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Zavian seized Emmeline’s chin firmly and tipped it back up with a commanding air when she lowered her heavy-lidded eyes to concentrate on licking every inch of his pulsing, hot girth. "Eyes on me while you pleasure me, little one! I want to see the sin in those eyes as you worship me."Emmeline blinked at him lazily while maintaining his heated, lust-darkened gaze, her eyes blazing with desire just as brightly as his. "I won't miss a single moment of watching your face as I use your thick manhood as a leash to drag you into the depths of hell with me.""That's my good girl. Now put it in that sensual mouth and make me feel it." He commanded.Emmeline stretched her lips wide and sucked the bulbous head past her teeth with a muffled moan, taking him inch by delicious inch until her jaw strained and ached to accommodate his remarkable girth."Fuck, I miss the snug grip of your narrow walls squeezing my dick, almost tearing those tiny lips as I force my way into your depths."Emmeline held
Emmeline’s brows knitted with tortured pleasure as she ground her cheek against the wall with a muffled groan. "I need you, Zavian..." she begged sultrily.His wicked tongue swirled along the delicate whorls of her ear, driving her insane with unfulfilled lust. "What exactly do you need, little girl? Use your words."Releasing the scrap of lace, Zavian spread his palm over the firm curve of her ass.His very presence there made Emmeline’s aching pussy grow even wetter as she squeezed her eyes shut. "Your fingers...I need you to fuck me with your fingers, please."Zavian grinned wickedly. He sucked the sensitive point of her ear into his mouth, sighing against the heated flesh in a deliberately seductive tone. "Say it again… the magic word!" He urged, trailing just the tip of his finger along her clothed, swollen folds and smirked at the unconscious whimper that spilled from her parted lips."Please!" Emmeline echoed with desperation.“Good girl!” Zavian praised.With that, he pushed th
Taehyung’s gaze darted between Emmeline and Zavian, his brows knitting together in shock and something darker—suspicion, maybe even accusation.Emmeline’s stomach plummeted. Fear coiled around her chest like a steel vice, tightening with every passing second of silence. Her palms grew clammy as her heart pounded erratically in her chest. One of their acquaintances had caught them red-handed emerging from a decidedly compromising situation.She wanted to speak, to offer some excuse or explanation, but her throat refused to cooperate. Instead, she turned desperately to Zavian, silently pleading for him to meet her gaze and offer some reassurance, but his attention remained fixated on Taehyung with an eerie calmness that did little to soothe her fraying nerves.The tense silence stretched unbearably until Zavian finally broke it with a confident, measured tone.“Emmeline wasn’t feeling well. I found her in the hallway looking faint, so I accompanied her to the ladies’ room to make sure sh
"They all witnessed us exchange that overblown French kiss this evening. If Taehyung does decide to share what he thinks he saw, they'll be more inclined to believe his version of events after that little display,” Emmeline murmured absently.Her eyes shone with the depths of her lingering fear and uncertainty as she turned to face him fully. "I'm still not convinced we can simply trust that Taehyung will remain silent, despite your attempts to reassure me. I don't like the idea of our fate being in someone else's hands like this."Zavian shifted until they were toe-to-toe, his palms cradling her face as he stared down at her with an intensity that made her feel cherished and protected despite the circumstances."I understand your trepidation, little girl. If I were in your position, I'd be feeling just as apprehensive and afraid. Your relationship with Taehyung is still relatively new and superficial - you haven't had the chance to truly get to know him or what kind of man he is."Emm
Emmeline was only vaguely aware of the sounds of Richard's return much later that night, feigning sleep until his presence faded from her consciousness entirely.What felt like mere moments later, she was jolted back into wakefulness by the harsh grip of his hands clamped around her shoulders, shaking her roughly."Wake up, Emmeline!" Richard's gruff voice barked in her ear. "It's already past ten - we have an appointment to keep with the others at the sauna in half an hour!"Groaning softly, Emmeline allowed her eyes to flutter open as she shrugged his hands away with a mumbled protest. "I'm awake already, Richard. There's no need to jostle me like I'm in a coma."She thought he'd heeded her words when his hands fell away from her shoulders, but the resounding crack of his palm against her backside made her bolt upright with a strangled yelp of shock and pain."I said wake up!" He snarled with a dangerous combination of impatience and displeasure. "Not lounge about like a lazy trollop
The descent to the ground floor was a tense affair, every shadow seeming to harbor potential witnesses to her clandestine rendezvous. But the corridors remained blissfully deserted, allowing her to reach the cable car station without incident.Zavian stood alone amid the milling crowds, his dashing physique encased in a long black coat that he'd left casually unbuttoned.Emmeline's breath hitched at the sight of him."Mr. Blackthorn!" she called out to announce her presence.Zavian’s ruggedly handsome features softened into an achingly tender smile. "Little girl.”They closed the distance between them in a few strides. His arms band around her slender frame, crushing her against the solid wall of his chest in a fierce, yearning embrace."You don't know how I've been dying to hold you again," he said, nuzzling the crown of her head through the soft fabric of her hat. "It feels like an eternity since yesterday."Emmeline stiffened at first with lingering trepidation over their risky trys
Emmeline's eyes flew wide at Zavian's bold suggestion. "Have you lost your mind, sir?" she gasped, whipping her head toward the panoramic window to gaze out at the clouds drifting lazily by.She turned back to pin him with a furrowed, incredulous stare. "You can't seriously expect me to...to ride you and rock your manhood while we're hanging suspended in midair!"She made a move as if to pull away, only to be thwarted by the iron band of the fingers still wrapped possessively around her throat. "The gondola is dangling from a cable in the sky, for heaven's sake!"Zavian's lips twitched with wry amusement, his thumb skimming the thundering pulse at the base of her neck. "It was merely a spontaneous suggestion, little one. The decision is entirely yours."He relaxed his hold when noticed her brief panic had subsided, letting his palm trace a winding route over the thin column of her throat. "You're the sole culprit responsible for my current...condition. You know my penchant for indulgin
They wandered for several minutes until they reached a secluded alcove tucked away from prying eyes, the pristine snowbanks blanketing the area completely undisturbed.No sooner had Zavian released her hand than Emmeline whirled around, bending to scoop up a handful of fresh snow. She molded it into a tightly compacted sphere before whipping around and pelting him squarely in the chest.Her laughter rang out in bright, crystalline peals. "You want to declare war on me again, old man?" she taunted, taking a few steps back as she cupped her hands behind her back in a mockery of innocence.Zavian's expression remained impassive, but the glint of challenge sparking to life in his eyes gave away his amusement at her playful antics. "I'll have you know, I may be way older than you in age only - I'm still serious as a heart attack when it comes to defending my honor."He bent at the waist and scooped up a thick mass of snow, using quick, economical movements to compress and shape it into a co
Emmeline rolled her eyes and dropped her hands from his face. "You don't need to remind me every time as if I'm always trying to seduce you. I understand my virginity is necessary to win the court case, and after my meeting with Yuna today, I couldn't possibly do anything to ruin myself."Zavian’s hand settled on her head and ruffled her hair with patronizing affection. "Good girl.""Don't treat me like I'm a little girl," Emmeline protested, knitting her brows together in frustration.The age gap between them had always been a sensitive topic, one that Yuna never failed to bring up during their confrontations.Zavian's warmth disappeared as he stepped away, moving toward the yacht's door with grace.His expensive shoes clicked against the deck. "You are my little girl.” He smirked. "Let's go for a ride. The scenery might lift your mood."Emmeline’s earlier irritation melted away, replaced by genuine excitement. The prospect of spending time with him on the water always had this effec
Emmeline drew in a sharp, shuddering breath."Neither Yuna nor anyone else can destroy me!" The words erupted from Zavian's throat, each syllable carved with steel-edged conviction. His jaw clenched and his muscles there ticked with barely anger. "If you believe her words, then you don't know me at all, little one."Warmth bloomed across Emmeline's tear-stained cheeks.Zavian palms cupped her face. His thumbs traced gentle paths across her skin, catching the tears that continued to fall despite his tender ministrations. The contrast between his fierce words and gentle touch made her heart flutter."She targets you because you're the easiest mark in her eyes," his eyes darkened with protective fury. "I won't let her harm you. Do you understand what I'm saying, Emmeline?"Their gazes locked, and Emmeline felt herself drowning in the depths of his eyes. Even through the tempest of her emotions, she found an anchor in his unwavering stare.The intensity radiating from him was quintessenti
The journey to the port stretched endlessly, yet Emmeline barely registered the passing scenery. Thoughts of Zavian consumed her. He was the only one who could steady her, the only one who could make her feel safe.The soft hum of the yacht’s engine greeted her when Emmeline arrived.She stepped aboard without hesitation, moving with urgency, as if time itself threatened to slip away from her grasp.Zavian’s tall and commanding figure was standing with his back to the door when Emmeline reached the deck.His hands were tucked into the pockets of his slacks and his posture deceptively relaxed. However, Emmeline knew him well enough to see the tension in his shoulders that betrayed his thoughts.“Mr. Blackthorn.” Her voice cracked with emotions.Zavian turned sharply at the sound. His striking features tightened with concern once he saw the state she was in."Little—" His words died in his throat as Emmeline launched herself at him. The impact nearly threw him off balance.Her arms wrap
Emmeline's gaze drifted away from Yuna to a random corner of the coffee shop, where a young couple sat sharing a dessert. Their happiness contrasted with the scene unfolding at her table."I pitied you at first because no one deserves betrayal," she confessed softly, watching the condensation trail down the window. "But my desires were stronger. I used to curse myself after every sin... until I committed one far worse."A sigh escaped Emmeline's lips as she returned her gaze to Yuna's eyes."I’m not a thief," Emmeline’s self-confidence grew stronger with each word. "I did not steal your husband from you because his heart no longer belongs to you. I didn't snatch him from your bosom - he deserted it long ago. I merely crept into the fractures that you created." The words tasted bitter on her tongue, but they carried the weight of truth she could no longer deny.Yuna’s grip tightened around her coffee cup. “Even if you rehearsed your stories together, they wouldn’t match this perfectly.
Emmeline’s thoughts drifted to Zavian, who had left with Yuna earlier. The image of them walking away together haunted her mind. Her fingers moved across the screen almost unconsciously."Where are you now?"The minutes ticked by without response, each passing moment heightening her anxiety. The silence felt deafening in her room as she watched the unchanging screen. Her desperation seeped through after what felt like an eternity."It's been half an hour since we parted, is it possible that you two are still together?" Emmeline sent another message.Her forehead creased as she stared at the unchanging screen. A bitter realization struck her, prompting another message:"What are you two talking about?"The absurdity of her own actions hit her suddenly. She tossed the phone aside and rolled on her back with fresh tears spilling down her temples."Of course, they're talking about her finding out about us. What else could it be?" Her voice was a fragile whisper, barely breaking the silenc
Emmeline caught a glimpse of Richard’s face through the tinted glass of his BMW as he also peeled away from the courthouse. His smug and self-satisfied smile made her stomach turn."Despicable!" she cursed under her breath. The word seemed inadequate to describe the magnitude of her contempt, but it was all she could manage without breaking down completely.Silence descended on the remaining trio, heavy and oppressive."Are you going to tell me why Mrs. Blackthorn seems to hate you so much?" Emile's question broke the quiet. "Why would she defend Richard after everything she knows about him?" His eyes darted between Emmeline and Brody, searching for answers in their expressions.Emmeline drew a shaky breath. "There's no enmity between us," she murmured. "At least, not that I know of."A bitter laugh escaped her lips. "Maybe she's hated me all along, and I've been too blind to see it."Brody's gaze bore into her, sharp and calculating. "I think there's more to this than you're letting
"Yuna is indeed Richard's lawyer!" Emmeline’s voice cracked, denial weighing down every syllable.She tightened her grip on the strap of her bag so tightly her trembling fingers dug into the leather. It was the only thing keeping her grounded in this moment that felt more like a nightmare than reality.Zavian’s head snapped toward her in disbelief. "What the fuck?" The curse came low and rough, like a growl from deep in his chest.His jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles in his neck stood out.Brody tilted his head slightly as his sharp gaze flicked between them. "Didn’t she tell you she’s defending Richard?" His tone was calm, but there was an edge to it.Zavian let out a bitter laugh—one short and humorless. "Looks like I’m the last one to know." He spoke in a chilly tone.His hands curled into fists at his sides, the veins in his forearms standing out as he fought to keep his anger in check.Emmeline opened her mouth to respond, but Zavian’s attention suddenly shifted.His enti
Yuna’s face darkened and her teeth ground audibly.“Let’s move on to the best part of the recording.” Brody tapped the screen once more before she could protest."The pain I've put you through is nothing compared to the consequences you'll face once I'm free from this place," Richard's voice slithered through the room, venomous and chilling.All eyes turned to Richard, whose face had gone pale. His lips parted, but no words came out.Brody’s expression was sharp with mockery. “Care to explain to us exactly what kind of torment you put her through?”Richard’s hands trembled. “I meant… well, actually…” His words stumbled over each other, collapsing into an awkward silence.Richard looked at Yuna in desperation when his tongue failed him, silently begging for assistance. Despite the damning evidence Brody had just presented, Yuna’s expression remained composed and as solid as stone.“Torture,” Yuna began smoothly, “can mean many things. My client’s words in the recording are vague at bes
The detective called over a young officer, gesturing toward the computer. "Record every statement. Word for word."The keys clicked softly as the officer positioned his fingers over the keyboard. "Ready, sir." His voice carried the crisp enthusiasm of someone who hadn't yet been worn down by the job.Silence stretched for a moment before the detective's steel eyes locked on Emmeline. The weight of his gaze made her throat tighten."Ms. Lawson, paramedics reported that on January 3rd, your husband was struck on the head with a vase. Did you do it?"Emmeline's fingers twisted in her lap, worrying at the hem of her coat. She glanced at Brody who gave an almost imperceptible nod.She drew in a shaky breath, tasting the stale air of the interview room. "Yes." The word came out stronger than she expected. "I did."The rhythmic tapping of keys punctuated the heavy silence that followed."Walk me through what happened." The detective's hands settled on the desk with his fingers interlaced. A