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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
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