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
~ 4 hours earlier ~ 4 hours earlier at the Marisspasia modeling agency. The continuous capturing sounds of a camera could be heard, accompanied by the occasional murmured compliments and instructions from the photographer. His admiration for the stunning model he was working with was evident in his every movement. Working with her was always a pleasure for him, as she effortlessly conveyed the exact emotions and expressions he needed to capture, making his job quick and effortless. Unlike some other models he had worked with, she didn't just smile and pose for the camera; she truly embodied the character he wanted her to portray, conveying the required expressions in just a matter of seconds, while others struggled to do so. Snap! Snap! Snap! âYeah, that is! Wow, try looking furious now; yeah, damn good, you are natural; look wild, like a temptress. Damn right! Yeah,â the photographer said, as he kept snapping at Clara. She was at the photoshoot for the latest Marisspasia cosmet
The first place Clara went after successfully escaping was the amusement park. It had been a long-cherished dream for her, a place she had yearned to visit ever since she was a child. She had asked her parents to take her there on several occasions, but they always denied her requests, citing her fragile heart as the reason. Even after she received a new heart, their concerns persisted, and they continued to forbid her from indulging in any potentially strenuous activities.They were apprehensive about the possibility of her having a relapse. So they prohibited her from participating in activities that might cause her stress. Not only were her outings restricted, but she was also denied the opportunity to train alongside her siblings. Whenever she voiced her concerns about the importance of being prepared, her parents reassured her that she had guards to protect her. As a result, Clara had always been accompanied by her guards wherever she went. This suffocating level of supervision
âI want her in my bed,â Octavio declared, his eyes still fixated on Clara.âBut boss, this isn't a club or our territory where you can pick up any bitch you want. Besides, my sister will be hurt if she finds out you're still sleeping around..." Dimitri started to say, but his words were cut short when Octavio silenced him with a chilling glare."I don't care about your sister's feelings. She chose to be my wife, knowing my nature! I want her in my bed before I leave, and it's your job to make it happen," Octavio commanded in a domineering tone."Yes, boss," Dimitri responded, getting up from his seat and leaving the table.Dimitri went out of the restaurant and accessed the database, searching for information about the woman who had been at the counter. After a thorough search, he approached the counter. âHi, can you please help check something on my phone for me?â Dimitri asked, handing his phone to the woman with a charming smile, his killer dimples adding to his appeal."Of course
Alan woke up to the constant sound of a phone ringing, and he found it was for the woman sleeping in his arms. He looked down at how she had her face buried in his chest, her steady breathing fanning his skin, and he felt protective of her. He wanted to take care of her. But after everything else he was feeling towards her, he still wants Michelle. Since the day he set his eyes on Michelle a year ago, he wanted her to be his; he became a professor just to be near her and win her heart little by little. A year ago, Alan received a call from his sister's school that she got into a fight with a few boys, beating them to a pulp, so his presence was needed urgently because the boys' parents were angry and demanded his sister, Irene, be expelled since it wasn't the first time she was beating someone. Alan took on the role of his sister's guardian at a very young age since their parents were always busy with work. But when he arrived at the school and saw Michelle, he fell in love with he
It was 3 at dawn when Luis woke up to the sound of his phone on the nightstand vibrating. He groaned in annoyance before reaching for it. He saw Brad, one of his dad's bodyguards, name flash on the screen. With a quick swipe, he answered the call, bringing it to his ear. His father's bodyguard calling him at this hour meant there was an urgent matter.âWhatâŠâ Luis opened his mouth to speak when Brad's urgent voice sounded.âYoung boss, we were returning from the trade at the border but got ambushed on the way. Your dad and his right hand, Diego, have been rushed to the hospital; their current situation is bad.â Luis suddenly sat up, causing the petite woman lying in his arms to shift, but she went back to sleep clutching the pillow he placed in her arms.He got out of bed and rushed to the bathroom after calling his head maid and requesting her to provide him with a pack of contraceptive pills.Once dressed, Luis came out of his closet, and at that moment there was a knock on the door
The sun was shining through the windows when Michelle opened her eyes. Her lashes fluttered as she tried to adjust to the bright light. A smile crept on her face as she recalled memories from the previous night. Luis made love to her and professed his love for her; he loves her. She tightened her arms around Luis' body⊠but it was softâŠ? Her eyes slowly stretched wide, and her lips parted when she realized she was hugging a pillow. âWhere is he?â she thought, sitting up but groaning in pain. It was painful. She turned to get out of bed but let out a startled scream upon spotting Amanda, Luis' head maid, seated beside the bed with her head resting on the mattress as she slept. âAmanda?â Michelle murmured, gently patting her on the shoulder. Startled, Amanda leaped up and said, âI'm sorry, madam.â She rubbed her eyes and added in an apologetic tone, âI didn't mean to doze off, but I thought you were tired and didn't want to disturb you.â Michelle nodded and said. âI understand. Why
It was a few minutes past midnight when Luis arrived home. The day has been long and tiring. He and some men went to the border town where the ambush happened and got some surveillance footage and witnesses. Some forensic experts checked the car to see if it was tampered with. It was past 5:30 pm when they finally left the location. But on the way back, Luis handed over the investigation to the gang leader and took a detour to the hospital. Even though it hasn't been 24 hours yet, his father's vitals were stable, and he has been transferred to his private ward. Their grandparents arrived and insisted Martina and Clara go home and return the next day. They convinced Lucy and her daughter too. At the parking lot, Luis asked Clara to ride in his car. He finally broke the silence in the car after watching his nervous sister shift uncomfortably in the seat and fidget with her fingers for a while. âWhat happened to you last night?â "Nothing, brother,â Clara answered nervously. She was
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