CaspianI was stuck in a never-ending meeting, my evening slipping away from me. One meeting had led to another, and now I was running on empty - both physically and mentally. I hadn't even had a chance to grab a bite to eat.As I sat across from my colleague, trying to hash out the finer points of a business deal, my phone started ringing. I silenced it, handing it to Marcel, who was hovering discreetly in the background."Please check who it is, Marcel," I whispered, not wanting to disrupt the meeting. "I'm a bit busy right now."Marcel took the phone and checked the caller ID. "It's Ava," he whispered back, a slight frown on his face. "But don't worry, I don't think you guys need to talk."I guess he's still upset that his sister and I have no choice but to be together, considering how quickly he turned off my phone. It felt really awkward."Just keep your attention here," Marcel said, slipping the phone into his pocket.I nodded, my focus still on the meeting.Throughout the meeti
CaspianI turned to leave, but before I could take a step, Marcel's voice stopped me. "I'm coming with you, Caspian."But before Marcel could move, his mother's voice cut in, cold and firm. "You're not going anywhere, Marcel."Marcel's eyes locked on mine, a silent message passing between us. But his mother's grip on his arm tightened, holding him back. "You're staying right here, Marcel. Caspian will handle this because he caused this."I nodded, trying to reassure Marcel that I'd take care of things. But Marcel's eyes never left mine, a mix of concern and determination burning in them."Ava is my sister. I can't just–"Don't act stubborn, Marcel!" his mother snapped. "Caspian will go alone to find Ava, and if he doesn't, he'll have himself to blame. And I promise you, Caspian, if you don't bring my daughter back, I'll kill you myself."Marcel's face paled, and looking at him, I shook my head. "It's fine, Marcel. I'll go find her myself."Marcel's eyes narrowed, but he didn't back do
Ava"Ava, you're drunk," Caspian's voice rang out, triggering anger to surge through me."I'm not!" I snapped, taking a step back to stare at his face. "And you know that.""That's what you said last time," he said, shaking his head. "Let's just leave now."I let out a scoff, moving closer and placing my lips next to his ear. I could smell his masculine scent, a blend of leather and musk with a hint of aftershave."You know I never get bad when I'm sober, so do this now that I'm being bad," I whispered.My eyes traced his defined jawline, following the trail to his Adam's apple as it bobbed nervously. He turned to me, his glare intense, but I simply smirked in response."You're my best friend's sister..." Caspian's voice trailed off as I placed my finger against his lips."That's what you said that night, and you didn't stop until I couldn't even lift my legs anymore, so stop with the bullshit. I'm giving you consent...once again.""Ava..." His deep voice vibrated against my finger, w
AvaThe last thing I needed right now was for Marcel to show up. Why the hell was he coming over? Imagine calling someone, dropping a casual "I'm coming over," and then hanging up like it was no big deal."Why is he coming over?" I asked, anxiety rising as my eyes widened. "He doesn't know we're together right now, does he?""I have no idea," Caspian replied, hurriedly getting dressed. "Put on your clothes quickly!""Damn it!" I groaned, spotting my torn bra on the floor."What's wrong?" he asked."What am I supposed to do about this now?" I asked, holding up the damaged undergarment with a deep frown.Caspian sighed heavily and snatched it from my hand, tossing it aside. "Just...just get dressed, Ava. Please!"I jumped into action at his urgency, and as we finished getting dressed, the sound of the living room door opening echoed through the apartment."I think he's here, damn it," Caspian muttered under his breath. He grabbed my hand and began leading me away."Why didn't he knock?"
CaspianThe expression on Ava's face revealed a whirlwind of emotions I never thought I'd witness. Why did she look so betrayed, worried, and depressed? Wasn't this what she wanted, to end the charade and move on? I didn't want it to end because I stood to gain from the marriage, but right now, I was at a loss for words. I simply stared at her, my eyes narrowing as I studied her pained features."Answer me!" she barked suddenly, her breath coming in ragged bursts. "What are you two talking about? Ending the marriage? You didn't even talk to me first."Just as I was about to speak, Marcel pulled her to his side, away from me. "I'll explain when we get home," he said, his tone firm."Fuck no!" she yelled, shaking her head vehemently. "You both need to explain this bullshit to me right now.""Ava!" Marcel yelled, his voice sharp and reprimanding.My hands clenched into tight fists as I glared at him, anger coursing through me. Who was he to shout at her like that? I knew there was nothin
AvaI had said it. Yes, I had told him how much I hated him and the extent of that hatred. Now, I sat in the taxi next to my brother, who silently scrolled through his Instagram feed. My eyes followed the road, the sights outside blurring together."Does that mean you won't marry him now?" Marcel's voice broke through the silence, his gaze still fixed on his phone."What?" I asked, pretending not to understand his question.He let out a deep sigh and turned to face me. "You said you hated him enough to kill him back there, didn't you?"Yes, I did, and I would say it again. Caspian would never deserve my love after how he had treated me years ago. He had shattered my heart and pushed me away."Are you trying to remind me?" I questioned, my brows furrowing."Anyway, you can't marry your enemy, can you?" Marcel asked, prompting me to bite my bottom lip as I looked straight ahead."I will..." my voice trailed off."Didn't you say you hate him?" Marcel pushed, letting out a mocking scoff.
AvaI walked up to my brother, my heart racing and my brows furrowed. "What is it?" I whispered, my eyes scanning his face for any sign of what was bothering him. Because I'm certain something is really bothering him. Insanity, maybe?"Meet me upstairs," he replied, his voice low and mysterious. He turned and walked upstairs, leaving me staring after him in confusion.My mom, still sitting on the sofa, asked, "What's wrong with you two?"I slapped a nervous smile on my face and said, "It's nothing, Mom. Just excuse us, okay?" Then, I rushed upstairs, my mind racing with possibilities.I found Marcel leaning against his bedroom door, his arms crossed over his chest and one leg propped against the door. "What is it?" I asked, my voice firm but laced with concern.He coughed, a nervous habit of his, before asking, "Tell me, why do you want to marry Caspian?" His eyes narrowed, as if daring me to lie.I frowned, taken aback by his question. "What are you talking about? Why would I want to
CaspianI slumped into the armchair, the soft cushions enveloping me like a warm hug. The coffee table in front of me held a bottle of whiskey and a glass, which I'd been nursing for the past hour. The amber liquid swirled in the glass, mesmerizing me as I lifted it to my lips. The burn of the whiskey down my throat was a welcome distraction from the throbbing headache that had been plaguing me all day.Despite the fatigue that threatened to consume me, I couldn't shake off the stress of the day's events. My body felt like it was on fire, but I didn't care. I just wanted to forget. Yes, I wanted to forget the fact that she said she hated me and how much her description was on her so-called hatred towards me.Damn! Couldn't my day get any worse?From being stressed at work to Ava's call, and now she liked my photo. I was glad that I checked the notification bar fast because she unliked it afterward.As I sat there, lost in my thoughts, the sudden beep of my phone pierced the silence. M
CaspianThen, I wrapped her leg around my waist, opening her back up. I rubbed her swollen, sensitive flesh before pushing back into her quivering hole.Ava whimpered, "No more... no more, please..." but I ignored her, pulling her leg higher to get deeper.Her inner walls clenched reflexively, desperately trying to adjust to my size. "Fuck, you're killing me..." she cried weakly, but her hips still moved against me, seeking more friction.I pinned her other leg down, holding her prisoner as I slowly ground into her swollen pussy. "So good that I can't stop now," I breathed.Her body convulsed as I filled her up completely, hitting depths she didn't know existed. She was so sensitive that every slow, deep thrust felt like a brutal pounding."Stop... please..." she begged, tears streaming down her face from the overwhelming sensation.But then, I felt bad and a surge of guilt. I pulled out gently, her pussy lips clinging to my cock.I looked down at her, her face flushed, hair dishevele
CaspianI immediately dived between her legs, spreading them wide and burying my face in her pussy. I licked and sucked like a man starved, my tongue curling and flicking in ways that made her scream. She grabbed my hair tightly, her legs shaking as I worshipped her pussy.I used my hands to hold her thighs firmly in place, not letting her squirm away from the intense pleasure. I sucked on her clit gently, then flicked it rapidly with my tongue.Ava's moans filled the room, growing louder and more desperate as I alternated between soft kisses and aggressive licks.As I continued my relentless assault on her pussy, Ava started to lose control. Her filthy words spilled out between moans and gasps. "Fuck, Caspian... right there..." She pulled my hair harder, grinding against my face.I could feel her getting closer to the edge, her thighs quivering and her breathing erratic.She started talking dirtier, "Oh gawd yes... lick my clit, make me come on your face..."Her hips bucked against m
Caspian"Fuck, baby," I inhaled deeply, Ava's intimate scent filling my nostrils and making my head spin. The drug was still coursing through my veins, intensifying every sensation.I began to stroke myself slowly, the soft lace of her panties rubbing against my cheek as I sniffed and tasted them."Mmm, Ava..." I groaned.Pre-cum already beaded at my tip as I imagined her in the shower, wet and naked. The scent of her panties drove me wild, making me stroke faster.I pressed them against my face harder, wishing they were her warmth wrapped around me instead."Fuck, these panties... are really going to... make me cum," my voice cracked.Panting heavily now, I tightened my grip, pumping my thick shaft with desperate urgency. The scent of Ava mixed with my own musk overwhelmed my senses. I moaned loudly, fantasizing about her pussy instead of the lace."Shit, Ava... gonna cum..."With the drug coursing through my veins, it actually prolonged my pleasure to agonizing lengths. I grunted in
CaspianI scanned the crowded room, my gaze drifting over the sea of familiar and unfamiliar faces. The charity gala was a blur of monotony, the endless chatter and clinking glasses a cacophony that threatened to consume me whole. I reached for the wine glass on my table, the cool liquid slipping down my throat as I downed it in one swift motion. The waiter, attentive as ever, refilled my glass without a word.My eyes searched for an even more familiar figure – Ava, my wife. Where could she be? I hadn't seen her in what felt like an eternity. A flicker of concern sparked within me, and I pulled out my phone to send her a message. "Where are you?" I typed, my thumbs flying across the screen.Moments later, my phone buzzed with an incoming message. Ava's reply was brief: "I'm sorry for not telling you, but I decided to leave. I was feeling quite unwell."My brow furrowed in concern as I quickly typed out a response. "Are you okay now? What happened?"Her response came swiftly. "I'm fine
CaspianAs we stepped outside, I couldn't help but steal glances at Ava. She was stunning, her beauty radiating like a warm light. I found myself wishing I could express the depth of my admiration, to tell her how captivating she looked, how her presence made me feel. But I suppressed the urge, masking my emotions behind a stoic facade. It's who I am – unfeeling and cold, or so I've been told.I opened the car door for Ava, gesturing for her to enter. As she slid into the seat, I made my way to the driver's side. "Flynn isn't driving us today?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.I replied, "Flynn is indisposed. He's taking a week's leave due to illness. I'll be driving us instead."Ava nodded, and I started the engine, focusing on the road ahead as we set off.**As I stepped into the luxurious hotel with Ava by my side, the warm glow of the golden chandeliers and the soft hum of conversation enveloped us. After checking in, we made our way to the information desk to gather de
AvaI sat on the bed, my hands holding onto the sheets tightly against my body, with my gaze locked on Caspian as he adjusted his clothes. The movement was smooth, almost practiced. He seemed so casual, but I could feel the tension lingering in the air between us. I didn’t know how to handle it.“Goodnight,” Caspian said, his voice steady, almost detached.I didn’t answer. Instead, I simply turned my face away, unable to look him in the eyes. He grabbed the door handle and left the room, closing the door behind me with a soft click that felt like it echoed in the silence.Once I noticed he was completely away from me, I exhaled sharply, running my hands through my hair in frustration. What had just happened? What had we just done? I wasn’t sure anymore. The confusion, the mix of anger and something else I couldn’t quite name—it was all too much.I didn’t want to think about it, but my thoughts refused to quiet. I pulled out my phone, the screen lighting up my face. Without hesitating,
CaspianI slammed her against the wall, my mouth crashing down on hers with a feral hunger I couldn't control. "Fuck," I growled into her lips, my hands gripping her hips tightly. Her body melted into mine, and it only made me want her more. I couldn't get enough.My mouth devoured hers like a man starved. I bit her bottom lip hard, making her whimper. My tongue plunged deep, tasting every inch of her mouth. She met my aggression with her own, our tongues clashing like warriors. It was messy, passionate, and almost angry.My hands trembled as I pushed her dress up her thighs. My fingers hooked into her underwear, slowly tugging them down.She broke the kiss to pant, "Caspian," but I silenced her with another brutal kiss as I finally slid my hand between her thighs.I found her hot and wet, and a primal growl rumbled in my chest. My fingers teased her, circling her clit, dipping inside her. She bucked against my hand, moaning into my mouth. I swallowed each sound, deepening the kiss, m
AvaI stormed into my room, slamming the door behind me. I dropped onto the bed, letting out a deep sigh. My gaze fixed on the ceiling as I pulled the hair tie from my hair, running my fingers through the silky strands. Another heavy sigh escaped me, my face creased in frustration. I was so furious—so damn angry—that I bit my bottom lip so hard I could taste my own blood.I couldn’t stop thinking back to an hour ago when I’d tried to leave any way I could, but Patrick refused to let me go. He pulled me close and kissed me. I pulled away quickly, my hand connecting with his face in a sharp slap."Are you crazy?" I shouted, still in disbelief. I scrambled away, hoping no one had seen us.If Caspian ever found out that Patrick and I not only held hands but kissed, I couldn't even imagine what he'd do. I knew he wasn’t my husband in the traditional sense, but I could still picture his reaction. I could feel it in my gut.Just as I was about to get up and change into something more comfort
CaspianI walked into the building, expecting a typical day at work. But as I made my way to my office, I was intercepted by Marcel. He looked at me with a mixture of confusion and amusement. I exchanged a look with him, but mine was on a colder scale."What are you doing here?" Marcel asked, his brow furrowed."I came to work, obviously," I replied, my tone harsh.Marcel's expression turned incredulous. "Remember, today is your day off. You're supposed to be at home, not here." He chuckled, shaking his head.But then it clicked! I suddenly remembered that today wasn't a workday. It was a public holiday. Shit! How did that escape my memory? No wonder everything looked empty, the roads were clear, and traffic was nonexistent. To be honest, I had noticed that Clara wasn't at her desk, and I was about to call her and tell her she was fired for not being at her post."But what about you?" I asked. "What are you doing here?"Marcel just rolled his eyes and said, "I have some things. I coul