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My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I was sure Alora could hear it through the door. I quickly splashed more cold water on my face, wiped the sweat from my neck, and forced my voice to sound normal.“Everything’s fine, Alora!” I called back, hating how breathy I sounded. “I just… dropped something heavy. Sorry if I startled you.”A soft, understanding laugh came from the other side. “No worries at all, darling. Take your time.”Her footsteps faded down the hall. I sagged against the counter, Derick’s cum still warm and thick as it slowly trickled down my inner thighs. The sight of my flushed, well-fucked reflection in the mirror made fresh shame twist in my stomach , right alongside another pulse of unwanted heat between my legs.The rest of the afternoon dragged by in a haze of tension. Alora was her usual warm, elegant self, but every kind word from her felt like a knife. Derick, meanwhile, was shameless. His touches grew bolder whenever her back was turned: a possessive grip

Alora’s car pulled up the driveway exactly thirty-eight minutes after the call. I had barely finished showering and changing into a fresh uniform when I heard the front door open. My thighs still trembled from the morning’s final round with Derick, and his cum was still leaking out of me despite my best efforts to clean up.Guilt crashed over me the moment I saw her smiling face.“Hazel! You look a little flushed, darling. Did you sleep well?” Alora asked, pulling me into a quick, warm hug. She smelled like expensive perfume and innocence. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole.“Yes, Alora. Welcome home,” I mumbled, unable to meet her eyes for long.Derick descended the stairs looking perfectly composed in a charcoal button-down and slacks, as if he hadn’t spent half the night ruining me in her bed. He kissed Alora’s cheek casually. “Good trip?”“Productive,” she replied, brushing a hand down his chest. “I missed you both. The house feels different when I’m gone.”If only you knew ho

Derick pulled his spent cock from my mouth with a wet pop, a thick string of saliva and cum connecting my swollen lips to the glistening head. I swallowed the last drops obediently, gasping for air, my throat raw and my jaw aching. He stared down at me with dark, satisfied eyes, thumb brushing across my messy lower lip.“Up,” he ordered. “We’re not done.”He didn’t wait for me to stand. He hauled me to my feet, kissed me hard,tasting himself on my tongue…then threw me over his broad shoulder like I weighed nothing. My uniform was bunched around my waist, ass exposed, as he carried me down the long hallway toward the master bedroom.My heart raced. This was crossing every line. Alora’s bedroom. Her bed. Yet the forbidden thrill only made me wetter.Derick kicked the door open and tossed me onto the massive king-sized bed. The silk sheets felt cool and luxurious against my heated skin. He stood at the foot of the bed, slowly unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, revealing a powerful, sculp

Derick’s cock throbbed deep inside me, stretching my pulsing walls as the phone continued to ring. Alora’s name glowed on the screen like a warning. My eyes widened in panic, but he only smirked, that wicked, arrogant curve of his lips making my pussy clench harder around him.“Answer it,” he repeated, voice low and commanding. He rolled his hips in a slow, torturous grind, rubbing against my sensitive clit.I reached for the phone with a trembling hand and swiped to accept the video call. Derick stayed buried to the hilt, barely moving, but the subtle shifts of his thick cock inside me made it nearly impossible to keep my voice steady.“Hi, Alora,” I breathed, trying to sound normal.Her face appeared on the screen. She looked relaxed, sitting in what appeared to be a hotel suite. “Hazel! Just checking in. How’s everything going? Is Derick treating you well?”Derick chose that exact moment to give one deep, deliberate thrust. I bit my lip hard to swallow a moan. “Y-yes, ma’am. Everyt

Alora’s voice grew louder outside the terrace door. My heart slammed against my ribs as Derick’s fingers hovered dangerously close to slipping beneath the hem of my uniform skirt. The heat of his body pressed against my back, his breath hot on my neck. Just as the door handle turned, he stepped back smoothly, his hand falling away like nothing had happened. I grabbed the vase and polished it furiously, cheeks burning. Alora stepped inside, slipping her phone into her pocket with a pleasant smile. “Sorry about that, darling. Work never stops.” She glanced between us, completely unaware. “How are you getting on, Hazel?” “Very well, thank you,” I managed, my voice steadier than I felt. Derick had already returned to his laptop at the island, looking every bit the composed businessman. Alora spent the next two hours training me with the same surprising patience. She showed me how to properly fold the linens in the hallway closet, which surfaces needed special cleaner, and exactly how

Prologue “Oooh… yes… please don’t stop,” Hazel gasped, her fingers gripping him as if he were the only thing holding her together. His breath was hot against her ear, uneven, desperate. “You like that?” Derick murmured, his voice low, rough with need. “Tell me you like it.” She couldn’t find the words. Her body answered for her the arch of her back, the way she clung to him, the way she forgot, for a few reckless seconds, who he was supposed to be. Sweat rolled from his forehead onto her bare skin, the heat of him consuming her, surrounding her. She stared into his eyes, searching for hesitation, for guilt or anything that would stop this. There was nothing but only physical hunger. His movements grew more urgent, more intense, and she felt herself slipping, losing control, losing reason. Her breath hitched, her heart racing faster and faster as the edge drew closer. “Don’t look at me like that,” he whispered, though he never looked away. But she couldn’t stop. She wan