“That's not where I want you to be greedy.” Biting her lips, slightly blushing, she stood in front of me, placing her foot on the headboard of the bed, giving me a beautiful view of her paradise.“Elisabeth, let me taste you,” I whispered, looking up at her as aroused as she was.Tilting her hips forward, I kissed her sensitive spot, trailing my tongue down the side, exploring her lips until I traced the tip along her entrance. Lis trembled, panting, overcome with desire. I dove into her, sucking eagerly, my moans echoing through the room. Elisabeth rubbed her intimacy against my mouth, grinding on my tongue.“Patrick...” She moaned, lost at the moment, as I touched her most sensitive spot, pulling it all into my mouth. “Yes...”Her inner walls tightened around my tongue, squeezing more and more. I felt my erection rise again, completely lost in lust, i
POV: ELISABETHPatrick's phone kept ringing, and my head pounded with each echo of the ringtone. I groaned, pulling my legs off him and nudging him to wake up.“Patrick... your phone...” I grumbled, turning to the other side, only to be wrapped in his spooning embrace again, his legs intertwined with mine.“Let it ring. I don't want to deal with anything today,” he said sleepily.“Stop being a baby. It could be important about the publisher.” I stroked his strong arms, snuggling deeper into his secure and warm embrace.“Doing that won't convince me to get up and answer it,” Morgan chuckled. “It could be those vultures from the newspaper wanting a statement.”“All the more reason to get up. We can't let Heloise ruin Biel's gift.” I kept a serious tone. “Let's do it for him!”
POV: PATRICKI waited for my provocative and sensual apprentice to enter the bathroom before opening the door, finding Greg impatient, with an enormous commotion on his face.“Speak up, what else happened in my little hell?” Despite my friend's tension, I smiled, amused.“Are you in a good mood? Great.” He rolled his eyes. “I'm glad you've relaxed, but now you need to get your head straight. Heloise wants to make another announcement directly attacking Elisabeth!”“Heloise wouldn't dare!” I clenched my fists in anger, looking towards the bathroom. “Tell me she doesn't have any evidence or anything to use against Lis.”“Unfortunately, she does. Apparently, Heloise got reports of the physical abuse Mrs. Elisabeth suffered.” Greg had a furrowed brow, sighing heavily. “It would be easier to just kill her and dump her in
“You are spectacular, apprentice,” I murmured, biting my way back up and feeling her trembling body. “Turn around for me.”I held her by the neck from behind, wrapping my arm under her breasts and filling my hands with her soft, rosy-tipped fullness. I moved close to her ear:“Now, spread your legs and arch for me!” I said it hoarsely in her ear. Like a good apprentice, Elisabeth did as she was ordered.She threw her butt back, arching her back slightly. Still holding her by the neck, I bit behind her ear and down her nape and back, supporting her buttocks with my hands and spreading them. I rubbed my erection from back to front, feeling her gasp and squirm, subtly swollen in her warm, latent intimacy. I plunged just the tip, then pulled out to grab the vibrator from the floor.“What are you up to now?” Lis asked breathlessly over her shoulder.I smiled mischievously, turning on the vibrator.&
POV: ELISABETHHeading towards the publishing house, Patrick, despite maintaining an erect posture, showed evident signs of tension in his body. His sighs were noticeable, as were the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, even in the cold Seattle weather.“It’s going to be okay,” I whispered to reassure him. “You’re Patrick Morgan; no one can bring you down.”He nodded, turning back to stare out the window in silence. What didn’t Patrick want me to see?As we arrived at the entrance of the publishing house, protesters were camped out front. I jumped in my seat, startled, when an egg was thrown at the car window. The CEO held my hands, gently squeezing them to calm me. Amid the shouts and insults accusing him, I heard some people saying:“Coward, pervert, woman abuser!” shouted the protesters. “Justice for Miss Heloise Forbs.”
“We went down to the area set up for the press. The number of journalists present was more than double the last time, with some representatives from international channels. I began to feel nervous, worried about what Morgan would reveal. This was all on a very large scale, and his statement would define the fate of the publisher.When Patrick Morgan took the stage, the noise ceased, and everyone patiently awaited his statement:“Good morning, everyone,” he said, standing tall, his voice firm, and his eyes piercing like an eagle's. “I will start my statement. Questions will only be answered at the end of the announcement. If any journalist interrupts, they will be removed, and their questions will go unanswered.”Everyone whispered before falling silent again as the CEO cleared his throat.“I was abroad, in remote lands. As is widely known, I do volunteer work in lo
POV: PATRICKI captured Elisabeth's lips with desire. I didn't need to look at the big screens for the scenes to unfold in my mind; everything played like a movie in my head—the worst nightmare for a father. Panting, I broke the kiss and pressed our foreheads together. Catching my breath, I straightened up and faced Lis, who had slightly smudged lipstick and subtly swollen lips.“Thank you,” I smiled elegantly, despite the pain lingering in my chest.“For what?” she asked, confused, adjusting her hair and wiping the corners of her mouth.“For all your support, Miss,” I said, leaning in to kiss her again when we heard footsteps. I stepped back, maintaining my composure. “We need the contracts to evaluate who is worth keeping by our side.”“Yeah, of course, sir, I'll get them,” Elisabeth said, taking a step forward and stopping be
POV: ELISABETHMy legs seemed stuck in place, growing weak as if they had lost all strength. My heart was beating so hard it felt like it was about to explode in my chest, while a constant chill down my spine sent unpleasant shivers throughout my body, bringing with it all the negative emotions. I was sweating and trembling, turning to the CEO as tears threatened to spill from my eyes.“It's him... it's... it's him!” I swallowed hard, wanting to retreat. But Morgan looked at me confidently, with a slight smile, supporting my hips with his arms and positioning himself slightly in front of me, like a protective wall. “What are you doing?”I whispered, ignored by him. I looked around, seeing the security guards forming a circle around us and Greg, armed and ready to shoot if necessary.“My, Mr. Morgan, are you always this hostile to your visitors?” He smiled sarcastically, unconcer