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"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 drew Zavian's length closer to her entrance, watching with anticipation as the space between them diminished.When she felt the heated tip brush against her intimate petals, a wild whimper escaped her lips.His touch was feather-light, yet it sparked an inferno within her.She slid him along her slick folds, their mutual pleasure amplifying at this intimate contact and her breath hitched in her throat when he hissed in response."You're so wet," Zavian murmured, husky with desire. "If I were to take you right now, I’d slide right in. With ease." His hand returned to tease at her hardened nipples, stoking the fire of need inside her."I can't help but imagine how sweet you'd be beneath me." His deep voice scattered her heartbeats like leaves in the wind.It dripped with innuendo that made her heart pump blood even faster.Emmeline’s attention was wholly focused on him as he continued to talk dirty, igniting a flame inside she’d never known before."I dream about making you mine
Emmeline traced the lines of his muscles before meeting his gaze. "Good thing I've been there before or else this could have been quite awkward." She teased, moving to get off the table but Zavian tightened his grip around her waist."You can just turn around right here," he suggested smoothly. "I want to feel every inch of you against me."The narrowness of the table made maneuvering tricky but after some careful shifting around, Emmeline found herself positioned perfectly over him.Zavian admired the view appreciatively. “Your backside is even more appealing without any clothing." He stated candidly.Emmeline jolted when a smack landed on her rear. "I still feel shy when you talk about my body like that," she blushed furiously.Zavian's response was a harsher slap on her backside, causing her to whip her head around in surprise.“What did you do that—”Emmeline trailed off when an even sharper slap landed on the curve of her buttocks. The sound echoed through the room, sending shock
Emmeline's heart nearly stopped when she heard Yuna's voice echoing through the empty spa center.Her body froze against Zavian’s chest, where she had been comfortably resting just moments ago and the peaceful midnight atmosphere they'd been enjoying shattered instantly."It's Yuna," she whispered, trembling. The fear in her eyes was unmistakable as she pulled away from his embrace.The sound of heels clicking against floors grew closer, each step making Emmeline more anxious. She began nibbling on her fingernail – a nervous habit she'd never managed to break."Why would she be here at this hour?" Emmeline's thoughts raced wildly.‘Have you noticed how our senses are becoming almost nonexistent around our mate?’ Aetherion’s voice echoed with concern in Zavian’s mind, each word laced with urgency. ‘It’s as if her presence alone is unraveling the control we’ve always prided ourselves on. The effect of not completing the mate bond isn’t just an inconvenience anymore—it’s a growing danger
Emmeline decided to steer the conversation away from herself. “Why didn’t you accompany your husband to the center?” she asked, feigning curiosity. “If you’d come with him, you wouldn’t have had to search for him in random places. I’m sure he’d have been happy to have you with him.”Yuna glanced at her, her expression briefly flickering with something Emmeline couldn’t quite place. “I came here this morning,” she said after a moment in a tight voice. “It wouldn’t be good for me to spend extra time in the sauna. Two sessions in one day would be too much, and he didn’t want me to overdo it.”Emmeline nodded. “Mr. Blackthorn is very considerate,” she murmured. “Of course, he wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”Yuna met her gaze with a shaky smile.Emmeline returned it with one of her own—though hers felt forced and brittle. “You’re lucky to have him, Mrs. Blackthorn,” she added softly.They continued walking in silence, the changing room drawing closer with each step.When they finally
Emmeline pressed her lips together. She knew he was right. She had gotten carried away again.The silence between them stretched, heavy and charged.Frustration bubbled up inside Emmeline, and she couldn’t hold it back any longer.“Why do you refuse to listen to me whenever I talk about anything related to my husband?”Zavian’s eyes darkened. “Because you’re mine!” His voice was raw, filled with something she couldn’t quite name.Before she could respond, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer.“I’m jealous of you, even of the water that touches your body.”His words sent a thrill through her, though she tried to keep her tone light. “You’re supposed to listen to my complaints without getting upset.”She paused. “You’re the closest person to me, and I want to tell you everything that’s on my mind. If I can’t complain about my husband to you, who else can I complain to?”Zavian leaned closer until their lips brushed ever so slightly. “Is Minnie a vase?”“You two are not the same.”
Emmeline glanced at him as the car finally pulled away from the curb. “Tell me about the lawyer you’re introducing me to. How skilled is he in divorce cases?”“He’s one of the best lawyers in the company. He’s handled countless cases and is better than anyone in the field of divorce,” Zavian replied, shooting her a quick, pointed look. “But stick to your limits with him. No being overly friendly.”Emmeline's eyebrows knitted together as she studied Zavian's profile. Her fingers drummed restlessly against her thigh, unable to contain her mounting frustration any longer."So these brilliant tips come from some man who thinks women need protecting?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "How progressive! I suppose next you'll tell me I need a chaperone to check my mail?"Zavian's jaw tightened visibly as his hands flexed on the steering wheel.Emmeline wasn't finished. She straightened in her seat, drawing strength from her indignation. "Let me get this straight, you don't trust me to sit in a
Emmeline woke up early the next morning to get ready for the meeting. She choose a beige blouse tucked into tailored trousers, paired with a long brown coat.She wanted to look professional yet comfortable. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she stared at her phone, waiting for Zavian’s message.Finally, “I’m outside.” His message came.Emmeline’s heart fluttered as she jumped to her feet. “I’m coming down right away,” she typed back. “I just hope my mother doesn’t get in my way.”With that, she grabbed her bag, slung it over her shoulder, and left her room quietly. To her relief, the house was still silent. Her mother must still be asleep.She slipped out the front door, closing it softly behind her and let out a sigh of relief.“Looks like I’m lucky today,” Emmeline murmured.Taking the elevator to the ground floor, she stepped out into the crisp morning air.Her excitement boiled over when she immediately spotted Zavian’s car parked by the curb and her steps quickened.‘Why do I feel
Emmeline’s room was exactly as she had left it. The soft pink walls, the neatly arranged bookshelves, and the faint scent of lavender from an old candle on her desk all felt familiar, yet distant. It was as though the room belonged to someone else entirely.She dropped her suitcases near the door and stumbled toward the bed, collapsing on it face-first. Her arms crossed over her head, shielding her from the world.Why did she feel so disappointed? She had expected their reaction, had known deep down that they wouldn’t stand by her. Yet, the weight of their rejection still crushed her.Their hearts were made of stone, stone that never softened.Tears pricked Emmeline’s eyes no matter how hard she tried to hold them back. The dam broke, and tears came in waves, soaking her pillow.How could two parents love money more than their daughter? How could they sacrifice her so easily for their own gain?Emmeline’s sobs grew stronger though swallowed by the pillows.“What am I going to do now?”
Emmeline stood frozen in the middle of the living room.“Richard called earlier to inform me you insulted him in front of everyone. He claims you’ve been conspiring with one of your neighbors to set him up. And now, he’s threatening me. He said if we support this divorce, he’ll have his father dissolve our partnership.” her father’s voice was cold and sharp.“You should’ve at least told us what you were planning,” he continued. “Instead, you’ve thrown us all into this mess without warning! Do you even understand the consequences of what you’ve done?”“You should’ve talked to us first,” Emile’s tone came softer but no less firm. He stood by the window, his hands in his pockets, his jaw tight. “You’ve put us in a difficult position, Emmeline.”Emmeline’s fingers tightened around the handles of her suitcases, her knuckles turning white. Her father’s words stung, and her brother’s calm rebuke only added to the weight pressing down on her.For a moment, guilt flickered in her mind, but it
The kiss was a quick, lingering pull before he sat back down as if nothing had happened.Emmeline froze. Her brain struggled to catch up with what had just happened. “What exactly are you trying to do, Judge Blackthorn?” Her voice was barely steady when she finally managed to speak.Zavian’s gaze didn’t waver, and the intensity in his eyes only deepened. “I’m jealous,” he said simply.Her brow shot up in surprise. “Jealous?”Zavian leaned back in his chair. “Your husband will be on your mind for the next few weeks,” he explained. “Even when you’re sitting with me, you’ll be thinking about him… about the divorce, the court proceedings, everything. So, I’m trying to cause a little trouble for you. That way, you’ll have no choice but to think about me instead.”Emmeline’s jaw dropped and her disbelief was written all over her face. “Are you serious right now?”The waiter returned at that moment, carrying a tray with the milkshake. The large glass was placed carefully between them, the wh
From where Emmeline stood, she could see the sharp lines of Zavian’s jaw and the calm determination in his expression.“But that won’t be enough.” Zavian’s voice sharpened, each word carrying an edge of steel. “We’re going to reclaim everything that was taken from her. Her rights. Her dignity. From anyone who frames her for a crime she never committed.”His gaze darkened and his next words were laced with quiet fury. “A man who, let’s be honest, is the real criminal here.”Richard’s face turned pale. “Criminal?” he repeated, barely audible.Zavian rested a steady hand on Emmeline’s back. All of the fear she had been clinging to seemed to vanish when he looked directly into her eyes.“Yes, criminal,” Zavian said firmly. “Emmeline has been a victim of domestic violence, and she plans to file a lawsuit against you as well.”He turned back to Richard, his voice steady but cold. “In fact, we’ll be heading straight from here to get a medical report documenting the injuries she suffered befo
Emmeline offered Zavian a faint, tired smile. Her exhaustion was evident in the way her shoulders drooped and her gaze flickered to the floor as if even holding eye contact required too much energy.Minnie leaned closer and automatically put her hand on Emmeline's shoulder. “I’m sorry you had to go through all that,” Her voice was warm but tinged with irritation.Emmeline felt grateful. “The original plan was to have Mr. Blackthorn stay outside the house to protect me from Richard. However, I decided to handle this on my own. I thought being calm would be enough to keep me safe.” She drew in a shaky breath that seemed to rattle in her chest. “But I ruined everything when I blurted out that Mr. Blackthorn was outside in a moment of anger. He made sure I couldn't call for help after that.”"Don't you dare blame yourself," Minnie’s eyes flashed with fury. "Richard is the only one responsible for his actions. You were trying to protect yourself."Her gaze darted toward Zavian, who stood a
Zavian’s eyes closed for a moment and his shoulders sagged under the weight of his guilt.“I’ll be fine,” Emmeline whispered. “For both of us.”His eyes opened, and he stroked her hand with his thumb. “Did you call Minnie, or do you want me to?”“Can you?” Emmeline asked, handing him her phone.Zavian nodded, pulling his phone from his pocket. As he typed out a message, he glanced at her, his expression softening. He didn’t want to remind her of what had happened, not now. She’d been through enough.The phone vibrated in his hand about a minute later, pulling his attention away from Emmeline. He glanced at the screen then turned back to Emmeline.“She’s on her way home,” Zavian announced as his thumb brushed over the back of her hand in a soothing rhythm.The quiet comfort he offered was enough to keep her from spiraling again. But the moment was interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps and a familiar voice echoing through the house.“Emmeline!”Minnie’s voice carried urgency. Sh
Emmeline clamped her hands over her mouth. Her wide eyes were fixed on Richard’s motionless body sprawled across the kitchen floor.A wave of nausea churned in her stomach.“Oh my God,” Emmeline whispered, trembling. “What have I done?” Her legs felt like they were about to give out beneath her. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from him as her mind spun with the worst possible thoughts.Tears welled in her eyes, but they refused to fall. They were frozen in place as her lungs struggled to draw in air.“I killed him,” Emmeline choked out then shook her head in frantic denial.“No, no, no. This can’t be happening.” Her hands trembled as she crouched down beside him. “Richard? Can you hear me?”There was no response.Emmeline’s heart thudded even more violently in her chest. She hesitated, then reached out with a trembling hand. She slowly pressed her index finger under his nose while holding her breath.Relief flooded through her when she felt the faint warmth of his breath against her