The silence that followed Thiago’s declaration was suffocating. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a reminder of the precipice I was teetering on. There was no denying the danger of the situation, the darkness lurking beneath Thiago’s words. Yet, there was something in his gaze, something almost magnetic, that pulled me in despite the voice in my head screaming at me to walk away.“Alright,” I finally said, my voice steady, betraying none of the turmoil roiling inside me. “Let’s discuss the terms. But make no misleading here, Thiago, this contract will be a partnership, not a dictatorship.”A flicker of something—respect, perhaps—passed through his eyes. He leaned back in his chair, regarding me with a mix of amusement and curiosity, as if he was trying to figure out just how far he could push me. “Very well, damsel,” he drawled, his voice dripping with a lazy charm that belied the seriousness of the moment. “But you’ll find that partnerships can be just as binding as any other
As I walked through the grand doors of Thiago’s mansion, the weight of the ring on my finger felt heavier with every step. The opulence of the place was staggering—marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and gold accents everywhere, a silent reminder of the wealth and power Thiago commanded. But beneath the glittering surface, I could feel the tension, a reminder that I was entering a world where every move mattered.Thiago led me down a corridor lined with portraits of stern-faced ancestors, their eyes seeming to follow me as we passed. The silence was thick, only broken by the soft click of our shoes against the marble. I kept my head high, refusing to let the grandeur intimidate me, but inside, I was already plotting my next move. He stopped in front of a set of double doors and turned to me, his expression unreadable. “This will be our room,” he said, pushing the doors open to reveal a lavishly decorated suite. The room was large enough to house a small family, with a four-poster be
As I stood frozen by the mysterious door, Thiago’s warning echoed in my mind. His words lingered, a tantalizing mix of threat and intrigue. The door seemed to pulse with secrets, its heavy wood almost inviting yet undeniably foreboding. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. Whatever lay behind that door, I knew it was a piece of the puzzle I needed to solve.“I understand,” I said softly, stepping away from the door. My voice barely masked the curiosity simmering beneath my calm exterior.Thiago smiled, a hint of approval in his dark eyes. “Good. Now, let me show you something else.” He gestured toward the opposite room, his hand leading the way. As we walked, the grand opulence of the mansion seemed to recede, replaced by a stark, utilitarian space filled with monitors and blinking lights.“This is my study room,” Thiago announced, his voice taking on a more serious tone. “You can always find me here. For the passcode, just remember 3435.”My head heats up, why doe
That night, after a long day of meetings and observations, Thiago and I sat down for dinner once again. The atmosphere was charged with unspoken tension, the weight of the day’s events hanging between us.“You handled today well,” Thiago remarked, his eyes meeting mine with a mix of approval and scrutiny. “You’ve shown that you can hold your own among my associates.”“Thank you,” I replied, maintaining a composed demeanor. “I believe in putting my best foot forward.”He leaned back in his chair, studying me thoughtfully. “You have potential, Wifey. But potential alone isn’t enough. You need to demonstrate reliability and insight. Tomorrow, your training will begin in earnest. You’ll need to grasp the intricacies of our operations quickly.”“I understand,” I said firmly. “I’m ready to learn and contribute.”Thiago nodded, his expression softening slightly. “Good. Remember, in this world, adaptability is key. You’ll encounter challenges that will test your limits. How you respond to the
Thiago tossed his head with a final trust only to be followed with his ejection as he rained his cum on my belly.Following that, he loomed over me, his presence overwhelming, as he ran a hand down my clit, stroking it gently, his touch both possessive and tender. “You’re mine, Wifey,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “And tonight, is just the start of the many nights I’ll surely pleasure you.”A thrill of both fear and excitement coursed through me as Thiago leaned in, his lips brushing against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His hands were still at work, slowly penetrating my pussy. I knew I was stepping into dangerous territory, but the way Thiago touched me, the way he claimed me, made it impossible to resist. His lips found mine, and the kiss was anything but gentle. It was a declaration of control, his tongue exploring, demanding a response that I couldn’t withhold. I felt my body yielding to him, drawn into the power of his desire.His hands continued their journ
The revelation from Magda left me reeling, my mind spinning with possibilities and dangers. Thiago’s dark secrets were more than I had anticipated, and the forbidden door had just become the key to my next move. As I quietly made my way back to the bedroom, my thoughts were a whirlwind of strategies and risks.The house was quiet, the only sound the faint rustle of the wind outside. I slipped back into bed beside Thiago, his breathing deep and even. The man who had just hours ago claimed me with such intensity now seemed peaceful, but I knew better than to be fooled by appearances. He was a man of layers, and I was just beginning to peel them back.Sleep didn’t come easily that night. The weight of the code Magda had shared with me lingered in my mind—3435. I replayed the conversation over and over, trying to decipher her warning and the truth hidden behind that door. What would I find there? Evidence of his illegal activities? Or something even darker, tied to his most private desire
The tension between us crackled like static electricity as I followed Thiago back to our room. Each step felt like walking a tightrope stretched taut over a chasm, where one misstep could plunge me into an abyss I might never escape from. His commanding presence, so overwhelming, made it hard to breathe, but I refused to show weakness. Not now, not ever.As we entered the bedroom, Thiago turned to face me, his expression softening, a mask that belied the darkness I’d just glimpsed in his forbidden room. "You should get some sleep, Wifey," he said, his voice a smooth, velvety contrast to the cold, dangerous edge that had hung between us moments before.I nodded, too exhausted to argue. My mind was a whirlpool of conflicting emotions, trying to process everything that had just happened. The revelation of his hidden lair, the chilling truth of his past, and the twisted affection he harbored for me—each weighed heavily on my heart. But one thing was clear: I needed to find a way out of th
As Thiago started the car, the engine's low rumble reverberated through my body, heightening the tension between us. The silence that followed was thick, punctuated only by the occasional sound of the city as we drove through the streets. I could feel his eyes on me whenever we stopped at a light, a smoldering gaze that made my skin prickle with awareness.Even as Thiago drive and focus on the road, I could feel he was having a hard time because of the bulge he has. At the heat of the moment, I suddenly had this fantasy of blowing him in the car. As I sat beside Thiago, my mind wandered to darker thoughts, imagining scenarios that could give me the upper hand. What if he finally showed his true colors? If Thiago became violent, it would be the perfect excuse to terminate our contract, demand the ten million dollars, and walk away, free to plot my revenge against my father, against Derick and Agatha, without having to deal with him anymore.The thought alone made my pulse quicken, a