She does not feel like giving in to his demands, so she keeps staring at him with a deep scowl on her face. She does not ignore the fact that he is in the driver's seat as she lies on the chair behind the car, his arms extended above her, her bra undone, her shirt revealing her innermost qualities, which are currently driving him dangerously close to losing his mind. He sighs and gives her a fierce glare before dropping to the chair, resting his hands on either side of her face and raising an eyebrow to look down at her. " After all of this, Ariana, I can not believe you are still trying to be so stubborn." Gazing into his majestic, seductive eyes that slide down her face to her chest, he says softly in a way that makes her fight to catch her breath. "I adore what I see, and I appreciate how endearing and alluring you have always been. So, where should we begin?" He says as he gently raises his hand and starts to move it down her body, tracing it from her neck to her chest and final
Vincent's wants and desires are not of this world anymore. He is turning into a monster, a feral beast over time. He has been hankering after this for a very long time. At last, it stands in front of him. It is not like he has not understood it previously. However, things have been really difficult lately. He is been harboring a desire for her. The desires in her body that he has been dying to indulge. At last, he is getting it again—for the second time. He makes a self-promise to himself that he will not let her go until he is done and has given her every last drop of his pleasure. He will not allow her to leave. He continues to spank her ass through her flay skirt while she remains twisted in place with her ass facing him." Oh my god," he whispers and starts to slowly slide his fingers across her lap in the direction of her pussy. She gasps in her position and arches her back when he flicks it. "Oh! "Vicent's cock becomes unbearably hard as a gentle moan escapes her lips. "Chri
"Ah, oh yes, oh goddamn it, oh yes baby," Vincent sighs again as he straightens his stride with his hands against Ariana's shoulder, slamming and pummeling her without any regard for the fact that her whole body is trembling with intense pleasure within his arms. In his hands, she has already experienced at least two orgasms, and he has no intention of letting her go anytime soon. He can not get enough of her body; he is going completely bonkers. He keeps pounding into her uncontrollably, slamming harder and faster as he enjoys the sight of her smooth, soft white ass bouncing against him. He feels as though his composure is ebbing away little by little. He can not stop himself; Ariana's body is making him insane. He has no control over it. He responds, "Oh yes, baby," and then gives it to her, striking her hard enough to make Ariana's pussy throb uncontrollably. She puts her hands against the car window, trembling and rolling her eyes because she can no longer control her emotions.
Clara switches off the ignition as soon as the car stops, leans back against the seat, and takes a deep breath. Her head is already racing with so many ideas that it feels heavy and foggy in a way that she does not like. I have made a terrible mistake, she thinks to herself as she grinds her teeth against each other and the experience with the Vicent replays in her mind." I should not have let her come back here," she says to herself quietly as she surveys the company in front of her. "Had I known that Vicent was the one running this business, I never would have brought her here." She grinds her teeth, seated in her seat, and thinks to herself, "Oh fuck this, this is just so frustrating as hell. Look at the trouble Ariana is having right now—the guy named, Vincent is so persistent and will not let her go to do as she pleases anytime soon. It is making it very difficult for Ariana to focus on her career and take care of herself. " She says this calmly before getting out of the car.
How on earth did Vincent do that? Calmly contemplating, she watches the other attendants, their expressions of bewilderment on their faces. She then shifts her attention back to the table Ariana is meant to be sitting at and applying makeup." This is absurd." She says this out loud to everyone in attendance before picking up her phone and looking through her contacts to find Ariana's number. She picks up the phone, presses it to her ears, and paces the room agitatedly while biting here bottom lip and thinking about a lot of things. "He assured me that he would bring her here. He fucking promised that he would bring her to the company and that everything would go according to plan, " she thinks to herself. " He fucking promised me something really important, and now he is breaking it." She thinks to herself, her memory deeply ingrained with rage. "Oh, I swear on the heavens that he should not show his face to me if he values his life, as I will use every hook and fiber in my mind to
Clara looks at the scene, a great deal of rage welling up inside her. She feels as though her teeth are being ground sharply, and she is enraged as she grinds against them. She has the impression that everything is going to blow up in her face." Sincerely, I find it hard to believe what I am seeing at this moment. " She silently ponders as she grits her teeth and watches as Vicent calmly ushers Ariana to the front row of meeting chairs in an attempt to take a seat. Ariana, however, quickly shakes her head, grinning at him, and moves in what is intended to be the direction of the restroom. Clara scowls. The way they are looking at each other, it appears as though they have completed the formal legal procedures that formally unite them. This expression conveys the true meaning of intense love and affection. Clara shakes her head briskly, so much rage raging in her head that she can not allow all these thoughts to pass through her mind. Vincent has taken action. With a broad smile on
Clara inhales deeply as she keeps massaging Ariana's back. Ariana finally breaks down in tears, trembling against her shoulder as she lets it all out. Clara closes her eyes and shakes her head. "How in the world did Vincent hurt you?" As she gives Ariana a strong hug, she muses to herself. "It is alright, darling. Simply relax. Everything is well. Later on, we will discuss this. Can you hear me?" As she speaks, Ariana remains firmly hugging Clara while nodding her head in agreement. After taking a deep breath, Clara keeps hugging Ariana while quietly reflecting. "Vincent, oh, how I hate you. Vincent—Vincent, Vincent, Vincent. How in the hell have you behaved?" She grinds her teeth as she muses to herself. "I am going to investigate this further. " She steps back from Ariana gradually and watches as she wipes her face, smearing and rubbing off the makeup that she had just applied moments before. With a laugh, Clara shakes her head. "You have to clean yourself up. You appear disorg
While pressing her palm to her forehead to ease her throbbing headache and attempt to relax a little, she thinks to herself. "I was enamored with him." She looks up at Clara, who at last turns her attention back to her, thinking to herself. After that, she keeps her cool. "What are your thoughts on the director's remarks?" She says, making Ariana blink her eyes quickly as she pushes hair behind her ear to stop it from blocking her face. Then she inhales deeply. "We are moving to Ohio, so I guess it just means we need to concentrate on our schedule and find a way to plan and rearrange everything." With a broad smile, she says, causing Clara to adjust her posture. "Is it not?" Ariana is forced to smile as Clara says calmly. "Indeed, it is. There will be a lot of planning to do because we are moving to Ohio. Regarding Liam," Ariana says quietly, squinting her eyes as she considers her young son intently. "It looks like he may need to take a temporary break from school." She says,
Vincent's POV The sight before me gets straight into my nerves, making me feel unsettled. My breathing becomes so hoarse as if I am struggling to catch my breath. As if I have something stuck in my throat. But it is evidence that it is the fury that is already tearing through my body. God knows that if he as much as attempts to touch a single hair on that little boy's body, I am not going to spare even his bones. I shut my eyes and take a deep breath. Is at this point that I feel extremely powerless in ways that I never intended to feel. I can't let him do anything to that boy. The boy whom I just discovered a few days ago is my son. The son I have had for seven years without even knowing. This son I never grew up with. The son I never raised. All these endless, frustrating thoughts are making my anger increase exponentially deep down with me, but I'm struggling to keep my coal. Releasing my fury right now is not going to make every meeting get better. It's only going to mak
Vincent's POV I know that I shouldn't trust their judgment. These people who are with me right now, presently the most notorious criminals in the city, will have to present with the tactics they used to secure this attack. I will have to think wisely because whatever action I want to partake in. I cannot lose my guard and allow them to overpower me because of any stupidity of any sort. I continue to point the gun at the mafia who was previously holding me as he begins to lead me toward the place where they said my son had been kept. The man whom I had already suspected to be their boss was also leading the way ahead of him together with Fiona and another of his bodyguards who had been attempting to apprehend me all the while. The look Fiona is giving me let me know that she still has other tricks and tactics up her slave but I am not going to fall for it anymore. I am also going to show that I have my tricks stuck up in my sack of plans for all of them. They have no idea the e
Vincent's POVBang!!!!!The very loud, powerful, vibrating sound of a gunshot echoes loudly in my ears, almost making my ear drums blackout as I immediately sit up on the ground, placing my hand against my ear. That was so freaking loud. It felt as if my eardrums were about to explode. Who the hell had to guts to do that? I manage to lift my head and look at my surroundings while still placing my hand against my ear as if it could reduce the pain I am feeling. The images around me are a little bit blurry, and this makes me squint my eyelids for a little while, trying to process what I am looking at. "Welcome back to the land of the living Mr Vincent." A voice speaks up, and after a few minutes, the images are now a little bit clearer directly in front of me. The first image I see makes me frown immediately as I raise an eyebrow with shock not believing what I am looking at right now. "Flora?" I find myself saying softly but then she just rolls her eyes and looks away while scof
Ariana's POV I feel like a needle has just been pierced into my ears. What the hell... I don't understand.I don't get it. I look at him with excessive shock in my eyes and then squeeze my eyelids, my brain trying to process what I just heard.I must be in some sort of dream, right? He must have noticed my expression because he chuckles and then shakes his head before gazing down at the ground."I know this must be so hard for you to process because, well, anyone listening to this will think it's a very, very dumb idea, but I can assure you that it's the best thing to do. I am the only one that has the capability of helping you right now, Ariana, and what you just have to do is give me what I want."I shake my head with frustration." Okay, so can I ask a question." I request and he gestures towards me as if offering me the podium. "Yes of course. The floor is yours. Ask away. What do you want to know?" " Why do you want me to marry you?""Because Ariana, at this point, my min
Ariana's POV I know he has assured me that everything is going to be fine and I should relax and not let it get to my head.But God I can't help it. I seriously can't. I am 100% impatient as I continue to pace back and forth in endless stances all over every section and every nook and cranny of the large sitting room while Clara remains seated on the sofa with her legs also trembling, looking at me with a worried expression on her face."You have to calm down, Ariana, okay? worrying yourself this much is not going to make the situation even better." She says, but then I turn my face to look at her and watch as she immediately shuts her mouth, gazing at the ground."I am sorry. I shouldn't have said that" she replies immediately, and I can tell she is feeling extreme guilt for actually losing Liam when he was directly under her watch. But the Lord knows I can't blame her. I wasn't expecting her to be so strong enough to overpower powerful-looking strong kidnappers like that.I just
Vincent's POV What I am doing right now is extremely stupid, but call me crazy; I cannot let this type of situation just pass me by; this is my son we are talking about, so I am going to follow this marker to the last drop and ensure that everything goes the way it should.I and the officers are precisely stepping into an unknown territory, with our eyes all around us, trying to observe the surroundings and figure out any potential threat that may come out from nowhere.As per the phone call Ariana received, and the information we were able to gather from tracing the call, this is where the location came from. And we are all scrutinizing every way deeply, trying to figure out any single slight suspicion that might give us what we are looking for.The police officers gave me a gun, just in case the threat we are about to meet is much more deadly than we can anticipate. I don't need to be taught how to use it, it is something I am quite familiar with and have been an expert with for a
Ariana's POVHeavens know that I have never been in such heavy turmoil as the one I am right now. The confusion in my senses is extreme. I am not in my right senses as I scratch my fingers endlessly against my hair pacing about the sitting room with Clara following me every step I go to ensure that I don’t delve into the very deep pits of madness. Vincent is not around now, but well, I can’t blame him for not being here. He is just as troubled as I am. He had followed the officers with their investigation to make sure that things didn’t relent and they got to the bottom of this. I know he is going to do everything within his power to ensure that this goes well, even neglecting his own business, but, I can’t help a very strange dark feeling within me that tells me that this is only just the beginning, that this is just a tip of the iceberg and far worse things are about to come. I don’t understand and I don’t get it. Why are they doing this? Why? I keep thinking to myself as I gna
Vincent’s POVThe confusion and the frustration in my mind is beyond what I can comprehend. I am now relaxed back in my office, rubbing my palm through my forehead with a lot of thoughts racing through my mind. Ariana.She is the only person I can think of right now. I had thought that this method of trying to rescue her from her problems would have gotten her to soften towards me. But if not anything, she has gotten worse. I don’t know, I was hoping that maybe her feelings would be rekindled by the extreme sex experience we’ve been having. But she keeps distancing herself away from me even more. I don’t get it. Is she now just sleeping with me to satisfy her sexual needs, or what? I rake my fingers through my hair with frustration and then slam my palms against my table. What the hell am I even doing? Why the hell can’t I just for once stop thinking about her? It is just so hard. And then, there is the thought of that Alex fellow, who seems like he is relentless and bent on ge
Ariana's POVWithin a few minutes, I am back home to see Clara pacing up and down in the living room, looking as though the entire world has descended upon her. I took a deep breath and shut the door quite loudly to grab her attention because it seemed like she didn't notice me stepping in. She jolts and almost loses her footing the moment she hears that as she looks at me, stepping in with wide eyes. Okay, her reaction right now is frightening me because I have never seen Clara look this frightened or paranoid to this extent in my life before. I chuckle and step into the living room, dropping my bag against the sofa. "Never you ever scare me like that," she says loudly and I raise an eyebrow at her." I'm sorry, I had to. You look like you were lost in the world for a while so I felt like bringing back your attention." I say and watch as she chuckles nervously as if... Okay, that laugh looked kind of forced. She didn't have the intention to laugh. Something is wrong with her.