All Chapters of THE STAINED LUNA: An Affair With My Mate's Father: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

As the car approached one the supervisor she frequented, Ana found herself contemplating whether she should buy fruits. She didn’t want to show up with a basket of produce only to find that Theo had already stocked up. After a moment of indecision, she shrugged and decided to get a few apples and bananas. Better safe than sorry, she thought. Besides, there was no way Cecil would reject fresh fruits.At the store, she wandered through the aisles, picking up the apples and bananas, and then her eyes caught on a section of baby toys. She smiled, thinking of little Camden, and grabbed a few colorful rattles and teething rings. As she moved further down the aisle, she remembered the dark circles she had noticed under Cecil’s eyes during their video call. So she decided to pick a few eye masks and a few face masks also, hoping they might help the tired look she had.With her purchases in hand, she headed to the checkout, went back to the car and then continued her journey. Fourteen minutes

The next morning, it was raining heavily. 7 a.m. looked like 3 a.m., and it was cold, super cold. Ana pulled her blanket tighter around herself, reluctant to leave the warmth of her bed. She could hear the rain pounding against the window, and the faint sound from the downstairs.She turned to see her door slightly ajar, no wonder she could hear sounds from downstairs, because she was pretty sure one won't be able to hear anything with how loud and heavy the rain was.She sighed, knowing she couldn’t stay in bed forever, even if that was tempting. Gathering her little strength, she threw off the covers and sat up, glaring into space, wondering why she even bothered waking up. She groaned as she climbed down from the bed and quickly grabbed her robe, shivering as she made her way to the bathroom. The chill in the air was biting, and she had a feeling she was going to regret it if she bath that morning. Imagine frostbites all over her body, gave her giant goosebumps. Deciding against a

Victor carefully picked a bottle of tequila and another from the cellar. He took the two bottles to the kitchen, a grin spreading across his face as different thoughts and images danced through his mind.In the kitchen, he opened the cabinet and reached for the basket where they kept the lemons when he didn't find any. He picked a plump, bright yellow lemon from the sour fruit basket on the counter and placed it in a small wicker basket along with the tequilas. Satisfied with his selection, he added a small fruit knife to the basket. He then made his way back to the living room, where Ana was sprawled out on the table, her juicy, tight cunt on display only for him. He stood there staring at her with a satisfied smile. Watching her squirm under his gaze made blood flow to his cock, and he cursed internally as he glanced down, seeing it pulsate with need.He shook his head, even more determined to take his time. He turned and went back upstairs, carefully searching for the items he nee

He whipped her again, this time across her breasts, watching her body react to the sensation. She arched her back, pushing her chest towards him, craving the sharp sting and the rush of heat that followed.His smirk widened. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with satisfaction. He leaned in, kissing the spots where the whip had landed, his lips soothing the reddened skin. “I love seeing you like this.”Ana’s breath hitched as his mouth moved over her, the contrast between the sting of the whip and the softness of his kisses heightening her arousal. “It feels so Fucking good,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.Victor’s hands continued their journey, exploring every inch of her body. He cupped her breasts, squeezing gently before taking off the clips and taking her nipples between his fingers, twisting them slightly. She moaned, her body responding to every of his touch.“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, his lips trailing down to her stomach. He

Penelope brought out her credit card and handed it to the cashier with a soft smile. The young man behind the counter blinked in surprise. He was used to seeing Penelope come in with her friends, and they were usually less than pleasant. "Here you go," she said, her voice gentle, he almost wanted to tell her to stop pretending. Usually when they begin to act nice, it was to make fun of him.The cashier, taken aback by her sudden change in demeanor, carefully collected the card from her hand. He swiped it, his movements deliberate and cautious, almost as if he were afraid the moment might shatter if he wasn't careful. The transaction went through without a hitch, and he handed the card back to her."Thank you," Penelope said, maintaining her soft smile as she tucked the card back into her wallet."Uh...are you okay?”“What?” she asked raising her head to look at him.“Nothing. You're welcome," he replied, still a bit dazed. "Have a nice day."Once they were outside, her friends turned