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Ricardo waited until her breathing deepened, then quietly slipped from the bed.He moved silently into his study, where his assistant was already waiting with his phone.He took the device and dialed a number."My lord...""What’s the situation?" Ricardo asked, his voice low and cold. "Has Tarzan been eliminated?""My lord… we’ve had no sighting of him since the gala yesterday. We're still searching.""Nothing should happen to my daughter," Ricardo said, each word laced with quiet menace. "Make no mistakes."After ending the call, he exhaled heavily and scrolled through his gallery until he found an old photograph: himself standing beside Tarzan’s father."I’m sorry, old friend," he whispered to the image. "But your son has been consumed by rage and hatred for this family. By now, Lena must have told him she’s my daughter. He’ll try to hurt her to get to me. He believes I killed you and your wife. I am sorry—but I will do anything to save my daughter from your son, even if it means wi
NEW LOCATION: USARosa woke to the weight of Ricardo’s arm wrapped possessively around her waist. The time zone still several hours behind Paris.“How was your night, Mi amor?” he whispered, his voice husky with sleep as he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.“I had a bad dream,” Rosa murmured.Ricardo sat up immediately, concern sharpening his features. “A bad dream about what, my love?”She hesitated, then spoke softly.“I dreamt of Lena… She was lost in the middle of a vast desert. I called out to her, but she couldn’t recognize me. She was wearing a torn, dirty outfit like a homeless woman, her body covered in deep bruises that made my own chest ache. I tried to reach her, but a violent tornado appeared out of nowhere, pushing me back.”Rosa’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as she looked at him.“You were there too. You were shouting my name from behind me, leading an army of soldiers with an entire kingdom at your back. ‘Rosa, I’m coming for you!’ But I wasn’t interested i
After slipping into her bathrobe, Lena turned to Tarzan, smoothing her hair with frantic hands."Baby," she whispered, "do I look suspicious?"Tarzan looked her over with an amused smile. "Only if suspicious means glowing."She swatted his arm. "Be serious."---Meanwhile, in the living room, Hannah, Jessie, and Nora were pretending to focus on the Netflix show glowing on the big screen."So… they’re still cooking?" Nora whispered, glancing toward the kitchen door.Hannah folded her arms, wearing a knowing grin. "I think we all know why.""They’re still cooking, alright," Jessie added, fighting back a smile, "but definitely not a meal.""They’re making a baby in there for sure," Hannah smirked.The three exchanged glances trying not to laugh out loud.The soft click of the kitchen door opening made them freeze. "Everyone shhh."Nora whispered.Their heads instinctively turned toward the direction just in time to see Lena and Tarzan creeping out as quietly as possible.In perfect s
She shook her head frantically, muffled moans still escaping between her fingers. In one swift motion, he flipped her over. Her palms slapped against the granite as he yanked her hips up, presenting her ass to him. He gave her a firm smack, then teased her dripping entrance with his tongue again before driving back in from behind. The new angle was even deeper, more devastating. Lena’s body jolted forward with every merciless thrust, her breasts pressed flat against the cold counter. His fingers dug into her hips as he pounded into her. “You’re so tight, baby,” he groaned. “If you keep squeezing me like that...ahhh...I am... gonna....” “Please—fill me up,” she whimpered into her hand. “I want it… I want your baby again. You feel so fucking good.” He didn’t slow. He couldn’t. Lena’s eyes rolled back as his pace turned almost feral. “Oh my goodness… you’re getting so rough. You’re going to knock me out. Slow down!" “You’re the one killing me,” he growled. “This pussy is gon
After a moment’s hesitation, Lena stood up. Tarzan looked at her, his brow furrowed with worry. “What’s wrong?” “Come. I have a better idea.” She took his hand and led him to the small kitchen table. “Sit.” He obeyed. Lena climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Her thick thighs bracketed his hips as she reached between them, guiding his aching cock to her entrance. She was soaked, her slick folds gliding over his tip. "Lena...." Tarzan hissed as his eyes watched her tease her folds with his tip. “Look at me,” she whispered. His eyes locked onto hers, pupils dazed with need. She sank down. They both gasped. The stretch was exquisite, the fullness overwhelming. Tarzan’s head fell back as she took him inch by inch, her tight, velvety walls gripping him like a fist. When she was fully seated, his cock buried to the hilt inside her, she paused, savoring the connection. “Fuck, babe,” she breathed, hands braced on his shoulders. “You feel so big… so deep.” He gripped her
LENA’S POV I woke up the next morning with an unbearable ache in my stomach. I groaned and rolled over, but it only made the pain worse. My mind was already racing. *How am I supposed to work like this?* *How am I going to cook for Mitch? He’ll be furious if breakfast isn’t ready before he
"Lena, you are crying.." His voice came softly through the darkness. I held my breath. How could he have heard me? I had been so careful. "Thinking about him? I told you I’ll take you back home tomorrow. I won’t hold you against your will. You should rest. It’s been a rough day for you." He sp
An awkward silence followed my failed attempt to explain myself. We stood there, him still frozen in place. *I can’t believe I went from trying to run away from him to hugging him.* Thankfully, he made a move first, lifted my head and saw him turning toward the apartment. “You seem to b
I nodded slowly. “You told me never to show my face at the cafe again. I am Tarzan". Her brows drew together as she tried to remember. “The only person I ever said that to was…” She looked straight into my eyes, and her face drained of color. “It’s you! You’re the biker guy. You stalked me!”







