ANASTASIABehave, or you will pay, were his words. I don’t know why something in me wants to pay, so I dare him.I don’t get to see his face or reaction because my feet give out and the world turns upside down. No, it’s not my feet or the world. It’s him as he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, landing me roughly on the desk. Denver doesn’t do gentle; in fact, he is the furthest thing from gentle. He is coarse, harsh, and strict.So damn strict that my thigh clench in remembrance of his authoritarian lusty commands.He throws every fucking thing off the desk and arranges my butt properly on it. My heart is pounding against my chest, and it’s about to burst.“Everything you have been talking about, you will show me. Now.” He doesn’t say anything or do anything more than what he just said, but his gaze does everything, as if I should erupt like a volcano undergoing an eruption blast.“ Huh?” It’s as if my mouth has been sealed, but literally not when I’ve been confidently sayi
DENVERThis is beyond losing my mind. I think I totally lost it the moment I motioned my fingers into her tight, clammy pussy. Fuck, that was the end of me. Maybe there should be an announcement that Denver is dead and there’s a new person with his name.I couldn’t believe the way her pussy almost strangled my fingers and flooded right in front of me as if it were only mine. As if it recognizes me as its only owner.Fuck, I should own that pussy from now on, from the way it accepted me and responded to my fucking touch.I had never seen a girl that wet right in my hands; she’s full of life and sweetness. I couldn’t keep my dick calm as I went wild in my imagination while I fingered her. Coupled with the fact that her beige eyes captured all my attention, she’s beautiful as hell.Anastasia has the kind of beauty of a princess who has been living in the castle since she was born and living a luxurious kind of life, but her story says otherwise. Although she doesn’t look like she came fr
ANASTASIASilence.There's been fucking silence since we drove back home.Home?Did I just call Denver’s house my home? Since when did that thought begin to earnestly etch in my brain?I don’t deny that it sounds pleasant to call his house my home, even though I strongly feel it’s temporary, just like the new development that just happened between the two of us.When we were on our way back home, I thought maybe, just maybe, it’s all a dream and I was still stuck in it, but then I could stare at him while he drove and I could smell him.Those notes of spices and wood lingered through my nostrils. It was reality.He had truly fucked me with his fingers and said dirty words that got my traitor pussy so wet and oddly painful.So it couldn’t have been a dream because Denver has been right here with me. But since I got dismissed from his office, he has barely said a word to me.His eerie silence seems to have glued my lips; I couldn’t break the silence even when my boldness was at its peak
ANASTASIAPossession. Raw and deep, and so damn dangerous. It’s all I see in him.His expression is something I've never seen before, or maybe he’s never let me see it; he stares at me with so much emotion as if he’s going to undress me with his eyes.I’ve never seen anyone stare at me this way, with so many desires and so much fire in their eyes.But instead of running away from it, I face it with so much audacity, like I’m not scared to see what might destroy me or ruin my life for good. I bare my soul and body for it. I want it. His possessiveness. All of it in his damn gorgeous eyes.I want every bit of it.Every fucking last drop of it.“What are you about to do to me?” I bite my lips so hard. I love playing so dumb, even though I see what’s coming for me. I glide my thighs together because it’s so freaking wet. The wetness rubbing on my thighs alone makes me want to do crazy things.But I don’t do anything; instead, I play dumb and let his possessiveness take charge of everythin
DENVERI’ve never gotten myself involved in anything without a proper plan, and I’ve always been in control. I’ve never spiraled out of control in anything. I love being the king of the ring. I love being in charge.But right now, I’m not in charge for the first time. Imagine my fucking surprise when I find myself in a game I didn’t plan for. A game that shouldn’t have existed in the first place.I’m in the middle of it now. Right there where Anastasia is. She is the game; she says, Play with me all you want; I will be your toy.Those mere words fucking turned me into a sexual beast, as did the way she gave me permission to play with her as I wished. Touch her delicate, tight pussy, torture her, and make her sensitive to my touch. That privilege is the reason for my loss of control.It’s been a week since the day I broke my own protocol and brought sex to my work space, where I tasted her out and ate her sweet cunt.I don’t miss playing games with work; it never happens, not even when
ANASTASIAThere is one thing about having bad memories, and there’s another when a particular sound triggers the memories.Currently, that’s the issue I’ve been battling with, the beeping of my phone. Scientifically, it is about being traumatized by sounds and happens after a traumatic experience.Since I started searching for who my parents are, basically not because I desire to see them but for the sake of hating more on them. I strongly want to meet my biological parents and watch as the regret displays in their eyes for leaving me, and then I would walk away permanently and they would never see me again.I want them to live with regret like I’ve lived with pain all my life. I want them to be ashamed and astonished that I truly didn’t die and that I survived. I survived even after they abandoned me.I haven’t gotten a reasonable response from the professional genealogist I hired a week ago. And this gives me tremors—fear of the failed research of my biological parents.Whenever my
ANASTASIAA full-body shudder jolts through me, and my spine tingles as I hear his voice.Not only do I stand up unknowingly from my seat, but my whole body also hums to life, and I grab the edge of the coffee table.From my slow intake of air to the curling of my toes in my shoe and all the way to my heaving heart.My body goes through a total tremor, but my nipples and pussy do otherwise, as it tightens like an invisible hand is rubbing on my nipples and a middle finger is motioned into my pussy.It’s just a voice, Anastasia. Damn it.A voice among trillions of others, although it’s not merely any voice, it’s his voice. The man I’m not supposed to be crushing on, because he isn’t just my ex’s dad but married and older than me by twenty years.It feels so wrong, but my heart makes it feel right because he touches me too. He touches me because he wants and likes me, right?He likes me.I think he does.I mean, he wouldn’t keep me unnecessarily in his house and do very naughty things w
ANASTASIAHe is huge.I’ve felt his erection in my stomach, my ass, and my pussy everywhere, and he was probably big, but nothing could have prepared me for what I’m seeing in front of me. Maybe I didn’t get a clearer view of it from the onset, but now I can.His cock is bigger than I expected, veiny, as masculine as his arms, and so lengthy that I fear my pussy will be too small for it. It will be too tight to contain his dick, and it can possibly tear me apart. But I’m not scared because it’s him; I want all of him, every bit of him, even though it will hurt.My mouth waters as I stare long at its thickness, and my pussy clenches around his fingers.I spot a transparent liquid rolling down from the tip of his cock; it’s sticky to his hands as he pumps his length. He isn’t gentle, even though he slowly pumps it, and I’m caught in a trance by the way he touches himself. So completely in order that I wish it was my hand stroking on his veiny, thick cock or, better yet, my mouth.“Fuck,
ANASTASIAIt’s girls night!Since Denver is out with his stepbrother, I decided to go out with Karina to catch up on all the time I've been away.I’m with her right now, at the club where we had once visited before she found Chloe and fell in love with him.We’re sitting in the area with dim red lights, excluding a sense of privacy and anonymity. It doesn’t mean we can’t be seen by others in the club, but it doesn’t give off the flashy vibes.I’m dressed in a flowery yellow short dress purchased by Denver, and my hair is twisted in a French hairstyle. Karina is wearing a tank top and a blue trouser that’s barely covering her stomach.The waiter heads to our table, and I order my usual chocolate milkshake, and she orders her usual as well. The word obsession is real, and we are in that category, stuck with our favorite drinks."So you go first! Pour out your heart to me, girl!” I tap on the table, grinning as I wait for her to start spilling all the details I must have missed."I'm pre
DRAKEThere are only two of that necklace in the world; it was the same necklace I customized for my lost daughter and Astrid, my wife.I don’t want to assume yet, so I called Astrid to be on her way to the penthouse, where I usually relax when I need some time to think.Astrid is cool with me having a separate house to myself as long as I always come home to her. And sometimes she would meet me up at the penthouse and spend the entire night together.I sit in the bar area with a glass of whiskey and ice as I spin slowly on the bar stool. When we gave birth to our first and only child, Annabel, we had only spent a few days with her before she got stolen from us.Astrid almost died of a heart attack due to the loss of our baby; we searched everywhere for her, but we couldn’t find her. We used the same necklace, but we totally lost her.Astrid still has traumas about the loss of her baby, including the nonstop nightmare and the jerking from her sleep at night. Sometimes she says her bab
ANASTASIA“Welcome back, Anna. Don’t you think your internship should be over by now?” Chloe smirks at me, and I just stare blankly at him. But he smiles nonchalantly, like he always does."Chloe, I told you to stop picking on her. And don’t let Denver hear you speaking to her in this tone; he will cut off your balls, and I truly don’t want your balls out yet. I still want you to fuck me some more." Karina winks at me as she teases him.My face is radiant with a bright smile, and her teasing Chloe made me giggle even more. She turns to me with her arms wide spread."I'm happy to have you back. Gosh, I had no one to gossip with! You just left me all alone!” Rolling her eyes, she falls into my open arms as well.“As for you, Chloe, don’t you think you don’t deserve to be with my friend?” It’s my turn to pick on him, and this time I come with the full energy."Come on, Anna. Must you two fight all the time?” She glances at me, then back to Chloe, and the smile on my face keeps getting wi
DENVERAnastasia is fast asleep, and I can’t stop staring at her. She looked so disturbed when she saw Sandra’s call.And to make her feel at peace, I declined Sandra’s calls, whispering to her that she doesn’t have to worry anymore about Sandra or anyone.And I owe Sandra nothing; it's not compulsory to take her calls.I meant every word I said to Anastasia. I chose her, and I will continue to choose her for the rest of my life. There is no other option aside from being with her.I've thought a lot about what we are going to do together once we leave the UK and return home. Also, I don’t tell her about the surprise part yet.Since I want us to be official, I need to give her an apartment in her name. An apartment she would make her home, and even though she is the only home I want to return to, I would so much love living with her in the apartment.An apartment secured with cameras and security. This is because I know who Sandra is and how much length she can go. Aside from wanting A
ANASTASIA"Even right now.” His tempting voice immersed in my brain, and the only thing that makes sense now is this man's touch.Fuck, he couldn’t even resist as he took in my breath and I breathed in his. He brings his teeth snatching my lips and kisses me so delicately, like precious porcelain.“Gosh, I miss these fucking lips.” I murmur into his mouth. The kissing part is hot, but I can’t wait to have him deep inside me.I wrap my leg around his waist; he holds me so tight as he kisses the hell out of my lips.My nipples begin to ache, desperate for his hands on them. I think this man always has a way of making me lose my mind.Like I’m doing right now. I feel so hot; I’m not gentle as I tear off the tank top on me, leaving my boobs to fall out in front of him.His eyes darkened with temptation as he stared at my pink nipples. The lust in his eyes is alluring. In that swift moment of him staring at my hard and pink nipples, I stare at his gorgeous face.I can’t stop emphasizing how
ANASTASIAI could sense his arrival. I heard the sound of the car all the way from my room. I had just called him a few minutes before I got back home.I don't believe he is suddenly in front of my house; it's as if he abandoned everything he was doing and ran to me.I couldn’t express myself on the phone; I was short of words as tears streaked down my blue eyes. I only said a few words to him and ended the call. “You know what it means by seeing my call again, Denver.”Fuck, I miss calling his name. I miss my lips calling him mine. He has always been mine, but I had been too scared to voice it out.Now, it finally feels like I can call him mine without being scared of his reactions to it. It’s so calming thinking of how this man made me feel—not the bad part but the good ones. It’s so erotic whenever I remember the hot sex we had multiple times.God, I can’t be mad at him anymore. I should really give him a second chance. After all his efforts? I’m convinced he is truly sorry for wha
ANASTASIAD...Did he really say he loved me?Every hair on my skin stood firm the moment he whispered those words. I almost melted in his arms, but I couldn’t risk it. I still needed to trust him more.My entire life, I had been waiting for those words. I was speechless for a brief moment as my inner walls crumbled helplessly. The fact he said those words without blinking or without breaking eye contact with me sent a jolt of excitement through my bones.I wanted to jump and hug and kiss him until I could no longer breathe, but I paused. I had so much restraint from going close to him because I couldn’t break my own heart again. I broke my own heart by trusting and expecting so much from him, but I couldn’t make that same mistake again.His presence has always had effects on me, and I didn’t believe my thigh clenched when he came closer to me, and at that moment the only air I could breathe was his.I took in his fucking manly scent as my eyes ran through his broad shoulders and his
DENVER She needs me. She could be angry and hate me to the core, but my Ana needs me. I know her better than anyone else, and I’m well aware that she’s been having sleepless nights.I knew shit was hitting the fan when I couldn’t perceive her chocolate fragrance on her anymore. It only means one thing: that she’s not been taking her milkshake since she left New York, and that’s a fucking record. If she stopped taking something she's been obsessed with, then it's the scariest shit ever.The way she looked, the way her eyes lost the shine and brightness—the real Anastasia is almost gone. I can’t let that happen; I can’t do that, so I asked her close friend to go after her as soon as she ran angrily from the bar.That wasn't Ana. That was pain talking. It was the first time I had seen her that mad. I don't ever want to see that part again.Even though she doesn’t want me to go after her, there are several other ways I could use to save my Ana.Pacing about in front of the apartment wher
ANASTASIA I would be stupid if I said I wasn’t hurting. It’s been over a week since it happened, but I will never be the same again, not when I can’t erase my memories. How am I supposed to forget it like it never happened?No matter what I try, I can’t seem to forget it or what schemes I attempt to indulge in; I can’t take him off my mind, even though thinking about him hurts like hell.His name and thoughts always pop up in my head, literally unexpectedly. How can I stop thinking about him when it’s bedtime? Or when I’m about to take a bite of my meal or take a sip of my milkshake?Fuck, my world has been so entangled with him that it’s so difficult to disentangle myself.Or how the bloody fuck do I delete moments of him from my head? He’s the first person I think of when I wake up, and the freaking last person I think of when I shut these pretty eyes of mine.I know I should stop thinking about him, but I feel like I need closure to move on. I need answers to why he did those thing