*Warning Explicit Scene*** If you don't like it kindly skip** Damian’s eyes burned with an intense, almost primal hunger as he took in the sight of Sophia’s drenched form.The rain had transformed her dress into a sheer, clinging veil that accentuated every curve of her body. His hands, usually so gentle, now moved with a raw, urgent need, betraying the depth of his desire.“God, Sophia,” he rasped, his voice thick with unrestrained lust. “You look absolutely fucking perfect. I can’t hold back anymore.”He gripped the hem of her dress, pulling it higher until it was bunched around her waist, his eyes devouring the sight of her naked flesh.The dress, now drenched and transparent, revealed every contour of her body. Damian’s control slipped as he marveled at the way her hardened nipples pressed against the wet fabric.Sophia’s breath hitched as Damian’s fingers brushed over her exposed skin. Her body arched towards him instinctively, every touch sending shivers of pleasure through her
The low growl of the engine came to a stop as Victor’s black Jeep halted in front of the towering glass building of his company.The tension inside the vehicle matched the dark skies overhead, heavy with the promise of a storm. Without missing a beat, his guard leaped out of the front seat and hurried around, opening the door for him.Victor stepped out, his polished black boots hitting the pavement with authority. His sharp black suit, tailored to perfection, clung to his muscular frame, exuding power.The collar of his crisp white shirt peeked from beneath the jacket, and the glint of his silver cufflinks caught the faint morning light. His hair was slicked back, dark and neatly groomed, with his chiseled jaw clenched in irritation.“Move faster, damn it!” he snapped at the guard as he slammed the car door. The edge in his voice cut through the air like a knife. His guard flinched but said nothing, falling in line behind him as Victor strode toward the building.Each step was calcul
Raphael's voice broke through the tense silence, his brow furrowed with disbelief. "Is it true, man? What happened? And why the hell didn’t you tell me about this sooner?"Victor let out a long sigh, his head hanging low as if the weight of the world was pressing down on him. “It’s true, Raphael. Everything. I didn’t tell you because... hell, I don’t even know how to make sense of it myself.”Raphael leaned forward, eyes locked on his friend. “What happened, man? What led to all this?”Victor rubbed his temples, trying to gather his thoughts. “It all started when I went to the pack. I wasn’t looking for trouble, just trying to clear my head. That’s when I saw two boys—young, maybe 7 or 8—searching for their mom. They looked lost, so I decided to help them out. I had no idea that one of them, Jamal, was Rachael’s son.”Victor ran a hand through his hair, pacing back and forth as Raphael's words echoed in his mind. The weight of everything that had happened suddenly felt suffocating, al
**Warning: Mature Scene:These Is Very Steamy and Vulgar** *Skip if it's too intense for you*Victor leaned back in his seat, trying to force his mind to slow down, but the dim lighting, the scent of perfume, and the intoxicating rhythm of the music made it impossible to relax. The tension in his chest was replaced by a new sensation—a burning heat coursing through him as his eyes roamed over the stage. Raphael nudged him, grinning. "I told you, man. This is what you need. Let it go."Victor tried to focus on his drink, but the moment he set the glass down, two women sauntered over to their booth. The brunette from earlier, the one with the long legs, stopped in front of him, her eyes glinting with a wicked smile. She didn’t say a word, just straddled him with a slow, deliberate motion. Her barely-there lingerie brushed against his thighs, sending a shiver up his spine.Raphael was already enjoying himself, a blonde with crimson lips settling onto his lap, whispering something in h
Rachael rushed home, barely able to contain her excitement. The bright lines on the pregnancy test still seemed surreal. After years of trying, endless doctor visits, and nights spent crying in Victor’s arms, it was finally happening. She couldn’t wait to see his face when she told him. Today was the start of their happily ever after.She pulled into the driveway, her mind buzzing with a thousand thoughts of their future. Their baby. She clutched her purse tightly, the test still inside, and hurried into the house. But as soon as she stepped through the door, something felt wrong. The living room was in disarray—cushions tossed about, a wine glass half-empty on the coffee table, and clothes scattered like someone had rushed out of them.Rachael’s heart skipped a beat as she spotted the unfamiliar lingerie draped over the couch. She touched the lacy fabric, her fingers trembling. Panic set in. She blinked rapidly, trying to force a logical explanation into her mind. Maybe Victor’s sis
Racheal sank into her couch, her hands mindlessly reaching for the array of junk food scattered on the coffee table. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the saltiness of the chips she stuffed into her mouth.It had been a month since everything fell apart, and though she put on a brave face for the world, the cracks were deep, and her pain felt endless. Each day blurred into the next, filled with crying, overeating, and self-loathing. She had gained weight rapidly, her once healthy glow fading as she neglected herself, forgetting about the tiny heartbeat that depended on her.The sound of the front door opening snapped her out of her daze. Chloe, her best friend, walked in, her face brightening with a warm smile that quickly faded when she saw Racheal. There she was, slouched on the couch, her swollen eyes red from crying, her hair in disarray, and surrounded by empty wrappers. She looked like a broken shell of the vibrant woman Chloe once knew."Racheal," Chloe said, her vo
As Racheal lay unconscious on the kitchen floor, Chloe’s panic transformed into urgent action. She grabbed her phone with trembling hands and dialed the number for a local doctor. “Dr. Harper? This is Chloe Wright. My friend, Racheal—she’s collapsed. Please, we need help right away!” Her voice was a desperate rush, her heart pounding as she awaited the response.Within minutes, the doorbell rang. Chloe hurried to answer, admitting Dr. Harper, a calm and experienced physician. He quickly assessed Racheal’s condition, checking her pulse and examining her vital signs with practiced efficiency.“Chloe, can you give me a moment alone with Racheal?” Dr. Harper asked, his voice steady and reassuring.Chloe nodded, stepping aside but remaining close enough to hear. The doctor’s face was set in a serious expression as he worked, occasionally glancing at his medical bag and then back at Racheal.After a thorough examination, Dr. Harper stood up, looking concerned. “Racheal’s vital signs are st
As Racheal stepped out of the taxi, her heart pounded in her chest. She stood in front of Victor’s apartment complex, hesitating for a moment. The building looked the same as it always had, but today it felt different, more imposing. She took a deep breath, clutching her purse tightly as if it would somehow give her the courage she needed. This was it. She needed to do this, for her baby, for herself. With shaky hands, she made her way inside, climbing the stairs she once knew so well. Each step felt heavier than the last, memories flooding back of times she and Victor had spent together—times she desperately wanted to forget but couldn’t. She reached the apartment door and paused, hearing faint laughter from inside. She knocked, her knuckles tapping lightly at first, then louder as her nerves grew. The door swung open, and there stood Victor, his expression shifting from surprise to something colder when he saw her. Before she could speak, her eyes darted around the room, land