All Chapters of Forbidden Agreements: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

The bed rattled slightly, but Abihirt was more than careful when moving Moreau's body onto the mattress. The girl had been so sound asleep; as requested... this is what he did; positioning Moreau as comfortably as possible while spreading the thick blanket to cover the instinctively moving body. Not immediately walking away. Abihirt decided to simply sit on the edge of the bed for a while. Staring at the beautiful and innocent face that was closed while thinking about some things. Moreau had never known anything. Everything that turned out was a series of knots from events in the past. After all, this was how it was supposed to be. Everything was already done, just like Abihirt also knew nothing about his father's affair in the beginning. Like he was still too green to understand the civilization of marital conflict. Reality had all kinds of bitter sensations to be inhaled simultaneously. A woman loves her husband too much. Devoting life excessively with prospect

She and Juan got a surprise call to meet at the training center. At first Moreau thought there was something sudden that they couldn't guess, or some other danger that was never expected to show up in abundance. However, the knowledge of Abihirt's departure a moment ago, had left enough information in her mind to truly believe that all these coincidences connected them to a relevant interest. “What do you think your father was doing in Mr. Pablo's office earlier?” Juan's voice whispered very close and how Moreau could feel the man's touch instinctively on her shoulder. When she looked up, she found Juan's chin so close to the top of her head that she quickly pushed the man away by pressing the surface of his chest until Juan was pushed back an inch. “Maybe you shouldn't ask me that, Juan. Because I don't know why he was here when we were suddenly summoned.” Moreau took a few steps toward the empty bench—it would fit both her and Juan if the latter did the sa

The deep, raspy voice broke in almost too suddenly. Moreau had to blink a few times until she could reconcile the pounding in her heart, which was beating violently. There was no warning that Abihirt would soon be towering over her. The man's face was drenched in sweat with a few damp strands of hair falling across his forehead. A pristine view in the morning. Moreau couldn't understand why her mother would pass up something beautiful like this when Barbara herself could choose to be with the woman's husband for a little longer—say... not have to rush off on a trip to the office, and if that were the case... she was sure her mother would have no qualms about keeping Abihirt here,—just here—doing the rest of the things one could imagine with a wild mind. Woe, that was a very dirty shadow. Moreau blinked a few times and was unexpectedly choked by Abihirt's presence so close. Barely leaving any distance. She had to take determined action to simply walk a few steps b

In addition, Moreau could admire every detail of her stepfather's handsome face that looked sexy when he was aroused. With the man's lips sometimes open and hissing words faintly. She also could not hold back any longer from the need to move a hand to simply touch Abihirt's jaw there. In the state of still being pressed down, Moreau's whole body seemed to want to shake, but she soon bit her lip lightly. Closed her eyes. Letting the pleasure begin to slowly creep in that was truly unforgettable. With an excited gasp, Moreau really clung to her stepfather's body tightly. Perhaps understanding a little that she was touching the stitched scars on the man's shoulder—accidentally recognizing the shredded texture, though still feeling how Abihirt was pounding her gently below. "Oh... Moreau." The deep, hoarse voice that sounded hoarse for the first time said her name while facing the pleasure of making love. Something that made Moreau surprised, but also quite scared at the thought

The man's deep, husky voice whispered softly, sort of giving Moreau a hint not to create too much drama at times like this. Indeed, it wouldn't be too bad to leave her stepfather alone here. She swallowed harshly, making sure she was more than ready to walk away, yes, making sure it was best to take a step back; forget all this. Almost. And Abihirt immediately stopped such actions so that they would not have any more space between them. "Moreau, this is who am I. This is my behavior. I'm not disrespecting you." Again—as if it was said to make her understand. Moreau did not know how to react. If she just froze, she would probably let the pause between them go on for too long. But, really, Abihirt's attitude was very confusing. She did not understand her stepfather's purpose. It was too complicated. Gray... like the irises of the man's eyes that looked dark amidst the shafts of light that penetrated from the few vents in the wall. "Why do I get the feeling that you are a person wit