LOGIN*SILVAN POV*
After cleaning myself up in the bathroom, I walked back into the bedroom. Clara was still lying on the bed, naked and panting. “I don't know if you missed me that much, but you're different tonight." She said, looking up at me through hooded eyes. I climbed onto the bed, sliding my hands down to her ankles, and dragging her body toward me. Looking at her intently, while I spread her legs wide. "Can you go another round? “Of course, Silvan,” she said, reaching up to thread her fingers into my hair. “I always have strength for you.” I smiled, leaning down and whispered in her ears. “I'm not going to be nice this time and it might hurt a little." I felt her shudder, "Silvan… tonight I'm your captive. Do whatever you wish to me.” My eyes darkened with lust my cock was already hard again. “If you say so." I shoved two fingers straight into her. She whimpered and threw her head back. I grabbed her by the throat, tight enough to make her look at me. “Look at me,” I grunted, forcing her eyes back to mine. "I want you to feel every second of how I’m going to ruin you.” “I'm all… fuck!!!” She cried out, her eyes widening as I added two more fingers, stretching her open. Her eyes watered. I folded my fingers and pushed deeper, her knees buckled outward, her fingers digging deep into the mattress. “Silvan! I… I feel… oh god!!!” I worked her hard and fast, tears rolling down the sides of her face, her hips twitched violently under my palm, but I held her still with the hand on her throat. “Didn’t you say you missed me?” I growled. She tried to answer but only gasped as I curled my four fingers and rubbed that spot inside her over and over. Her legs started shaking. A broken cry left her mouth when the first orgasm hit. “Silvannnnn!” Her walls clamped down hard around my fingers. I didn’t stop. I kept thrusting through it while she sobbed and shook. “Too much– Silvan, please!” “You said you missed me.” I pulled my fingers out, slick and shiny, then pushed them back in even harder. “Again.” Clara’s whole body jerked. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She came a second time, louder, almost screaming, thighs trembling so hard the bed shook. I still didn’t stop until she was gasping and limp. I pulled my hand back, reached for a condom on the bedside, tore it open with my teeth, and rolled it down my cock. I grabbed her waist, flipping her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and pushed inside in one long stroke. Clara screamed into the pillow. I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, and started fucking her deep and rough. Every thrust slammed her forward. The wet sound of skin on skin filled the room. “Didn't you say you missed me?” I growled into her neck, my jaw tight as every thrust brought an unwanted image of Camille’s face into my head. “Show me how much you missed me.” Clara’s body shook violently under the weight of my thrusts, her voice cracking as tears of pure sensory overload gathered in the corners of her eyes, but in my mind, every moan and every gasp was made by Camille. “I miss you… I miss you!” she sobbed, holding the headboard for support while moving her waist to meet my pace. “I really… ah… really, really reallymiss you!!” Her voice cracked on every word. I kept going, harder, deeper. Her body shook under me. She cried and moaned at the same time, the words spilling out of her like she couldn’t stop. “I miss you… Silvan… I miss you so much—” I reached under her and rubbed her clit with my fingers while I fucked her. She came again, screaming, body convulsing so hard she almost collapsed. I held her up by the hips and kept driving into her until my own release hit. I buried myself deep and groaned, emptying into the condom. When it was over I stayed inside her for a few seconds, breathing hard. Clara was trembling and crying quietly into the sheets. I pulled out slowly, disposed of the condom, and looked down at her. She closed her eyes, her limbs limp. “No,” I said. “I’m not done with you yet.” She shook her head, “no– Silvan, please let me rest a bit.” “No rest for you,” I was wearing another condom, smiling. "lie down on your back, now." She obeyed, I knelt down, grabbed her thighs and balanced it on my shoulder, aligning myself in her entrance. Clara stared up at me with wet eyes, still shaking. But my mind was still on Camille, as I drove into her again. “Fuck!” I growled. This night was far from over and I'm sure Clara knows that, I was going to make sure I fucked her till she can't walk again, I'll make sure for a month she can't open this slutty legs of her's for another man. And as for Camille, she should enjoy the quiet week while I’m gone. Because when I get back... the real game starts.CAMILLE“You literally ditched me at the bar to go chase after a random blonde guy, Mia!" I rolled my eyes hard, folding my arms across my chest as I leaned on the kitchen counter. "I had to deal with everything by myself!”Mia was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, looking up at me with an apologetic grin. “Oh come on Cam! We've talked about this. He was super hot, and you know I can't resist a good-looking guy. Plus, you had Damian with you! I thought you guys were having your little secret agent catch-up.”"Well, it wasn't a catch up but a total disaster. I never imagined he'll be that aggressive." I grumbled, sinking into the chair across from her and rubbing my temples. "Damian lost his mind, you vanished, and I ended up alone.”“I would have done the same, if my girlfriend unexpectedly got married." “Miaaa!" I glared at her, she rolled her eyes looking away. “You know we were never a thing, and I never knew he had such feelings for me." She burst into laughter, and I really fel
CAMILLEStanding near the entryway was a beautiful lady. She was wearing a figure-hugging cream coat over a tight designer dress, her long blonde hair falling in perfect waves over her shoulders. She was also holding a leather folder in one hand, her bright blue eyes scanning Silvan with a mix of familiarity and obvious hunger.“Silvan, darling.” She smiled as she walked in. “Your secretary downstairs said you were in a private meeting, but I figured you wouldn’t mind me dropping by.”Silvan didn't move forward to greet her. He stood with his hands in his pockets, his posture rigid. “You shouldn't be in my office, Clara. You know my office is off-limits to board guests.”“Oh, stop being so serious,” the lady laughed, stepping closer to slide her hand over his forearm, her painted red nails standing out against his dark suit. “I'm not a guest. My father sent over the revised shareholder documents for the annual global gala. I thought I'd deliver them personally... and maybe see if you
CAMILLESilvan barely left his desk. One minute, he was speaking French on a call, and the next, he was switching to German as if it were nothing. He scribbled notes as he listened, then suddenly started speaking Spanish. I had no idea what he was saying, but judging by his tone, he was definitely swearing.I swear the man was a hot-tempered being!I, on the other hand, stayed near his desk, taking down memos, sorting through files, and replacing his coffee whenever it got cold. Which he mostly didn't even drink.Even though I was mad at him, I couldn't even dare to make an attitude now, because he was definitely in a bad mood. Every time I leaned over his desk to hand him a document, I could feel his grey eyes on me. Gosh, I hate the way he stares at me!His intense gaze on me reminds me of how Mia looks at her victims.Speaking of Mia, I needed to call her. Unlike her, she hasn't called me or replied to my texts, which was quite unusual.Finally, it was 2:00 pm, and the calls ended
SILVANWhen Martha brought out the plate, Camille picked up her fork and shoved the food into her mouth, chewing with so much aggressive force that she looked like she wanted to bite my head off instead. I ate my breakfast in silence, thoroughly amused by her silent rage.A few minutes later, Reto walked into the dining room, glancing at his watch. “Good morning, Mr. Alder. Good morning, Mrs. Alder.”Camille didn't even look at him. She just let out a petty, aggressive "Mm-hmm," stood up from the table, and stormed straight out the front doors.I looked at the table, and the plate of food was half unfinished. Martha, who had been standing in the dining room, looked at me with a concerned expression. Later, a loud BOOM echoed from the driveway, which I guessed was a car door slamming. Reto winced slightly, looking at me. "Sounds like a rough morning."I didn't answer. I wiped my mouth with a napkin, stood up, and walked out to the garage.She was already sitting at the back of the b
SILVANCamille was literally pressed against the passenger door, her body so stiff she looked like she was ready to jump out onto the highway. She wouldn't even look in my direction.“He's not my boyfriend," she muttered, "and I don't owe you an explanation.”I let out a harsh laugh, turning my head to look at her. The streetlights flickered over her face, catching the stubborn glare in her eyes and the faint red mark still lingering on her left wrist.My jaw tightened; seeing that mark stirred something in me— a sudden rush of anger.“Is that why he was dragging you through a crowded bar?" I asked. "Because he isn't your boyfriend?”Camille whipped her head toward me, her eyes flashing with instant anger. "You were watching me?”"It's hard not to notice when my wife is making a public scene with another man.”“Stop calling me that, and I wasn't making a scene!” she spat, leaning forward slightly, her restraint snapping. “He was talking to me, okay? Things got out of hand. That's it.
SILVAN My head was pounding, and the bass from the speakers was vibrating through my glass, but I couldn't care less.Ever since that damned phone call yesterday, things had been awkward between us. Camille gave me the cold shoulder and left for her apartment in the morning. Not like I cared, though; I wanted to give her space too. And I was a bit sorry for my harshness and bluntness towards her.The truth is, I couldn't admit I found her attractive, even though she wasn't my type of lady. Although she was confident, I could tell she was timid, naive, and way too soft for someone like me.By 8 PM, Clara wouldn't stop calling. She begged me to meet her at the Twilight Bar, whining about how I was avoiding her. I only went because my uncle wouldn't shut up about keeping the Bennett family happy until the merger was signed.And here I was."Silvan, darling, are you even paying attention to me?" Clara pouted, leaning over the table. "Yeah, Clara. Fascinating," I muttered, taking a swing







