So you'd think that something that smelled so delicious would be a colorful and an amazing kind of food to eat.Yeah, I thought so too. Until I was served a colorful soup for cold and rice, plain white rice.“It's something my mother used to make for us when we were little,” he explained as he dropped another bowl of our late-night soup slash dinner on the table.“Us?” I wondered aloud.“My brothers and I,” he replied and sat.I've never heard of his brothers, but I didn't push it, same as the reason he was here and why he has been ignoring me. I didn't want to ruin the lovely mood in the air by asking questions that could backfire if I or he said the wrong sentence or word.After we finished eating, Victor cleared the table and washed the dishes, humming softly to himself as he worked. I watched him from the kitchen doorway, feeling a blanket of peace wash over me.As he dried his hands on a towel, he turned to me with a smile. “Do you want to watch a movie or something?” He asked.I
What started out as a slow, sensational kiss in the living room, ended up as a fast, hot and nerve wrecking kiss in the other bedroom, that left my lips numb and bloody. And his too.But who cares. Absolutely no one. He pulled away, licking the blood on his lips. “Are you sure about this?” He asked like he didn't want it as much as I did.Absolute Bullshit.“Would you rather jerk off in the shower?” I asked the obvious. He nodded, grinning as he sat on the bed with his legs down, and apart. “Undress”Huh?Like he read my thoughts, he repeated his question. Slowly this time. “Un-dress”Foreplay, huh?I giggled as I gripped the hem of my shirt with an intention of pulling it over even though it has like only four buttons that were easier to unbutton.“Slowly” He told me.I did as I'm told to do, removing the shirt as slowly as I could, the heat of his stare on me and he watched as I pulled the shirt off and tossed to somewhere we both didn't know. The hunger in his eyes made me throb.
I found him slurping, licking and groaning, with his head buried and bent over my core. My legs were apart and on his shoulders and I just arched my back to give him every access he needed.Just when I think I would lose my mind at his skilled nibbling on my clit,he lifted his head and I saw his mouth and jaw covered in my cum, his eyes darkened with lust.Licking his lips he settled my leg on the bed and I almost dissolved on the rumpled grey sheets.He stood up and began to unbuckled his belt, he did it with a tight frantic movement as though, if he didn't have his way that moment, I was going to run.He dropped the jeans to the ground and so went his boxers.I can never get used to how big he is, it always surprises me, and make my mouth water. He climbed and kneeled on the bed between my legs as he got himself ready, staring at me while pleasing himself. The sight was double arousing, I didn't know when I began fondling with my breast to ease the fine throbbing pain.He took one
I continued until he came the second time and when I got tired, I slowly got off and faced him, using one hand to hold his dick while I positioned my self. I went down for a deep kiss that continued until I pushed him into me. Blood.Was that a kink or something?this wasn't the first time we'd kiss and but each other's lips in the process. We both loved the taste of blood, the wince, the arousal that came with it.I could just decide to bite Victor's lip one faithful Monday morning and he would get a boner.That's the thing.I tasted the blood, and felt the sting in my lower lip. He bit me. He continued sucking on lips like nothing happened, nibbling on the injured lips and biting it and then I giggled into it when I felt his hands grabbing my ass and squeezing them.The asshole freed himself.Impatient, much.He gently flipped me off and hovered over me, his dick still inside of me. He began thrusting, faster and harder, I heard the bed creaking under us, his grunts filled the enti
A dress that fitted the occasion.That's what Cecil called it: the off-shoulder vintage rose gold medieval ball dress that covered my feet, pushed my bust out, and swept the floor.A dress fitted for the occasion.Nope, I looked horrible. The color was dull, it was too tight, and too heavy. I was positive I wouldn't be able to move. I stared at myself in the mirror, feeling like a stuffed sausage. I turned from side to side, trying to find an angle that made me look less... ridiculous.“Are you sure about this, Cecil?” I called out, my voice laced with doubt. Cecil looked at me, her eyes lighting up as she saw me in the dress. “You look stunning, It's the perfect dress for the ball.”I gave her a skeptical look. “Perfect? I feel like I can barely breathe. And look at this color! It makes me look like a walking antique.”She sighed and walked over to me, adjusting the dress a little. "It's supposed to be vintage. That's the charm of it. And the fit will loosen up a bit as you wear it.
The fabric felt luxurious under my touch, and the sequins sparkled under the store's lights.I didn't waste a minute to go back into the changing room, my heart pounding with anticipation, hoping if fitted, if it doesn't, I'm not sure the other's will, since there were only three and had not much size difference.One of the attendants waited outside the fitting room while the other followed me in, in case I needed any help.She watched as I slipped into the dress, carefully adjusting the straps and smoothing out the fabric. When I turned to look in the mirror, I was stunned. The dress fit me perfectly, hugging my curves and highlighting my figure in the best possible way. The high slit was the perfect definition of sexy and elegance, easy and free.I loved it. Too much.Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the changing room. Cecil's eyes widened when she saw me, and she let out a little squeal of delight.“Holy mashed potato, You look amazing!” She exclaimed, clapping her hands toge
The next thing we ordered were Crêpes, thin and delicate pancakes that melted in my mouth with each bite. They were served with a variety of fillings – we had some with Nutella and others with fresh berries and cream. We also tried Gougères, which are cheesy puffs that were light and airy, perfect little bites of heaven.The stares we got from the other people in the restaurant for ordering so much food were funny. It was like they had never seen anyone enjoy a good meal before. Cecil was practically bouncing in her seat, her excitement bubbling over. When I asked why she was super excited about it, she said this was the first heat festival she was going to celebrate with a genuine friend, and she was hopeful about finding a mate since her previous engagement ended.So sweet. For someone who loves snacks, this was my soul place. We also ordered something heartier, we got Pommes Frites, which are basically French fries but way fancier and tastier than any fries I’ve ever had. Cris
I shoved another brand of sun cream in the tote bag, Cecil threw me another one in a tube and I read through the brand name and how to use it, just in case it was different from the others.Sunshine brand, orange and nude brand color.“Looks good?” She asked from where she stood in front of the mirror, tying her transparent black sarong.It was one of those mild sunny spring days, and we were not planning to pass up the chance to enjoy it.“Yeah, I think so.” I shook the tube to see how much of it was in there and if it was going to be enough.Still plenty.Cecil was wearing a red one-piece swimsuit, and I was wearing a white bikini with a transparent black sarong too. Our red flip-flops were already in the bag along with all the sunscreens and sun creams we needed.In the other tote bag were drinks, snacks, and the microwaved French fries. Cecil suggested we microwave them; I honestly didn't know why, but I was sure they would taste horrible.I gave her a look as she adjusted her sar
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