LOGINLOCATION: PARIS The four corners of the exclusive suite was filled to dirty sounds. Moans and wet slaps of flesh filled the air as naked bodies writhed in every corner: couples, threesomes, and more tangled together in a haze of sweat and pleasure. The floor covered with scattered used and unused condoms, sex toys—vibrators humming on low, dildos slick with lube, ropes and paddles discarded. In the center of it all, Tarzan gripped the chubby blindfolded woman hard. Her thick, soft body jiggled and bounced with every powerful thrust. Her full ass cheeks rippled heavily as he drove his massive cock deep into her tight anal hole, her wrists twisted behind her back in one of his iron hands. Each slam made her heavy breasts swing and slap against her torso, her plump thighs quivering, those rolls of soft flesh shaking from the force. She cried out with every thrust, saliva dripping uncontrollably from her open mouth onto the floor, tears soaking the blindfold as her body shook fro
Ricardo let out a slow breath and gently squeezed Rosa’s hand."Marie is an adult, Rosa. She can handle the truth."Rosa looked at him, uncertainty clouding her eyes."But, my love, she has been through so much pain... We could keep this from her forever."Ricardo shook his head."No... no. She needs to know. I know she’s endured more pain than anyone should ever have to, but hiding what Andres did won’t protect her. It will only become another burden when she eventually finds out. Remember what Han said—she came to him every morning after each terrible night, and he lied to her, telling her it was her own body betraying her. What if something like that happens again, and she accepts it as normal?""Oh no... please, it shouldn't happen again," Rosa said."I know. I'll make sure of it. I'm just trying to help you understand how vital it is that we tell her the truth. She deserves to know—no matter how painful."He paused before continuing."When she comes home, the first surprise she'l
AUTHOR'S POVLena returned to her apartment that evening in a daze.She stumbled into her bedroom and let her bag slip from her shoulder. It landed on the floor with a dull thud, but she barely noticed. Her mind was still trapped in those discouraging words Diana had spoken to her.Moving on instinct, she peeled off her dress and let it pool around her feet before stepping into the bathroom. She drew a hot bath and watched the steam curl into the air. As she sank into the soothing water, one question lingered in her mind:Am I finally going to give up on Tarzan?Her hand drifted instinctively to her stomach, and fresh tears slid down her cheeks.Does he really need to know? she wondered. That I once carried his child... and lost it?Maybe I should take her advice and move on.When she finally emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a soft robe, her phone rang from inside the discarded bag. She walked over, retrieved it, and managed a small, weary smile at the caller ID."Hello, Dad.""H
She met my gaze and sighed."Lena," she called gently."I know what you're feeling right now. Believe me, I do. But whatever you think you're going to find by seeing him again… it isn't there anymore. The man you loved? He's gone. He hasn't been the same person for a long time. It's really sad but I tried my best." She paused, then added softly, "And about the baby—he isn't Tarzan's. I was only his manager. That's why I said we'd been together for a year now since he left Ricardo's empire."I nearly collapsed with relief as the crushing weight of fear that the pregnancy was his, lifted from my chest.*If she's only his manager, that means she knew about us. He must have told her.*I swallowed hard, my voice barely above a whisper."Does he… does he have any love interest? I've seen the rumors—him dating all those celebrities—but none of them have ever been confirmed."Diana sighed deeply, closing her eyes for a moment as though the question drained her. When she opened them again, a
My feet rooted to the pavement. Then our eyes met across the distance, and she froze—as if she also recognized me. She quickly ended her call, slipping the phone into her designer bag before lifting her hand in a wave. I glanced around, half-convinced she was signaling someone behind me. But there was no one. She was waving at me. I swallowed tightly and waved back. I have to go to her, I clenched the stray of my bag tightly and walked over to her. "Hi..I am Lena." I said as I forced myself to breathe, to steady the tremor in my voice. "You look familiar. That's why I was staring. I'm sorry—I didn't mean to gawk." She studied me for a moment, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Of course you'd recognize me. I was the one who gave you a ride that night—the night you almost got stabbed on your way home from work." "That was you?" I breathed, my hand flying to my chest. "I thought I was mistaken because... that was in the States. What are you doing here?" She
“Umm… today?” Nora said, glancing down at her phone with a casual shrug.“Today?” The word burst from my lips sharper than a whip crack. My heart slammed against my ribs like it was trying to break free.“Wow… calm down, Lena,” Antonie said, forcing a nervous chuckle as he raised both hands in mock surrender. “I’ve never seen you this wound up before. You okay?”But I barely heard him. My focus locked onto Nora, pulse roaring in my ears. “He’s already in Paris? Where? What’s the exact location?”“His location, Nora. Now!”My voice cracked with urgency.Nora’s eyes widened. She fumbled with her phone, fingers flying across the screen as she scrolled frantically.“Uh, okay… it’s at this venue on Rue de Rivoli. Let me read the full address—” She rattled it off.I repeated the address under my breath, the words tangling on my tongue. Then I leaned in and gave Nora two quick cheek kisses.“Hey, what about me!” Antonie protested with a confused expression, spreading his arms wide.Out of pu
Honestly, I wanted to punch myself in the face until I bled. Maybe that would hurt less than this."I've always spoken to you softly, haven't I?" I asked quietly.She paused, her smile fading just a little."That's… that's true. But this felt different. Mitch said it, and he hasn't spoken to me tha
“Care about me? Oh please Mitch! If you cared, you wouldn’t be calling out for Lena in your sleep!”"It is a fucking dream! Why does it matter! The fuck are you talking about, I wasn't in my right sense because I was sleeping, damn it Elena!*I yelled angrily.Her eyes widened at that."Look,I sna
LENA’S POV My eyes fluttered open to a pristine white ceiling. The room looked different—the curtains were no longer soft white but a calm, muted grey. My heart was still racing, and I gasped for air. That heavy, aching pressure lingered low in my abdomen, tingling painfully, desperate for a rele
The moment the cab finally pulled up to the Sapphire Suites Hotel, my men were already waiting. Three of them in dark suits stood by the entrance when we arrived. Before the driver could even get out to open the door — probably as thanks for the cash I’d given him — they approached. The driver st







