call.“Hello?”“Erm, yeah I am. What’s the issue, please? Have I done anything wrong? I am quite confused that’s all.”“Miss.Anna you have nothing to worry about. I am calling to have an important conversation with you,” he said.“Alright, what’s it about?”I ask, sounding a bit curious now.“Well, Mr Williams Donovan requested that I have a meeting with you to discuss something very important with you. He mentioned that you should visit my office with your father who was his driver for this meeting.”“Okay but can I know what exactly this meeting is about?”, I asked.“ I am sorry Miss Anna this is very confidential information which can not be discussed over the phone and without the presence of your father.”Mr Luis replied war
ANNAAt exactly 10:00 AM, my father and I are seated in the office of Attorney Luis Davis.Although the office is spacious, it is packed with shelves holding law books that run from the length of the walls, from floor to ceiling. The office desk is very luxurious that is well-organized with an iMac and a family photo placed at the center.“Good morning Miss Anna and Mr.Smith.Glad to have you two here and thank you for honouring Mr.William Donovan of the blessed memory request.”Mr.Luis said.“You’re welcome, Mr. Luis. May we get to the reason why we’re all present here as I do not have a lot of time to spare.”My father replied calmly.“Alright let’s get straight to business then. Mr.Williams Donovan instructed me before his untimely death to meet up with you Mr.Smith and your daughter before going ahead to read out his last will.”My father looks as confused as I am but nods to whatever the attorney says. He pulls out a brown envelope and begins to read out what would be the greatest s
DAMIENLosing my father 3 months ago to a cardiac arrest was something I did not see coming. I clearly remember when I had the call from Miss Rosie our cook about my father’s attack while away on a business trip in New York, I stopped everything and headed back to Seattle within a matter of hours. Fortunately, he was still alive although on oxygen at the St.Louis Hospital I had the chance to have a conversation with him not knowing that was the last time.I arrived at the hospital in a rush immediately I landed in Seattle. I went straight to my father’s private hospital room only to find my father hooked on lots of medical equipment. My father looked very pale and weary.“Father”, I said the moment I sat next to him.He gave me a tired smile and said “My boy you came. I thought you wouldn’t be able to come see me because of your business trip.”“Dad you know you’re the most important person and the only surviving family I have. So what makes you think I won’t come see you after I got
DAMIEN“Dear Damien, I trust you’re doing very well now. I know the day you read this I will be gone to be with my beloved wife your mother. My son I am writing this letter to you to tell you how much I love you and how I want you to be happy even in my absence. Damien, I know you’ll be missing me daily as the day goes by without me by your side. But hey son do not worry I am always with you in spirit.The main reason for this letter to you is to request you to fulfil the promise you made to me during my last days on earth.My son, I want you to continue to manage the company very well to make the legacy of Donovan Media still stand tall in the whole of the United States of America, not just Seattle. I believe so much in your abilities to run the company and other businesses so please do not disappoint me.Most importantly the reason for this letter is to require you to get married to Miss Anna Smith the daughter of our driver Mr Smith who happens to be my good friend as well. Son my
Epilogue: Forever Begins NowThe sun sets over the Seattle skyline, casting a golden glow over the city that now feels like home in every sense of the word. I stand on the balcony of our penthouse, the gentle evening breeze brushing against my skin. My heart swells with a mixture of peace and gratitude as I watch Damien inside, laughing at something Miss Rosie said. His deep chuckle echoes through the house, a sound I have come to cherish more than anything.This is our life now. A life filled with love, laughter, and a kind of happiness I once thought I would never have.It has been a year since the chaos of Nicholas, betrayal, and uncertainty. A year since I thought I had lost everything, only to realize that love—real love—has a way of finding its path even through the darkest storms.Damien and I started over, not as a contract, not as a forced responsibility, but as two people who chose each other.“Mrs. Donovan,” Alex’s deep voice pulls me from my thoughts. I turn to see him le
DAMIENI pressed my thumb on her clit, thrusting in and filling her up inch by inch. She moaned even louder, crying my name.Her pussy clenched around my cock, and I was one-hundred percent sure that she was going to wring me dry.“Shit.” I leaned forward and sucked one of her brown nipples into my mouth before releasing it. “Fuck, you feel so good. So damn good.” My teeth grazed over her nipple, eyes darting up to find hers. Hers were squeezed shut, her breaths unsteady. “This is what you wanted, right?”“Yes,” she groaned.“You wanted me to fuck you like this? Take what’s always been mine?”“Yes!” she criedShe opened her eyes, and they begged me for something. I wasn’t sure if they were begging me to make her come, or begging me to come inside her. Whatever it was, it riled me up and made my blood boil. I lost all control when her big, brown eyes hooked me.I groaned, slamming my hips forward a little too roughly. She cried out, and I thought I’d hurt her, until she said, “Yes, Dam
It was about to happen.The moment we’d both been waiting for. Damien had already come, but somehow, he was still hard. He fisted his semi-stiff cock and stroked it in my face for a short while before ordering me to get back on the bed.I stood and turned around to climb on top of it.“Lie back and get comfortable.”I did my best, but none of this was really comfortable for me. It was all so new. I couldn’t believe this was really happening. Really, really happening.My biggest fear was that it would hurt. I looked at the size of him and knew it would be painful, but Lola had told me it only hurt in the beginning. Maybe for like two or three minutes. She said after that, it got better. I hoped she was telling the truth. I hoped I’d love sex, too.The candles flickered, the gold glow enhancing the dips and curves of his sculpted body. Cane was completely naked, and he looked absolutely delicious. I wanted to lick him from head to toe, trace his tattoos with my tongue and then take his
DAMIENHer pussy tasted better than I imagined it would. She was soft, warm, and sweet. Everything I’d hoped she would be. I fucking loved it, but the wait was killing me now. I was trying hard to stay patient and rein in my impulses, but she made me want to lose every single ounce of control. I wanted to get lost inside her—so lost that I didn’t have to find my way back.“Unzip my pants,” I demanded.Never had I been so impatient. I’d had plenty of women in my life, all of them desperate and ready to please me, but none of them were like Anna, my young beautiful wife. She was ready to satisfy me but still had her virginity. Her innocence was going to be mine soon.All mine.Grabbing at my belt, she pulled it off and then unbuttoned my pants. The zipper was slow to come down. Fucking torture.“You came hard for me,” I murmured, running my fingers through her hair. “Was it everything you imagined?”“Yes,” she sighed.I grabbed her hair, tugging on it lightly. “Pull my briefs down too.”
ANNALife has been very peaceful lately. I don’t feel alone at all since I have Damien and Miss Rosie. They’re the only family I have now. Lola disappointed me and I am honestly scared to make new friends.These past few days have been blissful with Damien and me getting to know more about each other and also having lots of foreplay. Who would have thought that the man I didn’t want to get married to some months ago is now my home and my world? His boyish smile, soft touches and kisses make me wet always. He is the man I didn’t know I needed.He’s been working a lot lately and I also recently started taking classes on interior design since that’s my newfound passion. Damien says I would do good in it as I transformed our bedroom beautifully.I push the door open and step inside, dropping my bag onto the small table by the entrance. A long sigh escapes me as I kick off my shoes, rolling my shoulders to ease the tension."Anna, welcome," Miss Rosie calls out from the kitchen, her usual
ANNAI honestly don’t know what came over me but the moment he cuddled me, I groaned when I tried to kiss the hollow of his throat."I want it," I said on his chin. "I want you, Damien. Please, don't stop."He cupped the back of my head, tangling rough fingers in my hair. He tugged on it, just enough to crane my neck and expose it."I know you want me, baby" he growled. His tongue swirled on the bend of my neck, and then he sucked, thrusting his cock between my thighs again, the thick weight of it still on my pussy. "You feel how hard I am for you?" he panted. "You make me so fucking hard."One of his hands slid down, and he shifted his hips sideways to push my panties aside. Oh, God. It was happening. It was really happening.The tip of his finger dipped inside the slit of my pussy and then glided up to my clit. I gasped and vibrated with pleasure when he slid his finger back down and slowly plunged into me."So tight and wet." His voice was heavy with desire. He thrust his finger i
DAMIENThe warmth of her body against mine lingers even as I lie awake, staring at the ceiling. Anna is asleep again, her breath slow and steady, her fingers still loosely curled around my hand as if she’s afraid I’ll disappear if she lets go.But I know she won’t sleep peacefully for long. Not with what I have to tell her.The weight of it presses down on me like a stone.Lola.How the hell do I tell my wife that I had her childhood best friend arrested?I exhale sharply and turn onto my side, watching Anna’s face in the dim light. She looks too exhausted to handle another heartbreak. But I know I can’t keep this from her.She deserves to know.And it’s going to hurt her.The sun spills through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Anna stirs beside me, stretching slightly before her eyes flutter open. She blinks up at me sleepily, a small smile touching her lips."Morning," she murmurs."Morning, baby," I say, brushing a strand of hair from her face.She nestles closer, r
DAMIENThe bar is dimly lit, the golden glow from the overhead lights reflecting off the half-empty glass of whiskey in front of me. I swirl the liquid absentmindedly, my thoughts far away from this place. Across from me, Evans leans back in his seat, his gaze fixed on me as if he can see straight through my mind."Talk to me, man," he says, breaking the silence. "You're drowning in your thoughts."I exhale sharply, rubbing my temples. "How do I even begin?""The beginning is always a good place."I let out a dry chuckle, shaking my head. "The beginning? If you had told me months ago that I'd be sitting here, thinking about a woman about Anna the way I am now, I would have laughed in your face."Evans smirks, taking a sip of his drink. "And yet, here you are, married and completely whipped."I shoot him a look, but he isn’t wrong. I lean back in my seat, staring into the darkened corners of the bar as memories flood in."When my father’s last wish made me marry her," I begin, my voice
DAMIENI sit on the edge of our bed, Anna’s tearful confession still echoing in my mind. Every word she shared about Lola, every betrayal she uncovered it’s a storm I’m barely holding back. She’s asleep now, her breathing shallow but steady. I don’t even dare to move too far; I’ve kept one hand on hers all night just to feel her warmth and reassure myself that she’s here, safe for now.But I’m not okay.Lola. Vanessa.Nicholas.The names feel like poison, burning through my veins. How could the person Anna trusted be so vile, so calculating? And to think Lola sent that text, the one that had Anna breaking down on the phone. My jaw tightens at the memory.I glance at the clock on my nightstand. It’s 3:42 a.m., but there’s no way I’m sleeping tonight.I carefully slip my hand from Anna’s and get out of bed, pulling on a sweater. My mind is already running scenarios, plans, and ways to quietly and efficiently end this. If I have to burn bridges or make enemies for life to protect her, so