All Chapters of Rejected : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

He stands up and I look at him with my hooded eyes, this man is a sex god.He steps back and slowly removes his shirt, he slowly unbuttons it as if teasing me.I bite my lips when he throws the shirt on the floor and begins to unbuckle his belt. He pulls it down along with his boxer briefs and not once did we break eye contact.His huge and hard cock springs free from its confinement and my falls open in a gasp.That thing cannot fit into me.He is way bigger than my pussy's elasticity.He is twice the size of Rhys and he was an average man."Don't worry baby, it is going to fit" he smirks and steps out of the dress."I am not a man who makes love, Casma. I fuck, and I go hard. Can you take it?" he asks staring at me as if I was his pry.I nod my head in daze."with words darling"he says" Yes"I whisper licking my lips."Good girl. Now come here"he says and I do.I kneel on the bed, and he steps in front of me.I take his throbbing cock into my hands, fisting it, trying to cup him bu

Two weeks laterIt has been two long weeks since our return from Italy, and the weight of our unspoken night together hangs heavy in the air between Ruine and me.Despite our joint efforts to mend the fallout from Zia's betrayal, Ruine's avoidance felt like a sharp sting, a constant reminder of the distance that had grown between us.I find myself yearning for a moment to address the lingering tension, to unravel the emotions that had been left unspoken.Each passing day only seems to deepen the hurt that nestles within my heart, a silent ache that echoes in the quiet moments of our shared struggle to repair what has been broken.I make my way to his office determined to speak to him whether he likes it or not.Just before I can reach his office, someone pulls me into an empty room and their lips falls on mine.I am about to hit the person because instinct takes over but I stop when I realize it was Ruine."Ruine..." I moan when I feel his hands in my skirt cupping me through my pant

As we arrived at the grand gala, the red carpet stretched before us like a river of opulence. Stepping into the spotlight, the cameras' flashes painted the scene with bursts of light. In that moment, Ruine's hand found mine, a firm and reassuring grasp that anchored me amidst the dazzling chaos.His touch, warm and steady, whispered a silent promise of solidarity in the midst of the glamorous whirlwind.Every step we took together felt like a shared journey, his presence a shield against the overwhelming attention. Surrounded by the buzz of excitement and the clicking of cameras, his hand in mine was a lifeline, a connection that spoke louder than any words could express.We crossed the threshold into the lavish gala, the air was filled with an aura of sophistication and grandeur. Ruine, by my side, turned to his business associate and uttered those words that pierced through the facade of glamour – "This is Casma, my date." The distinction between "date" and "girlfriend" may seem sli

I stood there, my heart racing as the door slammed shut behind Casma. A mix of anger and confusion swirled inside me, but as the silence settled in, I felt a pang of regret creeping in. I never wanted to hurt her like this. I stared at the closed door, her final words echoing in my mind. “I wish I never met you.” They hit me like a punch to the gut. I had pushed her away with my harshness, and now she was gone, leaving behind a void that felt unbearable. I wanted to call after her, to tell her I was sorry, to explain that I didn’t mean it, but the words got stuck in my throat. Instead, I just stood there, feeling the emptiness of the room wrap around me like a shroud. The weight of my actions pressed down on me, and I realized how much I had taken her presence for granted. I felt lost, like a part of me had just walked out the door with her. The anger that had fueled my outburst faded, leaving behind a deep sense of loneliness. I knew I had to make things right, but the thought of f

As the day wore on, I noticed that the soft sounds of the room shifted. Lilac stirred and slowly opened her eyes, but instead of finding solace, her face crumpled with grief. She began to cry and moan for her husband, the deep, heart-wrenching sobs echoing through the stillness. It was a sound that pierced my heart, and I felt tears welling up in my own eyes as I watched her struggle with her pain.When she finally caught sight of me, her expression changed, and the floodgates opened even wider. The sight of me seemed to bring back the weight of her sorrow, and I could see the rawness of her emotions as she cried harder. Without hesitation, she welcomed me into her arms, and I wrapped my own around her, holding her tightly. In that moment, I felt the warmth of her grief, the weight of her loss, and the desperate need for comfort.I whispered soothing words, trying to be the support she so desperately needed. I could feel her trembling against me, and I knew that this was a moment wher