Just as she was about to leave the kitchen, she heard footsteps on the stairs. She turned and saw Victor coming down, his hair still damp from his shower and a fresh shirt on. He looked at her with a smile, a look that never failed to make her heart flutter.“Hey,” he called. “Sorry I took so long. Everything okay?”Ana smiled back. “Everything’s fine. Just finished up the dishes. How was your shower?”“Refreshing,” he replied, stepping into the kitchen and wrapping his arms around her. “Thanks for cleaning up. I didn’t know what to wear, so I came down to call my fashion mistress.” He placed a soft kiss on her nose, making her giggle.She leaned into his embrace, savoring the feeling. “No problem. I enjoyed talking to Cecil and seeing Camden’s pack mark. It’s so cute. So, about the clothes, you’ve met the right person. What occasion is it?”Victor chuckled at her sudden attempt at a French accent, pulling back slightly to look at her with a smile. “I have a meeting with a new investo
As the car approached one the supervisor she frequented, Ana found herself contemplating whether she should buy fruits. She didn’t want to show up with a basket of produce only to find that Theo had already stocked up. After a moment of indecision, she shrugged and decided to get a few apples and bananas. Better safe than sorry, she thought. Besides, there was no way Cecil would reject fresh fruits.At the store, she wandered through the aisles, picking up the apples and bananas, and then her eyes caught on a section of baby toys. She smiled, thinking of little Camden, and grabbed a few colorful rattles and teething rings. As she moved further down the aisle, she remembered the dark circles she had noticed under Cecil’s eyes during their video call. So she decided to pick a few eye masks and a few face masks also, hoping they might help the tired look she had.With her purchases in hand, she headed to the checkout, went back to the car and then continued her journey. Fourteen minutes
“What is it?” Ana asked, her voice tinged with irrigation. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, and walked over to her desk to get her laptop. She placed it on her working desk and sat down in the chair, her eyes briefly meeting Damon’s before she looked away to pull off her shoes.He remained silent, and returned his gaze back to the outside. Almost immediately, there was a knock at the door. “Come in,” Ana called, knowing it was Zara with the water. Zara entered, carrying a small tray with a glass and a bottle of cold water. She bowed respectfully at both of them before placing the tray on the desk. She then turned and began to make her way to the bathroom but Ana called her back.“Leave the bath. I’ll call you when I need it. You can go now,” she instructed. Zara didn’t ask or insist, understanding the need for privacy. She bowed again at both of them and quietly exited the room.The room fell into an uneasy silence as Ana poured herself a glass of water, the coolness
The next morning, it was raining heavily. 7 a.m. looked like 3 a.m., and it was cold, super cold. Ana pulled her blanket tighter around herself, reluctant to leave the warmth of her bed. She could hear the rain pounding against the window, and the faint sound from the downstairs.She turned to see her door slightly ajar, no wonder she could hear sounds from downstairs, because she was pretty sure one won't be able to hear anything with how loud and heavy the rain was.She sighed, knowing she couldn’t stay in bed forever, even if that was tempting. Gathering her little strength, she threw off the covers and sat up, glaring into space, wondering why she even bothered waking up. She groaned as she climbed down from the bed and quickly grabbed her robe, shivering as she made her way to the bathroom. The chill in the air was biting, and she had a feeling she was going to regret it if she bath that morning. Imagine frostbites all over her body, gave her giant goosebumps. Deciding against a
The rain continued to beat against the car windows, creating a noisy, though somewhat satisfying, after a while, the sound grew loud and disturbing and there was no way she could drown it, so she leaned forward and addressed the driver. “Could you play some music, please? Just to drown out the rain sound, it's a bit loud.”The driver nodded. “Of course, Luna.” He reached for the controls and soon a old town road by lil nas x ft Billy Ray Cyrus filled the car, drowning the rain sound as she wanted. She sang along with it.When they finally arrived at the mansion, the driver parked and quickly got out with an umbrella to open her door. Ana stepped out, pulling her sweatshirt tighter around her to shield herself from the cold rain, as if it would do anything. She was wearing nothing underneath the sweatshirt and the pants. The driver held the umbrella over her as she made her way to the entrance."Thank you," she said.He nodded, bowing slightly. "Mr. Pierce is waiting inside."Ana hurri
Victor carefully picked a bottle of tequila and another from the cellar. He took the two bottles to the kitchen, a grin spreading across his face as different thoughts and images danced through his mind.In the kitchen, he opened the cabinet and reached for the basket where they kept the lemons when he didn't find any. He picked a plump, bright yellow lemon from the sour fruit basket on the counter and placed it in a small wicker basket along with the tequilas. Satisfied with his selection, he added a small fruit knife to the basket. He then made his way back to the living room, where Ana was sprawled out on the table, her juicy, tight cunt on display only for him. He stood there staring at her with a satisfied smile. Watching her squirm under his gaze made blood flow to his cock, and he cursed internally as he glanced down, seeing it pulsate with need.He shook his head, even more determined to take his time. He turned and went back upstairs, carefully searching for the items he nee
Jules cleared his throat and looked around uneasily when the loud scream came again from inside the house. He didn’t need anyone to tell him what was going on. The unmistakable sound of pleasure echoed through the morning, cutting through the rain. He glanced at the other guards, noting their similar reactions. Who wouldn't hear it? He was sure even passersby would notice.He couldn't help the hot red hue that crept into his cheeks. Clearing his throat once more, he tried to maintain his composure, though it was difficult given the circumstances. He glanced back at the house, the sound still ringing in his ears, and then decided to walk away from the car where he and a few of the guards had been discussing their duties."Uh, guess we should, um, check the perimeter," Jules mumbled awkwardly as he walked away, scratching the back of his neck. The other guards nodded in agreement, their faces equally flushed."Yeah, good idea," one of them replied, as sounding embarrassed.They all bega
He whipped her again, this time across her breasts, watching her body react to the sensation. She arched her back, pushing her chest towards him, craving the sharp sting and the rush of heat that followed.His smirk widened. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with satisfaction. He leaned in, kissing the spots where the whip had landed, his lips soothing the reddened skin. “I love seeing you like this.”Ana’s breath hitched as his mouth moved over her, the contrast between the sting of the whip and the softness of his kisses heightening her arousal. “It feels so Fucking good,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.Victor’s hands continued their journey, exploring every inch of her body. He cupped her breasts, squeezing gently before taking off the clips and taking her nipples between his fingers, twisting them slightly. She moaned, her body responding to every of his touch.“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, his lips trailing down to her stomach. He
Leo’s POVShock couldn’t even describe how I felt when Michael and Greg were in the same room as us. It was hard not to show my displeasure as I watched them sit eagerly, rubbing their palms at the delicacy presented to them. While Michael was just interested in whatever this was, Greg cast furtive glances at me, but I paid him no attention.The least he could have done was to have informed me beforehand that my best friend had offered him an invitation to have dinner at the house. I could have told him to decline. If he had, Michael would have done the same, and I wouldn’t have had to watch Lila so uncomfortable.She squirmed in her seat, not looking up from the table. Her plate was empty, as she had yet to take what she wanted. But she had already been accosted, so I doubted she was interested in whatever was in those dishes.“This is amazing,” Michael gushed like a child who had just been handed his favorite candy. “I’m sitting in the same room as Leo and Armani. I can’t wait to te
Ana stepped into the pharmacy on her way to Victor's, with a sense of urgency. She made her way to the counter, her eyes scanning the shelves until she found what she was looking for. Birth control pills. She grabbed a pack, paid for it quickly, and left the store, her mind already focused on the night ahead. Hoping no one's attention was in her.Once outside, she took a deep breath and fished the packet out of her bag. She popped a pill into her mouth and swallowed it dry, anticipating her arrival at the mansion. She could feel the excitement building, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she imagined what was to come.Arriving at the house, she let herself in with the spare key he had given her. The house was quiet, save for the soft hum of voices coming from the dining room. She walked in and found him sitting at the dining table, engrossed in a live Zoom call. His laptop was open in front of him, and two businessmen were visible on the screen, discussing some important matte
After getting the things he needed at the store, Carlos' uncle, Frances decided not to drive straight home if maybe not. Instead, he took a detour to a dimly lit tea shop. He parked in front and walked on foot to a bar a bit farther away. It might be calculated move on his part, a way to throw off anyone who might be following him.Entering the bar, he found a secluded corner and settled in, ordering a few less alcoholic drinks. He knew he needed to stay awake, and nit get drunk. As he sipped his drink, he kept an eye on the door, waiting for his contact to show up. He was told this bar sold cookies, and despite the unusual setting, he couldn't resist ordering some.An hour passed, and there was still no sign of his contact. He ordered another drink, more out of a need to maintain his cover than a desire for alcohol. The bar was a typical dive, with dim lighting and the smell of stale beer hanging in the air. He tried to stay calm, but the wait was beginning to get to him.After wait
Ana spent the rest of her morning and early afternoon in blissful solitude. She played games on her phone, The hours slipped by unnoticed, and soon she felt the heavy pull of sleep. Without bothering to change, she curled up on her bed and napped.When she woke up, it was late afternoon. The house was quieter now, the bustle of the morning's chaos having subsided. She stretched and took a moment to reorient herself, then decided it was time to freshen up and shake off the remnants of sleep. She wanted to make the most of her remaining free time before the annual packs' meeting.She dressed up in a casual chiffon dress, applied a little makeup, grabbed her bag and left her room, moving quietly through the house. She tried her best to avoid any lingering annoying family members, not wanting to risk another confrontation or forced interaction, or even an insult regarding her choice not to get pregnant. As she stepped outside, the cool afternoon air greeted her. Smelt like summer was just
The girl jumped, her face paling as she stammered an apology and quickly scurried away. Ana watched her go, irritation still simmering. She put in her key, twisted until she heard a click and then shd pushed the door open, entering her sanctuary. She took a moment to breathe, willing herself to calm down. The last thing she needed was to let anyone down there see her rattled.She freshened up quickly, splashing cold water on her face and running a brush through her hair. She changed into something more presentable, even though the effort felt wasted. These breakfasts were always the same—forced smiles and shallow conversations, or just them plainly trying to piss her off Descending the stairs. Damon was seated at the head of the table, with Catherine by the left, there was someone else by the right and he gestured the lady to move when he saw me approaching.Well, let's just not start on the part where he just acted nice and weird, like he's been doing lately.Victor, predictably, wa
The next morning, Ana lounged in the living room, munching on popcorn while Zara massaged her feet. She watched as Catherine, always the attention-seeker, prepared an extravagant breakfast. As usual, Catherine had invited almost the entire Pierce family for a feast without bothering to inform anyone beforehand. It was such a Catherine thing to do—spontaneous, inconsiderate, and utterly exhausting for everyone else involved.The kitchen was a chaotic mess of clattering pots and pans, the smell of cooking food thick in the air. Selene and the other maids bustled around, trying to keep up with her relentless pace. Ana watched them with detached amusement, knowing full well that any call for help from Catherine would be met with thinly veiled disdain.Catherine, in her own world, directed the maids with sharp commands, her voice carrying over the noise. Ana knew better than to engage. She had learned long ago that nothing she did would ever be good enough for Catherine, and she had stoppe
In the dimly lit warehouse, the men lounged around, a sense of nonchalance hanging in the air. The men were taking a break from their gruesome duties, their faces reflecting a mix of boredom and tiredness and maybe a bit sleepines. The smell of sweat, smoke, and faint hints of blood filled the room."Hey, you got another one of those?" one of the men asked, nodding toward a cigarette as he sprawled on a worn-out couch."Sure," another replied, tossing him a pack. "We're gonna need something stronger if we have to go back to work soon.""Tell me about it," the first man muttered, lighting his cigarette and taking a deep drag. He exhaled slowly, the smoke curling up towards the ceiling. "I’m tired of babysitting that old woman. shouldn't we just clear her. I wonder why she's here.""Seriously man, but orders are orders," the second man shrugged, leaning back and closing his eyes. "Besides, we’ve got that other guy to keep things interesting."In the corner of the warehouse, their other
Ana woke up early the next morning, the soft morning light filtering through her bedroom window, she was driven home last night after dinner by Jules under Victor's order since he refused to let her hail a taxi. She stretched, shaking off the remnants of sleep. Today was the day she would prepare for the annual packs' meeting, an event that required her to be both presentable and versatile. The meeting was a significant occasion, filled with formal discussions and various activities, and she needed to look her best, but to beat the gossips and also build her confidence.As she dressed after freshening up, her thoughts turned to her wardrobe. Many of her clothes seemed dull and uninspired, and so was the ones she bought earlier for the meeting. She decided it was time to update her collection. Grabbing her phone, she made a quick list of the essentials she needed: a few new dresses, some casual outfits, and accessories to match. She also noted that she might need a couple of versatile
Lucas stood up, pondering her words. He exchanged a glance with the leader of the men, who gave a slight nod."You did the right thing by telling us, Maria," Lucas said. "We'll make sure your grandchildren are safe. But you need to understand that if I find out you lied, your grandkids wouldn't be safe in my hands either"She nodded vehemently, tears streaming down her face. "I swear, everything I just told you is the truth. Please, just protect them. They’re all I have left."He gave her a small, almost pitying smile, that to a normal eye would look a bit forced. "Very well then. We'll do our best. Remember, Maria, trust is a fragile thing. Don't give us a reason to break it.""I promise, I'm not lying"As they left her alone in the warehouse, her heart sank into a deep pit of despair, her mind racing with thoughts of her grandchildren. Outside, Lucas walked briskly to his car, which was parked just outside the warehouse. He climbed into the driver's seat, leaving the door open for a