Avery snapped the suitcase shut, a sharp click echoing off the sparse bedroom walls. "All set," she declared, her voice tinged with a mix of excitement and malice.From across the room, Dora ended her call with a flourish. "Thank you so much, Mr. Knight," she purred into the phone before fixing Avery with a calculated gaze. "We got the address. I will send a driver to take you there." It didn’t take long for the driver to arrive.The sleek black car arrived with an elegance that matched the scheme unfolding in their minds. Avery, with a predatory grace, hauled her luggage into the trunk and sank into the leather embrace of the back seat. The city blurred past, but Avery's thoughts were razor-sharp, fixated on the prize at the journey's end.Forty-five minutes evaporated like mist, and the imposing gates of Cathleen's estate loomed. Avery's smile was a slash of triumph. "What are you here for?" The guard's challenge was perfunctory."I am here to see Mrs. Knight; she's my sister." Her
Avery's heels clicked angrily against the pavement as she approached the familiar facade of her parents' house, dragging her luggage like a reluctant companion. The front door swung open before she could even reach for the handle."Mother!" Avery called out, her voice tinged with frustration and defeat.Dora stood at the threshold, a perfectly plucked eyebrow arched in surprise. "What is it? Why are you back with-" Her gaze dropped to the suitcase. "Your bag."With a gesture more forceful than necessary, Avery heaved the suitcase onto the welcome mat. It landed with an ominous thud, the sound reverberating through the otherwise silent hallway. "Why didn't you tell me Cathleen had grown some balls?""Ah." Dora's eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on her lips. "That girl talks back, so cheeky and sassy." But there was a hint of respect in her tone, begrudging as it might be."Did her husband see you?" Dora inquired, leaning casually against the door frame; her curiosity barely masked."Yep,
The grand hall was full of fancy lights and rich people having fun. Olivia, in her tight dress, moved gracefully through the room. She stopped when she saw Avery, who was just standing there, not doing anything important. Olivia thought Avery was worthless and quietly called her useless with a mean look on her face.Avery, the stepsister with opportunistic veins where blood should have been, hadn't even managed the simplest task: infiltrating Xavier's fortress of solitude. Olivia's lips twisted in annoyance—how hard was it to seduce a man who wore his infidelity like a badge of honor?She looked around and saw Finn Knight in the distance. He seemed small next to his dad, Mr. Knight. Olivia didn't like him and felt happy that he had lost his job at Xavier's company. She knew it was mean, but she felt a little pleased inside. She rolled her eyes again and quietly wished for better people around her."Champagne," she demanded more than she requested, snatching a flute from a passing wait
Cathleen's heels clacked a sharp beat as she burst into the restroom, her breath hitching in her chest. The air was sterile, untouched by life. Stall doors stood open under harsh fluorescent lights, revealing emptiness and silence. No rustle of clothing, no sign of occupancy. Alone.Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, matching the chaos inside her. Why here? Why now? Unanswered questions pounded in her head as her hand, almost moving on its own, slipped beneath her dress for release against the heat that was burning her kitty and her skin.The cold tile met her back as she stumbled into the nearest stall, the lock clicking sharply in the silence. This porcelain refuge offered no solace; the walls seemed to press closer, whispering about vulnerability.Perched on the toilet seat, its chill contrasting with the heat between her thighs, a silent plea guided her fingers past dampened fabric into hidden desires born from confusion and longing."Pull yourself together, Cathleen," she mutte
Upon returning from the Glow Girl event with Cathleen, Xavier swiftly exited his car. Circling around to the passenger side, he lifted Cathleen in a bridal style. Unexpectedly, she tensed, tightly crossing her legs and biting her lip until it started to swell. Ignoring the uneasy feeling creeping into his mind, Xavier proceeded inside with her.As though the clenching of her legs wasn’t enough, Cathleen turned as Xavier carried her, and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him closer and increasing the intensity of their embrace. her wet panties brushing against Xavier’s pants. A low, seductive moan escaped her lips, causing Xavier to pause in his tracks. The sound sent shivers down his spine, and he shook his head to try and clear his thoughts.With a determined look on his face, he continued to climb the stairs towards Cathleen's room. As he pushed open the door, he gently placed her on the bed and stood back for a moment, taking in the sight of her lying there before
Cathleen's thoughts whirled uncontrollably, her mind consumed by the image of Xavier's naked form. She had seen his thick, impressive dick, and in her current state, she knew it could easily overwhelm her if it were to fill her pussy. Fighting to banish these thoughts from her mind, Cathleen closed her eyes tightly. She couldn't allow herself to think of Xavier that way; after all, he had been ruthlessly bedding Olivia at every opportunity, not even caring that his own wife was in the same building.The memory of their illicit trysts flooded Cathleen's mind, causing her stomach to twist with a mixture of arousal and disgust. This was not the man she had married; this was something entirely different—something dark, dangerous, and enticing. The tension between them simmered like a pot on the stove, ready to boil over at any moment.Not to mention their last sex was just next room to hers; she could hear everything—how the headboard hit against the wall, how Olivia screamed his name. Sh
Xavier shifted uncomfortably, feeling out of place in this elegant setting. His rough edges and rugged appearance seemed at odds with the refined surroundings. Cathleen's gaze lingered on him, noticing how her wet pussy seemed to have a physical effect on him. He couldn't recall the last time he had been so visibly aroused by a woman. The heat radiating from his body was undeniable, and she could see the strain in his pants as his cock hardened under her gaze. It was both exhilarating and unnerving to see such a primal reaction in someone like Xavier, who usually exuded control and confidence. But in that moment, all that seemed to melt away as he succumbed to the intense desire she stirred within him.Xavier couldn't bear to watch any longer. His body felt like it was on fire as he left Cathleen's room in a rush, his heart pounding in his chest. It was as if he were being chased by a predator, desperate to escape before it caught him. He stumbled into his own room and shut the door be
Xavier boarded his jet with Cathleen. He kept on feeling drawn to Cathleen; he was even scared that maybe he might cross the line after tonight. He brushed it off and kept staring at his watch. He didn’t want anyone with them, as Cathleen was still under whatever the fuck she was given at that party, and she couldn’t stop touching herself. When the jet was close to Miami, Xavier smiled wickedly. But then he stared at Cathleen; she was now seated in one place, opening and closing her palms. Her mouth was completely red from biting. She looked nervous. But instead, Xavier allowed himself to appreciate all of her body's dips and curves, with her black hair still tied in a ponytail. Cathleen loved tying her hair like that, and it had been torture for Xavier, but he chose not to think much about it until today. Every time Cathleen tied her hair like that, he always had thoughts of tugging on it. Xavier looked at Cathleen and groaned, suddenly feeling the heat to spice things up. He shifte