Emmeline’s upper body was suddenly pushed down with bruising force, bending her over fully as though his last restraint finally snapped.Her cheek pressed against the cool wood of the table and his thick, pulsating c0ck, slick with her essence, nestled between the cheeks of her ass in a deliciously obscene way."The very first thing I thought when I saw you swaying those wicked hips to provoke me was to bend your luscious body over this billiard table and plunder every inch of you until you were a mindless, whimpering mess," Zavian murmured darkly.Fear shot through Emmeline at the thought of being impaled on his monstrous member. His tone and stance right now spelled danger.She wanted him to take her just as much as she knew he desired her. But he was just too huge. The sight of him terrified her the first time she saw it, and it still does. Even more so when he was only an inch from breaching her opening."M-Mr. Blackthorn. It's so huge...please, I don't think I can take it. Don't
[WARNING: SOME PARAGRAPHS CONTAIN AN@L INTERCOURSE]"Because I’ll hurt you. Real bad," Zavian replied, his tone exasperated yet filled with intensity. However, it would be a miracle if the woman beneath him heard any of that, lost as she was in the overwhelming sensations and the magnetic pull of his presence.Emmeline flexed her fist on the table tightly and squeezed her eyelids shut so hard she saw stars burst behind them.The coil of mounting pleasure in her core was winding tighter and tighter, about to reach the breaking point."I'm about to reach my orgasm, don't stop stroking me, Zavian!" she cried out in a broken, breathless whimper and a voice cracking with desperation.Zavian obliged, stretching his whole large hand over her drenched, throbbing femininity.He moved his palm rapidly left and right at full speed, the heel of his hand providing delicious friction against her swollen nub. At the same time, his thick middle finger remained buried knuckle-deep in her clenching, ve
"Come on, let's get you home," Zavian murmured huskily against Emmeline's kiss-swollen lips before reluctantly pulling away and standing up straight.His body was still thrumming with unfulfilled desire after their heated makeout session that had pushed both of them to the edge of reason.The drive back was thick with silence and the lingering scent of their forbidden activities.Emmeline stared unseeingly out the window, her cheeks still flushed and her lips swollen from Zavian's passionate kisses and fervent caresses.She could still feel the ghostly imprint of his hands roaming over her body, igniting flames of pleasure everywhere they touched and the feel of him for the short moment he was buried inside her. He was thick, warm, excruciating yet deliciously painful.When they finally arrived at her home, she found her husband Richard passed out in a drunken stupor on the living room couch as usual, surrounded by empty beer cans and bottles.Emmeline went straight to the bathroom, s
~The next day~Emmeline went to work for her usual afternoon shift at her upscale restaurant downtown. But every corner only served as an inescapable reminder of her sinful trysts with Zavian last night.Her body thrummed with memories of his touch at the most inopportune moments, making it nearly impossible to focus on her tasks."Earth to Emmeline!" Noel’s voice broke through her daze as he set down a tray of dirty plates with a clatter. "Where's your head at today? You're moving like you're wading through molasses."Emmeline was startled, her cheeks flushing. "Sorry, just...didn't get much sleep last night," she mumbled, quickly gathering up her composure.The rest of her shift passed excruciatingly slowly, the minutes dragging by with agonizing sluggishness as she struggled to keep her mind from drifting to Zavian.When Emmeline finally arrived home that evening, she found Richard sitting hunched on the couch in the living room, surrounded by numerous empty beer bottles and crushe
Suddenly, a violent pounding on the front door made them both start."Emmeline! What's going on in there? Open this door right now!" Minnie's panicked voice rang from outside the door.A surge of hope flooded Emmeline's battered body."Richard, open this door immediately or I'm calling the police!" Minnie yelled once more.Richard paused in his brutal assault, glaring up at the door with displeasure etched on his features."What the hell is this inconvenience? Can't a man discipline his own wife without being interrupted by busybodies?" he snarled under his breath, setting his sights back on the cowering form of Emmeline and pressed his index finger to his lips in a threatening gesture."Not a sound out of you. I don't want to hear your voice. I'll send the interloper away and then come back to finish with you," he warned in a low, menacing tone.However, the pounding on the door grew so forceful followed by the frantic ringing of the bell over and over."I'll give you three seconds t
Zavian reached out and gently gripped her arm between his fingers, his touch incredibly light against her battered skin. "Can you walk, or do you need me to carry you?" he asked gruffly.Emmeline gave a small nod. She slowly rose to her feet with his assistance, their eyes meeting for a heated moment.She felt like she could stare into the depths of his intense gaze for an eternity without ever growing bored."Thank you, Mr. Blackthorn," came her soft murmur.Zavian's eyes roved almost hysterically over Emmeline's battered features and he gnashed his teeth so hard that his powerful jaws nearly cracked.The blinding fury coursing through his veins right now could only be sated after he made the worthless jerk who hurt her pay severely. Every protective instinct in his body was howling at him to avenge this innocent woman's pain and suffering.But damn it all to hell, he couldn't do a thing about it. As much as it killed him, he wasn't allowed to directly interfere in Emmeline's human li
Emmeline found herself being escorted back to the Blackthorn estate before she knew it.Yuna turned to face her with a sympathetic look as they entered the grand hallway. "I'm sure you haven't had anything to eat yet. The dinner table is still set if you're hungry. We could all go sit in the living room together. You're welcome to join us too, Minnie."Emmeline shook her head slowly, her battered face a mask of physical and mental exhaustion. "No, thank you Yuna. I don't have any appetite to eat a thing right now. I just...need to rest."Yuna gave her an understanding nod. "Alright then, I'll show you to the guest room you can stay in."She led the way up the sweeping staircase to the second floor, with Emmeline shuffling slowly behind her, still leaning heavily on Minnie for support."Maybe you should have reported that bastard's assault to the police, so he wouldn't dare try to pull that shit again in the future," Minnie spoke up again, sounding irritated.Emmeline's eyes went wide w
Zavian turned back to face her, his gaze burning with intensity that spelled… Danger."What's going on in your head, Mr. Blackthorn?" Emmeline exclaimed in a harsh whisper, anxious not to let her voice seep through the walls and alert anyone else to his presence here. "It's highly indecent to lock the door in someone else's house!"A look of annoyance etched across his chiseled features. "Isn't it my house?" he countered smoothly.Emmeline sighed resignedly. He truly was a master at verbal fencing, always able to turn her arguments against her with just a few precisely wielded words.Zavian approached the bed and sat down next to her, looking deep into her eyes with a penetrating gaze.Emmeline felt flustered by his overwhelming proximity."How do you feel?" he asked."My body is utterly shattered. Fortunately, my face is still visible and recognizable. It won't scare me whenever I catch a glimpse of it in the mirror." Emmeline answered with a biting sarcasm, maintaining unwavering eye
The folder trembled in Emmeline’s unsteady hands. "You want me to meet Richard and threaten to expose him?" Her voice quivered. "On my own?"Zavian’s fingers pressed into her shoulders. "My knowledge of your ex-husband tells me he won't stand against this card we're about to play. He'll give up the lawsuit without hesitation, despite his lawyer's advice to the contrary."Emmeline shook her head, fear evident in every movement. "I can't sit before him alone and blackmail him with a secret he's kept from everyone. He won't take this lying down." Panic crept into her voice, making it shake. "He'll kill me."Zavian bent closer until his warm breath caressed her face. "You have me, little girl. He wouldn't dare hurt you knowing that." His voice dropped to a hoarse whisper. "We have to exploit his weakness to our advantage."Emmeline searched for moisture in her bone-dry throat. "Do you think we can't win against him in court without forcing him to concede?""Of course we can defeat Richard
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