Richard’s eyelids twitched in annoyance at my thinly veiled jab, and I knew from months of experience that he didn't like it when I subtly called out his shortcomings or mistakes.His face flushed an ugly shade of red, and a vein pulsed at his temple."You're only good at complaining and nagging, my God," he spat, slamming his briefcase down on the kitchen table. "Your shrill, whiny voice alone gives me a pounding headache. I don't know how I've put up with you and your mindless griping all these months. Sometimes, I think I should have listened to my mother and never married you in the first place."He pulled a chair from the kitchen table roughly and sat down heavily. The wood groaned in protest under his weight.He sat there expectantly, like a scolded child waiting to be served, not even offering to help set the table or get his own drink.I angrily punched the air behind him, imagining my fist connecting with his thick skull.The fantasy was so vivid I could almost feel the satis
I could visibly see the intense anger rising in his body from his tightly clenched fists, the protruding veins in his thick neck, and his rapidly reddening face.His whole muscular body seemed to tremble and vibrate with unbridled rage at my defiance."You've really done it now. You got yourself into this mess with your smart mouth," he growled out in a low, menacing tone full of quiet threats that sent chills through me..I barely had time to make out his muffled words when he suddenly shot up from his chair with such force it toppled over backward.In an instant, he was on me, grabbing a painfully tight fistful of my long hair and giving a vicious yank that made me cry out.My hands flew up to try on reflexes and pry his painfully clenched fingers off of the handful of my hair he had wrapped around his meaty fist."If you've forgotten who's the goddamn master of this house, I'll have to violently remind you of your proper place beneath me," he snarled in my face, his foul breath hot
Every single time in the past when he had raped me while I was out cold and defenseless, I'd wake up naked, my clothes stripped off, and sprawled across our bed in a tangle of sheets.My whole body was utterly shattered, every muscle aching and bruises already forming.But worst of all was the hollow, empty feeling in my heart - like a piece of my soul had been violently ripped away.Despite the trauma, I just went about my daily routine as if nothing had happened, as if it was just another normal day in my personal hell.I dragged myself to the bathroom and stepped into the shower, scrubbing away at my skin with scorching hot water and a loofah until it was raw and pink.I was trying to wash away the lingering traces of last night from my body, the ghostly sensations of his rough hands groping me and his sweat and bodily fluids.But no amount of scrubbing could erase the memories seared into my mind.Once I was finally clean, I threw on a simple casual outfit, a short brown cotton dr
"Where are you going with that injured foot, lady?" Mr. Blackthorn's gruff tone jolted me back to reality.I swallowed. Hard. Beating myself for harboring such thoughts toward a married man.What if he noticed I was staring at his…Oh lord! My thighs involuntarily robbed together to ease the ache I was feeling at the space between them and then winced slightly due to my injured foot.His eyes scanned over me intently, not missing my pained movements."You're limping badly. You can barely even walk," he observed bluntly, cutting right to the point as usual.I didn't bother with polite pleasantries since the gruff man hadn't offered any himself."I have no serious injuries, just some bruises. I can walk to the main road okay. There, I'll take a taxi to my destination," I replied, unable to wipe the vaguely psychotic-looking smile that had now returned off my face.The thought of Richard's impotence was simply too comical not to grin about."Have a good day, Mr. Blackthorn," I added poli
Mr. Blackthorn remained silent throughout the time I spent pouring out my heart, taking care not to go into too many details.His eyes briefly flicked away from the road to glance at the screen again, taking in the destination.His brow furrowed slightly as he processed the information. "The address is for a women's clinic," he observed.His tone was carefully neutral, but I could sense the curiosity and concern underlying his words.He thought I was going to the hospital to get my foot treated.I expected him to ask directly about the reason for the discrepancy and pry further into my personal affairs. However, his next words exceeded my expectations and showed a level of thoughtfulness I didn't anticipate."You look too young to be left at home alone and take care of your health on your own.”The statement was simple, but it carried a weight of implied meaning that made my throat tighten with unexpected emotion.When he turned to make eye contact with me at the next red light, his e
“You’re bleeding!”I was startled and quickly looked down at my bare thigh.A thin red line marred the pale skin where the delicate flesh had split open. A bead of blood slowly welled up in a vivid color that contrasted against my fair complexion."Oh," I breathed, surprised. "That's an old wound that I thought had healed. I didn't notice it had opened up again!"I leaned forward instinctively, my loose locks of hair tumbling over my shoulders and framing my face like a curtain.The scent of my shampoo intensified, mingling with the car's leather interior and his masculine cologne.It was an intoxicating combination that made my head swim slightly.I was about to reach down and touch the wound when his large hand shot out, firmly but gently grabbing my wrist to stop me.His smooth skin was warm against mine, and the contact sent a jolt of electricity through me yet again.My toes curled and moist pulled between my legs.Oh lord..! Take me, already!"Don't touch it," he commanded in hi
Mr. Blackthorn’s observations made me tense up.Panic coursed through me as I scrambled for a plausible explanation.He hummed questioningly at my delayed response.I knew I had to lie to cover the truth. The real reasons behind my injuries were too dark and too painful to share, especially with someone I barely knew."I sprained my foot when I slipped while cleaning the house yesterday," I began, the lie tasting bitter on my tongue. "The wound you're treating now is from me clumsily falling and landing on the sharp edge of a chair. I may have rubbed it too hard while showering, so it started bleeding again."I tried to inject a self-deprecating note into my words to make the fabrication more believable, forcing a small, embarrassed laugh.His hand, resting high on my thigh, began making slow, soothing circles with his thumb, lightly caressing the soft skin there.The gentle motion was at odds with the intensity of his gaze.I found myself caught between wanting to lean into his touch
"The schedule is pretty packed already," the receptionist said apologetically.My heart sank. Just then, her expression brightened. "Since you're one of Dr. Ross's patients here, we won't let you leave without getting seen."She smiled, typing away at her keyboard."I'm going to put your name down to see the doctor after the last woman here at the moment. It might be a bit of a wait, but we'll make sure you're taken care of today."I exhaled in relief, and my shoulders relaxed slightly. "Thank you so much. I really appreciate it," I said earnestly. "You have no idea how much this means to me.""No problem at all, Miss Lawson. We're here to help," Jenna replied cheerfully, gesturing to the waiting area. "Just have a seat and make yourself comfortable. Dr. Ross will call you back as soon as she can."I nodded gratefully and chose an empty chair in the corner, trying to make myself as small and unnoticeable as possible.My leg bounced with nervous energy as I waited, feeling terribly sel
Zavian winked at her before he dipped his head to capture her lips in a scorching kiss that robbed the breath from her lungs.She melted into the passionate embrace, her body tingling with desire as his tongue teased against her lips, demanding entry.Emmeline parted her lips with a soft moan, allowing his skilled tongue to delve inside and engage hers in a sensual dance.His large hands slid down her back to pull her flush against his hard body as the kiss deepened, growing more heated and intense.Emmeline gazed up at him with half-lidded eyes and was breathless when they finally broke apart.“Delicious as always,” Zavian commented wickedly, placing two bags in her palm. "I heard women crave snacks during their period, so I brought you bags of chips, feminine stuff and chocolate," he responded.Emmeline looked at the first bag in astonishment, seeing numerous brightly colored bags of potato chips inside in a wide array of flavors. Then she blushed furiously at the numerous branded p
~The next morning~Emmeline woke up feeling a bit under the weather, with some uncomfortable cramps signaling her monthly visitor was on its way. Ah, the joys of womanhood!As if that wasn't enough, her entire body ached as though a truck had plowed into her - no doubt the result of all the passionate smooching Zavian had lavished on her the previous night aboard his yacht.A ghost of a satisfied smile curved her lips at the delicious memories. Their heated embraces, his skilled mouth blazing a path of sin across her bare skin, the way he'd worshipped every inch of her body with fervent devotion...Emmeline shivered, warmth pooling low in her belly despite the cramps. Last night had been nothing short of heavenly debauchery.She'd barely slept a wink, too consumed by visions of her devilishly handsome lover and the sinful acts they'd indulged in together.Richard, the oblivious fool, hadn't even batted an eye when she arrived home well past midnight yet again. He simply grunted his usu
Zavian wasted no time driving straight to his private estate located on the outskirts of the sleepy town of Riverwalk after making sure Emmeline arrived home safely."Double the security detail," he instructed one of his trusted men through the mind link tersely. "Keep a low profile for now. "You got it, boss. The lady's security is locked down tight," came the quick mental reply.Zavian had handpicked five of his most elite and loyal shadow guards to keep a watchful eye on Emmeline while Luca was busy with other important matters. No way was he taking any chances with her safety.As Zavian's sleek ride pulled up to the circular driveway, he spotted the men in crisp black suits and earpieces standing at stiff attention like statues lining the whole thing.They all snapped to attention the second Zavian climbed out of the driver's seat, giving a respectful deep bow of their heads."Welcome back, sir!" They chorused like one voice, showing their utmost respect for the man whose power an
Zavian’s eyebrows shot up in surprise as if she'd asked something completely unexpected from a married woman like herself. "You really don't know?" He questioned incredulously."I..." She began but faltered under his intense gaze, lowering her eyes bashfully."It's because men and women are built differently. Women can orgasm multiple times during one round due to quicker recovery time." He explained, gently stroking her cheek and studying Emmeline intently as she absorbed the information. "Therefore, it's crucial for a man to maintain an erection for a long time. Premature ejaculation can be quite frustrating for women because it denies them satisfaction."Emmeline listened with rapt attention, her eyes wide with newfound knowledge. "I didn't know our bodies were so complex," she confessed.Zavian chuckled softly, his hand absentmindedly stroking her hair. "You're hard to please even in bed," he teased.She playfully punched him in the chest, giggling lightly. "If you want good servic
Emmeline was on the precipice of a delicious surrender, her fingers dancing across her femininity with a feverish tempo.Her middle digit fluttered left and right, creating an intoxicating rhythm that echoed through her body. As she pleasured herself, her other hand was busy exploring Zavian's turgid manhood, sliding up and down his length in a frenzy of desire."I'm...I'm so close," she breathed out. The sensation was so intense that it cut off her voice mid-sentence and sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her body."I want to watch you climax, but I can't keep my eyes open. It feels like I'm soaring to cloud nine."Zavian groaned at the effort of holding back his own pleasure, his breath hitched and ragged."Seeing you like this," he continued after a beat, "Touching yourself for me for the first time...it's like observing an exquisite piece of art that demands admiration." His voice was thick with arousal as he watched Emmeline writhe on the bed before him.Her soft whimpers e
Tears spilled relentlessly from Emmeline's eyes as she thrashed about on the bed, her limbs flailing in a futile attempt to alleviate the overwhelming sensations of discomfort that wracked her body.“Fuck, it hurts.” She cried out weakly.Zavian’s breathing was ragged. He took several deep mouthfuls of air to calm himself down, running a hand through his hair before dragging his feet toward the bed once more.He knew he had to make this right, to alleviate her pain. And his saliva should work magic in this case. "Forgive, baby. I’m here, I'll make it better."He gently maneuvered Emmeline on her back, his eyes filled with desire and concern. "Let me help you," he murmured soothingly roaming his hands over her body, not just to arouse but to comfort… to remind her of the intimacy they shared was beyond the physical act.His lips found hers, kissing her deeply, trying to convey his apology and his affection.Then he moved down her neck and began trailing her skin with gentle kisses.Zavi
Emmeline's body jolted involuntarily when his scorching tongue made contact with her chilled skin.A soft moan—one almost like that of kitten miaowing escaped her lips as her grip on the edge of the bed tightened.“Mr… ah, Blackthorn….” She breathed, her lips parting in bliss. "Your tongue... it feels incredible," she murmured.Zavian chuckled lowly at her words and expression. He blew a hot breath against her sensitive skin causing her to shudder."Not as soft as your lower lip," Zavian rumbled back.A gasp tore from Emmeline’s throat when he took her into his mouth again, the sensation overwhelming her senses.She arched her back and cried out, "What kind of sorcery do you wield, Mr. Blackthorn?” She cried out, throwing her head back in delight. “I-It feels like my s-soul is being drawn out from sheer pleasure!"She could feel his lips curving into a wicked grin against her flesh.“Touch yourself!" Zavian instructed hoarsely. "Fondle your breasts."The deep timbre of his voice plus h
Zavian returned moments later with a glass filled with ice cubes in hand. "You've been naughty, Emmeline," he announced ominously as he approached the bed again.His gaze unapologetically scanned over Emmeline's bare form. "Naughty girls must face consequences."Emmeline’s gaze met his darkened one reflecting pure trepidation."Don't fear me, baby," Zavian coaxed gently with an unsettling grin playing on his lips. "The punishment I've selected for you is... exquisite." His fingers plucked an ice cube from the glass on the bedside table, causing Emmeline to eye it with apprehension."What are you going to do with that?" she asked hesitantly.Zavian’s stern gaze met hers again. "Your hands are off limits today," he commanded smoothly. "Only I get to touch you – your punishment is enduring the chill of the ice against your skin. No release until you confess why you're being punished."As her wide-eyed fear became more evident, Zavian dropped the ice cube back into its crystal container."
"Where are you taking me?" Emmeline’s words were laced with curiosity and anticipation.Zavian's eyes were dark with desire that reflected back at her through half-lidded gazes. "To the bedroom," he replied huskily, "To drink deeply from the wellspring of your passion. Your absence has left me parched."His hands slid down to cup her ass firmly in a possessive gesture that sent her body on fire."You awakened my primal desires with that sinful kiss," he growled low in his throat, his fingers digging into her flesh almost harshly. "Did you think you could tease me so blatantly and not face the consequences?"Emmeline nestled her face into the crook of his neck, nipping lightly at the taut tendon there with sharp teeth. "I don't want to escape," she confessed breathlessly, the thrill of their impending passionate section making her heart pound wildly in her chest.A rough groan rumbled in Zavian's throat as he felt the sting of her bite. He palmed her bare ass almost brutally in response