MasukMy heart hasn't settled. Kelvin’s fingers had just wrecked me, and now he sat there looking far too calm, licking the last traces of me from his hand like it was the most normal thing in the world. The movie roared on — loud action sequences, dramatic music blasting from the speaker beside us. Mrs Donovan and her daughter were still leaning forward, whispering excitedly about the plot, totally lost in the film. They hadn’t turned around once. I thought that was the end of it. That he’d let me catch my breath. But I was wrong. Kelvin shifted in his seat, his hand still gripping my wrist. In the flickering light of the screen, I saw him quietly unzip his pants, freeing his thick, hard cock. It sprang up, heavy and ready, the tip already glistening. My eyes widened in pure panic. “Kelvin… no,” I whispered desperately, trying to pull my hand away. “They’re right there. We can’t—” He cut me off by pulling me closer, his voice low and commanding against my ear. “Come here, and ri
Before I knew it, I was sitting beside Kelvin at the back in the dark place. The cinema was packed but luckily our row was a little away in the corner, right next to a big speaker that rumbled with every explosion and dramatic soundtrack. Mrs Donovan and Kelvin’s younger sister had taken the seats right in front of us, already leaning forward, eyes glued to the giant screen as the opening credits rolled. They were chatting excitedly in low whispers about the actors and plot, completely lost in their own world. The lights dimmed fully. Darkness swallowed everything except the bright glow of the movie. I tried to focus on the screen, my hands folded neatly in my lap, heart still racing from dinner. Kelvin’s leg had been teasing me under the table the whole meal — now we were in even more danger. He didn’t waste time. Barely five minutes into the film, his warm hand landed on my knee under the shared armrest. I tensed, gave him a warning glance in the dark. He just smirked, eye
Later that day… I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my dress for the third time. “You’re going to be fine,” Kelvin said from behind me, already dressed and looking… annoyingly perfect. I glanced at him through the mirror. “Easy for you to say.” He walked closer and rested his chin lightly on my shoulder. “You’re overthinking again.” “I’m not,” I muttered. “Your mother is not someone to take lightly.” He chuckled. “You’ll survive.” I turned and gave him a look. “If I don’t, I’m haunting you.” “That’s fine,” he said calmly. “I’ll still keep you.” I rolled my eyes. “Let’s just go.” Damn! …… The Donovan mansion was just as intimidating as I remembered. So big, quiet, with a lot of memories. My heartbeat increased the moment we stepped in. A familiar maid led us inside, and before I could prepare myself… “Lisa?!” I froze. Mrs Donovan was already walking toward us with a bright smile. I blinked in surprise. She… looked happy? “My dear!” she held my hands warmly. “It’s
Kelvin carried me upstairs like I weighed nothing, my legs still wrapped around his waist, our bodies sticky and flushed. He didn’t head straight for the bedroom though. Instead, he detoured to the bathroom, setting me gently on the counter before turning on the shower. “Stay right there,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. The cold water felt like heaven when we finally stepped under it together. Kelvin was surprisingly gentle now — the complete opposite of the man who had just bent me over the kitchen counter. He lathered soap between his palms and washed me slowly, his hands gliding over my breasts, down my stomach, between my thighs with careful, soothing strokes. Every touch was tender, almost reverent. “You’re trembling,” he whispered, pulling me under the spray so the water rinsed away the suds and the evidence of our morning passion. “I’m okay… just a little shaky,” I admitted with a shy laugh, leaning into his chest. My fingers traced lazy patterns on h
The morning light filtered softly through the kitchen curtains, I stood at the counter in one of Kelvin’s oversized t-shirts, the hem barely reaching mid-thigh, flipping pancakes on the stove. The smell of coffee and butter filled the air. Adam was still fast asleep upstairs—thank God for late weekend mornings. My body still hummed from last night. That bathroom mirror, the way Kelvin had taken me… I kept replaying it in my head, a secret smile tugged at my lips. He’d been so different and hungry. I didn’t hear him come in at first. Then I felt his strong arms slide around my waist from behind, pulling me back against his warm chest. His lips brushed the side of my neck, sending a shiver straight down my spine. “Morning honey,” Kelvin murmured, His hands splayed possessively over my stomach, then slowly drifted lower, his fingertips teasing the edge of the t-shirt. “Morning,” I whispered, trying to focus on the pancake. “You hungry, I'm almost done?” “Starving.” But the way
That seemed to snap something in him. He pulled out almost completely, then slammed back in, harder and harder again. The pace became brutal, his hips slapping against my ass with wet, obscene sounds. His hand left my hair to grip both my hips, angling me exactly how he wanted as he fucked me like he was trying to claim every inch of me. “I thought about this the whole drive home,” he confessed between grunts, his voice raw. “Thought about bending you over and filling you up until you couldn’t think about anything else. Not my mom....Just me. Just us.” Tears of overwhelming pleasure filled my eyes. The roughness was new, but gosh, it felt incredible. My body was trembling, the coil in my belly tightening fast. “Kelvin… I’m close…” I warned, even when my voice was breaking. “Not yet,” he growled, pulling out suddenly. I whined at the empty feeling, but he spun me around, lifting me onto the counter in one smooth motion. My back hit the mirror as he spread my legs wide, steppin
“The thing is… I saw him making calls while I followed you. The man was there and when I was with Kelvin…” I shook my head. “Maybe I’m just overthinking. The way he looked at me that day…” Sofia sighed. “Maybe you are. Let’s go.” We entered the large building and proceeded directly to the office
Sofia came in too. “Lisa?” “Miss Lisa, do you know this patient?” Dr Megan asked in confusion. I looked at her carefully and shook my head. “No, not her.” The other nurses exchanged looks. Dr Megan’s face became serious. “Do you mind describing who you’re thinking of?” I looked away in embarras
My heart stopped. There’s only one he that matters. “Sir?” I asked carefully. “Kelvin,” he said plainly. My fingers tightened around my phone. “He resumed yesterday.” Why is he telling me this? Why now? My throat felt dry again. “No, sir. I didn’t know.” His gaze didn’t leave my face. “Hmm.”
As if he sensed my tensed body, he quickly placed his hands on my waist. Feeling uncomfortable, he pulled away. “Sorry about that,” he said and left, leaving me worried about what happened. I placed my hand on my chest, trying to calm my pounding heart, then followed him, meeting him up, then I as







