LOGIN“Lena…hold on, I will get you out of here.” Tarzan tried to lift her, to pull her from the blood swallowing her whole, but her body was already dissolving—melting into the crimson pool like snow under a merciless sun. Her skin sloughed away, her features blurring, her body losing all definition.“Lena!” he yelled in pure terror.“I wish I had never met you, Tarzan.” Her voice was fading, thin as smoke. “My life would have been so much better.”“No… please… I’m sorry. I tried to tell you—I tried. I was scared, Lena. I was so scared.” His voice trembled violently, each word slicing through his chest like shards of glass. “I’ll stay away from you. Just don’t die. I’ll let you go… You deserve to be happy. I complicated your life. I never planned for any of this. I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”His heart felt like it was being pierced with every ragged breath.But Lena kept melting. In desperation, Tarzan cupped her face with both hands, desperately trying to keep the last remaining part of her
Tarzan ran after him, his chest heaving, lungs burning. The tunnel stretched endlessly before him, its walls warping and shifting like living shadows.Gunshots erupted around him—sharp cracks that made him flinch. Voices echoed through the darkness: Ricardo’s cold lessons during his initiation into the mafia world, the distant laughter of his daughters, and somewhere behind him, André’s mocking chuckle that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.“Tarzan, wait! It’s dangerous!”His own scream tore from his throat as he called after his younger self.The pressure in his skull built relentlessly, the weight of every sin he’d committed pressing down on him like the crushing depths of the ocean. His legs burned. His heart threatened to burst. Still, he wouldn’t stop.He chased the boy until the tunnel finally spat him out. His shirt was soaked with sweat, his breathing ragged, the air thick and suffocating.There, in the center of the space, Lena lay in a Jacuzzi, naked and pa
AUTHOR'S POVTarzan stepped into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.The silence should have calmed him, but it didn’t.A shaky breath escaped his lips as he dragged a trembling hand through his hair and stared at his reflection in the mirror. The man staring back looked exhausted, broken, and terrified.“How am I supposed to tell her the truth?” he whispered, his chest tightening painfully.Every stolen moment with Lena weighed on him like chains around his neck. He squeezed his eyes shut.“I was hard, but the moment I thought about being inside her—about making love to her while still hiding my secret identity—I went soft. I had to use my tongue instead.”His jaw clenched so tightly his teeth ached.How could he have touched her? How could he have allowed himself to sink into her warmth, her softness, when every second of their intimacy had been built on a foundation of lies?Maybe he should text her. Let her wake up tomorrow and read everything. Maybe it would hurt less that
I bit my lip hard, my cheeks burning with embarrassment and raw need.Slowly, I parted my legs wide for him, revealing my dripping wet slit—swollen, aching, and glistening. My juices already trailed down toward my ass, betraying just how desperately I wanted him.I thought he would push inside me. Instead, he lowered himself between my trembling thighs and buried his face in my soaked core. His hot breath fanned over my sensitive flesh, sending violent shivers racing up my spine."Tar—"I couldn’t even finish his name. That thick, monstrous tongue dragged slowly from my leaking hole all the way up through my slick folds, savoring every drop of my arousal. A loud gasp tore from my throat as my hips jerked violently. Before I could recover, his tongue speared deep into my tight cunt in one powerful thrust, stretching my walls wide open. It curled and twisted inside me like a living serpent, stroking and exploring every inch of my heat.He fucked me relentlessly with it—long, sloppy str
Before I could protest, his hands moved upward again, cupping my breasts from behind. He kneaded them thoroughly, his thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers until I was gasping and moaning uncontrollably. The pressure hit me so hard my toes curled, then softened into gentle, teasing strokes that left me trembling with need. He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear as he pressed a kiss to the side of my neck. “Just relaxing these pectoral muscles,” he murmured innocently, as if reading straight from a massage manual. “Deep breaths, Lena. Let the tension go.” I rolled my eyes in pure frustration. *I’m horny, damn it!* “Are you feeling better now?” he whispered, pressing soft kisses along my shoulder while one hand remained on my breast, pinching my nipple harder this time. A sharp spark of pleasure shot straight to my core. “I’m fucking horny,” I moaned helplessly, pushing my chest into his palm. I felt the silent chuckle vi
I should have said something. I should have reminded him of his promise. But the words never came. Instead, a soft, involuntary moan slipped from my lips.Tarzan’s voice remained perfectly innocent, as if he had no idea what he was doing. “Just trying to loosen these tight muscles here,” he murmured while his fingers continued their wicked exploration between my thighs, delving deeper with every stroke.I shamelessly parted my legs a little wider for him.His other hand slid underneath me, cupping and kneading my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. At the same time, his thumb found my swollen clit and began circling it with perfect, maddening pressure.I was getting so wet—embarrassingly wet. The slick sounds of his fingers moving in and out of me filled the quiet room, growing louder and more obscene with every thrust.My hips twitched of their own accord, pushing back against his hand. Another moan escaped me, longer and breathier this time.“You okay, baby?” he ask
Lena remained utterly lost in the sensation, her mind hazy with raw, desperate need as she ground against him. She yanked her T-shirt up and over her heavy breasts, the fabric bunching just below her collarbone, fully exposing her tits to his hungry gaze. Her nipples were already tight, aching pe
"You wanted us to be a secret?" she asked. "No… of course not." Tarzan replied. "I just thought you might be uncomfortable with that. She wanted to post it on social media. I just didn’t know if you’d like it or not, so I turned it down to protect you." Lena sighed. "That’s okay… You did what
AUTHOR'S POV ## Back to the Suite ## “Thirty-six,” Tarzan murmured, his voice husky as Lena’s lips left his again. A deep blush painted his cheeks—the kind he couldn’t hide no matter how hard he tried. She had him completely undone. Lena straddled him on the bed, wearing nothing but the ove
She smiled, then let out a soft sigh, her shoulders visibly relaxing. The tension in the room seemed to ease around me too. "Well… apology accepted." I blinked, genuinely caught off guard. *Just like that?* "You’ve really forgiven me?" I asked, searching her face. She nodded and stepped







