Semua Bab A DEAL WITH THE BILLIONAIRE: Bab 21 - Bab 30

"Please, Arrow, you can use the door," Kalmia replied as she approached the room entrance and gestured with her hands that Arrow had to leave. He did not take his eyes from Mia's; those eyes were dripping in sadness yet yearning. Arrow rose from the bed slowly, deliberately, as if every movement he made was to be savored through an intake of every second spent with Kalmia.She stepped aside as he neared the door, her eyes not meeting his. The tension between them was so great; the air was thick with unspoken feelings.Arrow reached the door, opened it, and stepped out into the hallway, almost in tears. He looked back at Kalmia for one last time to catch a glimpse of some change in her expression, but her face was still resolute.He reached the landing, his heavy heart with him, closed the door behind him, and began descending down the stairs. That heavy feeling only magnified with every step, as if it was tucking deep down in his chest.Arrow slowly walked downstairs, his eyes almost

*******************It was a shock, sudden and electric, as if one suddenly realized the truth had to be unmasked, a magician's curtain pulled back to reveal the trick behind the magic, the audience gasping in amazement with wonder."I am not hungry, neither thirsty," she replied in the voice of a child making its first tentative, stumbling steps into the unknown, where the ground was so unsure and the path not clear."Oh, okay," I said, my tone as neutral as a blank canvas, justly waiting for the flakes of colors that a creative mind would want to give it, where an artist's imagination ran wild and free."Arrrrrrr", I cleared my throat, and the voice cut through the night silent moment like a lonely bird singing its morning song where the melody was sweet and pure. And then, finally, the words fell out of my lips like a broken dam that burst open the high banks to let out a sea of emotions as the water ran out in cascades, sweeping with it everything that lay in the way.Everything w

KALMIA'S POVI lay there, spent and sated, my body twisted in an intricate web of limbs and pleasure. The sheets were all scrounged around us, a testament to the passion we'd just shared. I thought we were through, but then I felt Arrow's fingers dance down my thigh, settling onto my sensitive clit. "I thought we were done," I murmured, voice hoarse from exhaustion and desire.He chuckled low, a throaty sound that ran down my spine. "No, my love, my dick is still erect," he replied, his voice thick with lust. I felt him shift, his hardness pressing against my thigh, and a moan escaped my lips.In one smooth movement, he was inside me again, his cock filling me up in the most delicious way. I cried out, my body arching off the bed as he began to thrust. This time, there was no gentleness, no holding back. This time, there was no gentleness, no holding back. He was fucking me hard and fast, his movements urgent and demanding."Please, go slower," I begged, my voice no more than a whispe

ARROW'S POVStood beside me, her eyes on the door, her face a mask of silent determination. But we didn't have time to open the door before a man emerged from the shadows, his coming sudden and unexpected, like the soft, silent rustle of leaves in a fall breeze."Good day, sir," the man declared, his voice firm and authoritative, like the soft, gentle thumping of a summer drumbeat. I rose to him, my gaze locked on his, like the soft, gentle glance of a summer moon blazing full in the black heavens. "Good day, sir, Mr. Man," I replied, my voice measured and deliberate, like the languid, soothing beat of a summer's afternoon.His eyes contracted, such as the soft, mild concentration of a sunbeam, as he inquired,"Who are you looking for?" His voice was cautious, the gentle, soft hum of a summer bug, and it sounded like something illicit, something we could not be permitted to see. I was starting to get a creeping fear taking over me, the soft, gentle caress of a summer breeze on a hot,

ARROW'S POV I stood there, feeling that afterglow of a passionate session, with pride and satisfaction. "Why won't you get tired?" I asked, my voice low and husky, my eyes lighting up with amusement, "Don't you know I'm a king?" "When I insert my dick in you, I shoot fire," I said, letting my words hang in the air dangling like a challenge, a promise of pleasure and passion. Kalmia laughed immediately like a melody in the room, her eyes sparkling with mirth and amusement. "I consent, just let me rest small," the whispered voice was barely audible, like gentle, honeyed breezes on a summer's day. Gazing at her laid out on the bed in all relaxation and satisfaction, I could feel something brewing in me--an emotion of love and tenderness. "Mr. Dick," she called in a voice husky and seductive as her eyes sparkled with amusement and playfulness. So, she stretched out on the bed, at last relaxed and satisfied, and something seemed to bubble up inside me--a feeling of fondness and tendern