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Excitement coursed through Emmeline's veins at his tantalizing proposition. His touch was intoxicating like an elixir that left her yearning for more.She rested her hand on his thigh once more and turned toward the wall expectantly."I can't wait..." she admitted breathlessly, "Your touch... it's addictive."Zavian chuckled darkly at this confession before guiding his hands along the curve of Emmeline's thighs until they reached the edge of the towel."Do you know how they say 'what you sow is what you reap'?" He asked, tracing circles on the inside of her thigh with one hand whilst delicately nibbling on her earlobe.Emmeline nodded in response, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to contain her excitement. His words were like a tantalizing melody that danced through her mind, leaving her craving for the crescendo."Whatever I sow on your body," Zavian continued, "I reap from your reactions. I explore your body as I please and then revel in the results."His fingers
Emmeline rested her head against his chest, utterly exhausted as he walked them out of the stiflingly hot room.The fresh, cool air entering her lungs was like a saving grace. She took a deep, relieved inhale."I feel like I'm finally breathing again," she sighed, closing her eyes in relief for a moment and losing sense of her surroundings."The air inside was so hot. I’m amazed at how you handled it without complaints," Zavian remarked."I almost forgot how hot it was. I was too indulged in your ministrations," Emmeline replied with a light smile. "You were so seductive under the warm, dim lights of the sauna."Emmeline's eyes fluttered open, realizing they had reached the break room when he placed her on the couch."Wait here for a while. I'll get you some juice," Zavian instructed. "When you feel you've got your energy back, we'll go to the massage parlor."Too drained to argue, Emmeline simply nodded obediently.Zavian returned a few moments later with two bottles in his hand. "Str
A laugh escaped Emmeline's lips at his words. "You speak like Judge Blackthorn in the courtroom," she teased.Zavian poured a generous amount of the fragrant oil into his palm enticingly. “You’re the delectable, irresistible victim," he replied in a deep, silky tone.Some of the warm oil dripped in a tantalizing path down Emmeline's back before he emptied the contents of his hand on her smooth skin. Despite the liquid's warmth, her body shuddered in delicious anticipation at the sensation."I’m the lawyer who defends your right to unbearable pleasure...the prosecutor who longs to cruelly take it away from you...the impartial judge who always rules in your favor...the captivated spectator who finds his ultimate ecstasy in your very submission." Zavian's rich voice took on an overtly seductive, sin-filled tone.His wicked words sent sparks of pure desire between Emmeline's legs, making it difficult for her to catch her breath.When his hands finally made scorching contact with her bare s
Emmeline's entire body was swallowed with shame and excitement as she was fully exposed to his ravenous gaze.Zavian's eyes raked over every lush curve and swell of her nude form hungrily, like a man starved."Your womanly curves take my breath away whenever I dare to look at them.” The rough timbre of his voice scraped deliciously against her senses. "I want to sneak my hands into your sacred, forbidden area and do so many deliciously bad things with you."When she felt the first warm trickle of the fragrant almond oil pouring down the cleft of her ass, a full-body shiver raced down her spine. A rogue drop of oil rebelled against the path and trickled towards her aching womanhood instead. Her silken inner walls clenched violently in response."Very bad things," Zavian murmured roughly, his sexy tone like a physical caress feeding the flames of desire burning low in her belly."Catch your breath, little girl because you are going to need it.” His hand landed on the swell of her ass bef
“Wha—" Emmeline’s words turned into shameless moans of mixed pleasure and pain when Zavian purposefully poured a few drops of the melted wax on the taut skin of her stomach.The hot liquid instantly froze to her sensitized flesh in delicious little splatters that made her muscles clench involuntarily."That stings!" she gasped, her back arching as she looked up at him with wide, aroused eyes.Zavian stared at her intently, clearly savoring every minute reaction and expression that crossed her flushed features in response to the erotic pain.Then his lips curved in a wicked smile of dark satisfaction."How can pouring drops of hot wax on my naked body be anything fun?” Emmeline asked exasperated. However, his look… the heat in his eyes told her he had no intention of stopping this wicked game of seduction and torment anytime soon."Relax that tense body a bit and you'll understand what I'm talking about." Zavian finally spoke, trailing the flame of the candle down the valley between her
"Please Zavian, put your hand down there and feel how soaked and ready I am for you… how much I ache for your dick to open me up or at least your fingers to be buried deep inside, stretching me," Emmeline pleaded without a shred of shame or innocence left.Zavian continued to peel off the frozen wax on her glistening skin with casual ease, his movements purposefully slow and teasing as he drew out her torment. "Wetness is not the only criterion for gauging a woman's true depths of need, little girl. You'll have to convince me better than that."Emmeline knew he meant for her to beg even more desperately and shamelessly, so she did just that without hesitation. She was utterly enslaved by this devil wearing an angelic face."Please, Zavian, release me from this delicious torment! I need you so badly, I'm burning for your touch, your fingers, your thick cock!" she cried out in a broken tone edged with despair.As soon as Zavian finished cleaning the wax from her flushed, glistening skin,
"I should have explored this erogenous zone a little while ago instead of hesitating," Emmeline murmured with a coy smile, trailing her fingers through the glistening oil.A chuckle escaped Zavian at her words. "A man's entire body is one big erogenous zone when he's aroused."Emmeline spread her hand across his back and began to spread the warm oil over his skin, feeling the hard planes of muscle contracting with every teasing touch."You felt how achingly hard my cock was pressed against your luscious ass earlier. A man's body in such circumstances is so easily affected by the slightest touch, all his arousal and hardness accumulates below until he becomes utterly defenseless.”Emmeline passed the oil along the defined muscles of his back and massaged it into his skin, eager for the oil to be absorbed so she could explore him more intimately.His breathing grew harsher and more uneven with each stroke of her hands."And just imagine, madam, how it feels to be touched so intimately by
Emmeline smiled at his seductive threat until he addressed her in a commanding tone once more. "I want you to massage my chest now, temptress. Work that oil into my heated skin thoroughly."She picked up the bottle of scented oil from the table and drizzled some directly on his chest under his hooded gaze, letting it trail down between the ridges of muscle."I will torture you with my intimate touches just as you've tormented me with yours," Emmeline promised in a sultry murmur, leaning over him.She started distributing the oil all over his chest and abdomen with firm strokes of her hands, admiring the way the muscles flexed and rippled under her fingertips. "Your solid chest reminds me of the thick, heavy length straining between your legs, both beating with need."Zavian’s hands worked and kneaded her breasts, tweaking her taut nipples while she rubbed the oil into his chest with her skilled hands."But the upper pulse is far less dangerous than the one below," he rumbled meaningful
Minnie grabbed the chance to pull Emmeline back, making sure there was enough space between them and the men for a private conversation."What's this about going to France?" Worry shadowed her expressive face. "When were you planning to tell me? Or was I supposed to get a postcard from Paris?"Regret washed over Emmeline's face. The truth was, she'd been putting off this conversation, dreading how Minnie would react."I never found the right time to tell you," she admitted, avoiding her friend's sharp gaze by staring at the fancy ceiling molding.Minnie's fingers tightened around Emmeline's arm and her eyes narrowed. "This wasn't your idea," she stated with certainty. "You have too much to lose if you leave Riverwalk. Maybe you could handle being without me—though I doubt it—but what about Judge Blackthorn? What happens to you two?"Emmeline put her hand over Minnie's. "Don't ever say that. I couldn't stand losing either of you."Satisfaction softened Minnie's expression, encouraging E
Taehyung’s eyes twinkled mischievously. "Something tells me you won't be single for long, though."Understanding his hint about Zavian, Emmeline ducked her head as heat flooded her cheeks. "Maybe."She turned toward her brother Emile, who waited with the patience of someone used to family obligations. His expression revealed nothing."Congratulations, Emmeline," he offered, his tone measured.Emmeline responded with a small smile.Emile placed his hands on her shoulders, his voice taking on that big-brother seriousness she'd known all her life."A dark chapter of your life is over. Every door is open to you now. Choose the right path. Our family made a terrible mistake pushing you toward Richard. I hope you'll be smarter going forward."His pointed reference to Zavian made Emmeline's jaw clench, but she forced herself to appear agreeable. This wasn't the time or place."I've had enough pain to last a lifetime, Emile. I won't walk into more."Her brother studied her face, clearly suspic
Emmeline closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the sweetness of liberation. When she opened them again, she found Zavian watching her with an expression that contained unmistakable tenderness.She sat motionless, letting the words wash over her like warm sunlight after an endless storm.Her heart thundered in her chest, each beat a celebration of newfound freedom.The courtroom around her blurred into insignificance. Only Zavian remained in sharp focus, whose distinguished features softened by something deeper than satisfaction.Their eyes remained locked across the formal expanse of the courtroom, defying the crowd of spectators, attorneys, and court officials surrounding them.Zavian gazed at her with such intensity that Emmeline felt heat rise to her cheeks. The subtle curve of his lips spoke of personal triumph, of a private victory shared between them alone.She finally snapped out of their spellbound when the courtroom erupted into a cacophony of reactions.The chaos provided Em
The courtroom hummed with tension as everyone returned to their seats.Emmeline’s hands clasped tightly in her lap to hide their trembling. However, felt a strange calm beneath her nervousness. Today might finally mark her freedom from Richard.Brody rose from his seat with confidence. His tailored suit and commanding presence gave Emmeline a small measure of reassurance as he buttoned his jacket and addressed the court."I am Attorney Brody Park, representing the plaintiff, Emmeline Lawson," he announced.While Brody spoke with unwavering authority, Emmeline found her attention drifting to Zavian.The man commanded respect without effort. With penetrating eyes that seemed to see through pretense and his expression remained neutral as he listened to the proceedings."My client has filed for divorce and is seeking damages against her husband, Richard Maine," Brody continued. "The grounds for this petition are irreconcilable differences and, more significantly, the pattern of physical vi
Emile released his grip on Emmeline's arms and exhaled deeply. "That's somewhat comforting."He took a seat in the front row while Emmeline proceeded to the plaintiff's table with Brody at her side.Brody’s expression shifted from contemplation to something sharper and more predatory. "I was looking forward to another round against Yuna," he admitted with a competitive gleam lighting his eyes. "I wanted to outmaneuver her in her own field and prove once and for all that I'm the superior divorce attorney. It's rather disappointing."Emmeline regarded him with barely concealed disapproval. "This divorce represents my entire future," she reminded him sharply. "Your attitude about it being some sort of professional competition is deeply troubling."They settled into their seats behind the prosecution table, and Emmeline added with admonishment, "I don't appreciate you viewing my personal trauma as just another notch in your professional belt."Brody placed his briefcase on the table and fo
The kitchen door slammed shut behind Yuna.The thick tension she'd brought with her lingered for a few seconds, then faded away, leaving Emmeline alone with her ragged breathing and wounded pride.Barely a moment passed before the door swung open again. Noel poked his head in, then stepped fully into the kitchen with worry plastered all over his usually chill face.His eyes darted around before landing on Emmeline."Thank God she's gone.” His shoulders dropped with obvious relief.He ran fingers through his hair and let out a huge breath. "Lucky she didn't show up during lunch rush. Can you imagine the drama with all those customers watching?"Then he really looked at Emmeline and his eyes widened.Her waist-length waves normally her best feature was in a tangled mess around her shoulders. Angry red prints marked her cheek, and her white blouse was rumpled."My God." The words came out barely above a whisper. He rushed over, stopping just short of touching her. "What the hell happened
Emmeline's mind raced back, trying to remember where Zavian had been, what he had told her about that night.Had he actually been with Yuna?"Why are you telling me this?" Emmeline’s voice sounded hollow. "Why not just tell him about the baby and let him make his choice?"Yuna's expression softened slightly. "Because I know my husband," she said quietly. "He has a strong sense of duty. If he knows I'm carrying his child, he'll feel obligated to stay with me, to give our baby a proper family. But if he's torn between that duty and his feelings for you..." She trailed off, letting the implication hang in the air."You want me to make the choice for him," Emmeline realized aloud. "You want me to walk away so he never has to know."Yuna nodded slowly. "It would be better for everyone," she insisted. "He wouldn't have to choose between his child and his... infatuation. You wouldn't have to live with the guilt of separating a father from his child. And I wouldn't have to raise this baby alon
Emmeline blinked rapidly as her mind refused to process the devastating news.The world around her seemed to slow, sounds becoming muffled as though she were underwater. Her chest constricted painfully, making each breath a conscious effort."What?" The single word escaped her lips as a strangled whisper.Yuna's lips curved into a smile that never reached her eyes. With deliberate slowness, she placed her hand over her stomach in a protective, almost reverent gesture."I said I'm pregnant." Each syllable was delivered with precision. Her gaze remained fixed on Emmeline's face, drinking in every flicker of devastation with undisguised satisfaction.The room tilted precariously. Emmeline's hands fell limply to her sides, fingers suddenly numb and disconnected from her body. Blood drained from her face, leaving her skin ashen against the pristine white of her shirt. Her mind raced frantically, desperately searching for any explanation other than the one hammering at her consciousness."By
The morning brought a return to routine. Emmeline resumed her work at the restaurant after a two-week absence, grateful that her manager Noel had kept everything running smoothly in her absence.She dressed casually in a white T-shirt under a wheat-colored cardigan and comfortable jeans. A beige apron was tied around her waist, and she had pulled her hair back into a simple ponytail.The familiar motions of working in the kitchen: chopping vegetables, rolling dough, checking seasonings helped ground her after the emotional turbulence of the previous day.Emmeline was in the middle of preparing a vegetable pie when the kitchen door burst open with unexpected force."Let's talk," demanded a familiar voice, sharp and commanding.Emmeline's eyes widened when she turned to find Yuna standing in the doorway."Yuna?" Emmeline asked, genuinely surprised. "What brings you here?""I'm sorry, Mrs. Lawson. I tried to stop her from entering, but she insisted on seeing you." A flustered waitress app