Two hours later, the plane arrived at Pearl City Airport⊠~~~"Did you enjoy your flight, Miss?" the air hostess inquired as Michelle exited the plane."Yes, I did, thank you," she replied with a small smile, making her way toward the airport's underground private parking lot. She hadn't informed Luis about her return, but if it were true he had someone keeping watch over her at school like Clara had informed her, then he would definitely be waiting for her at the parking lot.On reaching the gate, Michelle took a deep breath and gently pushed it, her eyes closed as doubts raced through her mind. âWhat if he isn't there?â"Open your eyes," Luis's familiar husky voice commanded. That voice that always sent shivers down her spine. A happy smile spread across her face as she obeyed his request. And there he stood, dressed in his signature attire: black jeans trousers matched with a black T-shirt, a black leather jacket, and black boots. Damn! He's fucking handsome, and tonight she was
âGet out!â Luis growled in a cold voice, frightening Michelle. Her heart began racing in an uncontrolled manner. However, she had made up her mind; she wanted to be Luisâ woman, and nothing was going to change that. With determined steps, she began to approach him. She stopped in front of Luis and asked, holding his gaze, âAm I not beautiful, Luis?â Luis muttered a few curses in a deep accent as he threw his head back, looking up at the ceiling, before saying, "You've got to be kidding me,â under his breath, that Michelle almost didn't make it out. He looked down at the beautiful woman who was asking him an obvious question he never expected to be spoken with her tempting plump lips. âWhere is his once confident tigress?â He sighed and replied. âYou already know the answer to that.â âBut I want to hear it from you. Am I ugly? Is that why you haven't kissed me up until now?â Michelle asked, and Luis groaned. The reason he hadn't touched her wasn't because she was ugly; it was because
Back in the living room, Luis stood there dazedly with his fingers caressing his lips where his little tigress had just kissed, watching as she ran up the stairs, with her hips that swayed seductively even with a little effort and her ass that bounced with every step she took. âFuck it, he can't anymore.â If only she knew the kind of torment she made him go through whenever she was there. He is a man; he has urges, urges he has been able to hold until now. But he doesn't think he can hold on any longer. He fucking wants her; he wants to feel himself inside her. He has been going nuts for the past two years after having a feel of her tight pussy. If only she knew he had finished taking a cold shower to jerk off the raging monster she had awoken within him that night, only for her to walk in fully naked, but he still managed to let her go without fucking the life out of her. âFuck it, man?â Luis cursed, his voice sounding hoarser than intended when his little brother's face sudden
Michelle nodded her head with enthusiasm at Luis' declaration. She has been dying to hear him stake his claim on her. But now that he is finally doing it, she finds herself unable to give him an answer. She eagerly wanted to tell him she belonged to him alone. But she couldn't find the voice; perhaps it was his fingers that were tightening around her throat, sending sensations she was unfamiliar with through her body, or it was her clit, which was painfully throbbing from his firmness, that was pressing right on it.âUse your words,â Luis commands in a hoarse voice, staring at Michelle straight in the eyes. And her beautiful face, which has become red due to lack of air.âYes⊠I'm only yours, Luis,â she managed to say. He nodded with a dangerous glint in his eyes, but then he got off her. Michelle propped up on her elbow and watched Luis' retreating form in utter shock as she tried to catch her breath. Luis walked to the sofa opposite the bed and sat down, facing Michelle and looking
Michelle trembled, feeling Luis kiss the spot he had bitten and licked. She turned to look at him, only to find him staring back at her with an intense gaze. âLuisâŠ?â She muttered dejectedly, feeling a sense of unease creeping over her as she noticed the way Luis' gaze kept darkening as it locked onto her. âWho is Alan?â he suddenly asked, causing Michelle's eyes to widen with surprise. âWhat?â âYou heard me, Michelle; who is he?â Michelle held Luisâ shoulders, looked him in the eyes, and answered. âHe's my professor.â âJust that? Because you two looked close.â âIs he jealous?â The thought filled Michelle with excitement; if Luis is jealous, it means he loves her, right?â âStay away from him,â Luis said, his tone sounding like a command. âHe's my friend, Luis; I can't stop being friends with him all of a sudden. Are you jealous?" Michelle asked, with teasing in her voice. âDon't let me repeat myself; I don't want you anywhere close to him, and you will do what I s
âDamn, She bit him, and it helped him snap out of his craziness. What has he done?â Luis thought, looking down at Michelle, filled with regret at his own actions. In a moment of frustration, he lashed out by punching the bed, and she gasped, fear written all over her beautiful face. Seeing the fear in Michelle's eyes shook Luis to the core. âWas she scared of him?â he thought. And just then, she began to push him away. He backed off, walking over to the closet, and got a new shirt for her to wear.âDamn it! He fucking messed up!â Luis heard the rumor about Michelle and her professor sometime last year but decided to stay calm after some investigation and never asked her about it. But today something in him snapped when he noticed her shaved pussy and the way she teased him while pleasuring herself. Her expertise was astounding. It was as if she were a fucking professional, and he couldn't help but think that Michelle could accomplish all that because she had been intimate with a man
âMichelle, I'm sorry,â Luis said remorsefully. Looking down at Michelle's tear-stained face, he could see she was in pain. He realized after fully penetrating her that she was untouched and her painful cry when he entered her. Fuck, he messed up again; his tigress didn't betray him, but because of his doubts, he fucking hurt her.âWhy are you apologizing?â Michelle asked angrily.âFor doubting you, I thought you...ââYou thought I fucked my professor.â Michelle completed Luis' words, "If you still believe I was unfaithful to you, why did you come to my room then?ââI'm sorry; please forgive me; I was stupid; it's just that seeing you relieve yourself, I thought... I was wrong.â"Luis, youâve hurt me,â Michelle said, but laughed with tears falling down her temples and added, âAnd you know what the funny part is? I always knew my first time would be painful because I knew you didn't love me enough to be gentle with me, but now that it finally happened, it hurts. My heart hurt so badly b
âDid it still hurt when I moved?â Luis asked.âNo, so make me yours,â Michelle said, and Luis nodded and said,âTell me if you feel any discomfort and want me to stop, okay?â Michelle nodded, and he began to thrust in and out, trying his best to go gentle. "Aaah!" Michelle moaned, her body trembling as pleasure began to build within her. Feeling consumed with pleasure. Luis, seeing her loosening up and her pussy that had begun to pulsate around his dick, bent over, taking her nipple in his mouth. He will suck, nibble, and lick, teasing her nipple with his tongue while he continues thrusting inside her.Michelle entangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer; she didn't want him to stop what he was doing to her. âDonât stop; faster, please,â she cried. Luis smirked and replied huskily.âYour wish is my command.â He pulled out of her and slammed into her as he began to move faster. Michelle moaned, arching her back, her hands grabbing a fistful of the bedsheets.âAhhhhhh!â she
âJade!â âMom!â Trey and Luis exclaimed simultaneously as Trey caught her in his arms protectively. He looked at her feet and frowned; seeing how bloodstained they looked, he immediately scooped her into his arms. âWhat happened to your feet?â he asked angrily, seeing she was hurt to such an extent but didn't get it treated. âPut me down; I can walk on my own,â Martina argued, hitting him on the chest. âShut up!â Trey scolded, his jaws clenched as he walked toward a private ward with Martina in his hands. He didn't understand why Martina was acting like that. He was the one who was supposed to be angry at her for her reckless behavior tonight. But here she was, making him a scapegoat. ~~ Trey gently laid Martina on the bed the moment they entered the private ward, and the nurse stepped forward to check her. âYou can go now; Lucia needs someone with her when she's wheeled out of the emergencyâŠâ Martina didn't land when Trey cut her off.. âWhat? Lucia? What happened to Lucia?â Tre
This chapter is rated 18+; blood and killing scenes ahead. Skip if uncomfortable. ~~~ Martina ran out of the warehouse in time to see the taillights of a car disappearing in the distance; she began running after the car barefooted. About fifteen minutes later, Martina saw the car stopped in the distance, and from the cold breeze, she realized they were at the seaside. âThey were planning to dispose of Lucia's body in the ocean.â Martina was out of breath, and her feet hurt from the debris and glass shards that had pierced them, but she refused to stop running, since any delay on her side, and those scumbags will dispose of Lucia's body. When Martina arrived at the sea cliff, the two boys had Lucia lying on a net with bricks around her as they planned to wrap her up and toss her into the sea. Fueled by an indescribable surge of anger, Martina didn't know when she swiftly reached for a brick and smashed it hard against one of the boys' heads. âWhat the hell!â the other boy exclai
It was a few minutes past 11 pm when Martina arrived at the underground parking lot. Her personal bodyguard, Carlos, opened the car door for her when he saw her approaching, but Martina spoke, stopping him.âCarlos, you and the men should leave first; I will take the other car. I need some time alone.â Carlos hesitated but said anyway,âBut madam, the boss would be very angry.ââThat's his business!â Martina snapped, her emotions overwhelming her. She looked at Carlos' face and warned, âI don't need any of you secretly following me; I trust you don't want to see me provoked?âMartina asked with a curved eyebrow. Carlos nodded, and she turned, walking to the driver's side of the car, and the chauffeur respectfully stepped out. In a few seconds the car drove out of the parking lot at full speed.âDamn it!â Martina cursed as she smacked the steering wheel angrily. Tears fell down her face as she turned onto a secluded road. Her phone began to ring then, and she knew it was her husband,
Clara looked at Octavio's face with teary eyes as he spoke. She recalled everything that happened three weeks ago, and her heart still hurts. He really hurt her, but he just told her he regretted it and he loved her, and after hearing his explanation, Clara wanted to forgive him, because there was no denying it. She loved him. She had fallen madly in love with Octavio without realizing it. But what if he hurts her again? Her poor heart can't take another heartbreak. Clara slowly pulled her hands out of Octavio's hands at the thought and said, âI'm sorry, Octavio. But I can't forgive you after everything you did to me. I'm just not heartless. I couldn't let you stay outside in the cold air all drenched up.â Clara looked at his face with a forced smile. âI will get you something to put on from my friend. You have to leave.â Clara said, turning and walking past him, but he grabbed her wrist. âLet go,â Clara said, her eyes fierce as she tried to yank her hand from him, but h
Three weeks later.New York.âClarissa!!â Octavio, who was holding a bouquet of red roses embedded with chocolate and a small silver bag, yelled from outside Clara's apartment once again. âClarissa, I'm sorry!!â he continued to yell. Marco's eyes, which were stabbing daggers, were fixated on the bastard, and he wished for once he could make a decision on Clara's behalf by killing Octavio once and for all.For the past two weeks, Octavio had become a stalker, stalking Clara everywhere she goes. Apologizing to her every day with different flowers. From different colors of roses, different colors of lilies, lilac, and red carnations.He would appear out of the blue during her photoshoots, at a restaurant she was dining at with a few endorsers, standing outside her apartment all night and outside her company all day. He was always outside Clara's apartment whenever she left home for the company, but he arrived at the company before her.The first time Clara saw him riding his motorbike
âBut Alan is not your real name?â Michelle questioned him, as a glint of disappointment flashed across her face. âYes, but I didn't marry you as Alan Moore but as Craig Jacobs,â Alan answered, and Michelle's face twisted into confusion. But she's always addressed as Mrs. Moore wherever they go. âWhat? ButâŠâ Michelle was rendered speechless. âBut what? Michelle. Did you take a look at our marriage certificate after you signed it? I thought I would explain things to you back then after you noticed there was a different name on the certificate. But you didn't even notice,â Alan said with a heartbroken expression. His bloodshot eyes fixated on Michelle's face. His heart ached from the pain of knowing the person he loves never held him dear. âAlan, I'm very sorry. But I⊠you forget it. Tell me why you changed your name. I want to know about you.â Michelle said, taking Alan's hand and squeezing it softly. She knew she was hurting Alan. Her selfishness caused all this mess, but in the
In New York.Clara woke up at the sound of a knock on her door. âWho is it?ââIt's me, Barbie doll,â Drake answered from the other side of the door. Clara looked at the time, and it was a few minutes past midnight. She sat up with her knees bent as she held the sheets to her chest.âCome in, Drake,â she drawled. The door opened, and Drake stepped in, taking hurried steps toward Clara. He sat on the bed and pulled her into a warm hug. Tears instantly fell out of Clara's eyes; she suddenly missed her mum dearly.âI want to go home,â Clara sobbed, hugging Drake tightly. She left home three years ago because of Octavio, and now he is the reason why she wants to return home. Yet she still can't bring herself to hate him.How pathetic is she?âI'm sorry, Barbie doll. But you know you can't breach the contract. You have a yearâââI can, Drake. My dad would pay any penalty. I just want to go home; I'm not happy here. I thought Octavio's arrival was what I needed to make my stay here worthwh
Alan was surprised when he received notification of Michelle's purchase at the mall. He had never expected Michelle to ever use the card, since he gave it to her long ago, but she never used it. He was on his way to a meeting when he got the notification, but after seeing it, he was filled with the urge to see Michelle. She didn't look well in the morning, and he wanted to see how she was doing. Alan turned to his assistant Jason, and said, âPostpone the meeting, and cancel all my appointments today.â âYes sir,â Jason replied respectfully. Alan turned and left without another word. The moment Alan sat in his car, he called one of Mitchell's nannies. âI'm heading to the mall now, bring Mitchell over.â âSir, we are already at the mall.â âOkay.â Alan hung up. He planned to take Michelle and Mitchell to dinner after she finished shopping. ~~ Thirty minutes later, the car Alan was riding in was arriving at the mall, when he received news about Michelle's disappearance. His heart
Luis' brown eyes darkened the moment they fixed on the flimsy red lacy panties Michelle was wearing. His body tightened with desire. She's wearing it for a man but not for him. âNo! Luis, please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit you! Don't do thisâŠ!â Michelle cried, struggling to break free, but Luis firmly held her down, with her hands on her back. She felt a tug, and she didn't need to be told her panties had been ripped off. Tears fell down Michelle's face as she stopped struggling. There was no point in struggling when Luis was intent on having his way. Luis was buckling his belt but stopped when Michelle stopped struggling. Conflicting thoughts raced through his mind as he tried to understand why Michelle stopped fighting him. But as usual, all his thoughts were condemning. One with Michelle thinking less of him. âAhh!â Michelle cried when Luis thrust two fingers into her without warning. More tears fell down Michelle's face, but this time, it wasn't sad tears. It was so