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The moonlight slices through the heavy cream curtains of Sahara’s bedroom, cutting pale stripes across the Egyptian cotton sheets. The air in the mansion is silent, save for the rhythmic creak of the antique oak bed frame and the wet, slapping sounds of skin meeting skin. Leaf hovers above her, his elbows planted on either side of her head, muscles coiling and releasing with the precision of a predator. The room smells of jasmine perfume and the sharp, metallic tang of sweat. She woke up with her husband's playful hands roaming around her naked body before this happened. Sahara digs her heels into the back of Leaf’s thighs, urging him deeper. Her nails rake down his spine, leaving red welts on his tanned skin. She looks up into his face, searching his eyes in the dim light, looking for a reflection of the desperate love she feels pounding in her own chest. But she didn't. His expression is tight and focused, jaw clenched as he drives his cock into her with a relentless, steady pressu
"So, how's married life treating you, buddy?" Sancho's eyes sparkled with mischief as he looked at Leaf from across the living room. Sahara immediately lowered her gaze, suddenly finding the floor very interesting. She had no idea how to react whenever her brothers started teasing her husband. Her typical bullies. Leaf, however, looked completely at ease. "We're doing great, Sancho," he answered casually. Before Sahara could react, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer against his side. "In fact, who knows? Maybe the next time we visit here, she'll already be carrying our baby." Sahara's eyes widened. Her lips parted in shock. Heat rushed straight to her face. "Leaf..." she whispered, mortified. The grin on his face only widened. "Damn, you're fast," Stryker laughed, shaking his head. "Leave the poor girl alone," another one of her brothers chimed in, although he was laughing just as hard. Sahara wanted the ground to swallow her whole.Did these
Sahara woke up the next morning with her whole body aching. Every muscle felt sore, as if she hadn’t rested at all. The memory of last night lingered heavily in her mind, making it even harder to move. She slowly shifted on the bed, trying to sit up. “Leaf…? ” she murmured softly, her hand instinctively reaching for the space beside her. It was empty. Her brows furrowed. “Leaf? She opened her eyes fully, blinking several times as she looked around the room. That’s when she realized she wasn’t in their bedroom anymore. She was in the guest room. For a moment, she just stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, confusion settling in. “How… did I get here? ” she whispered to herself. Then it hit her—he must have moved her here after she fell asleep. A small, painful knot formed in her chest.Why?Was he avoiding her even after everything that had happened between them?Did he find her that unbearable to stay beside?Sahara swallowed the thought away and slowly got up. “I shou
Sahara became so absorbed in wandering around the city that she completely lost track of time. By the time she finally returned home, the sky was pitch black. The digital clock on her phone read 11:03 PM. Her heart immediately began to race. Leaf was probably already home. Sure enough, the familiar black Rolls-Royce Phantom was parked inside the garage. For a moment, she remained standing outside the gate, staring at the vehicle. A bitter feeling rose in her chest. She remembered seeing him earlier that day. Remembered Rocsan sitting on his lap. Remembered their kiss. Remembered how insignificant she had felt. Sahara swallowed hard. "Stop thinking about it," she whispered to herself. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to walk toward the front door. Maybe he was already asleep. Maybe she could quietly sneak into the house and avoid another confrontation. Slowly, she inserted the key into the lock. Carefully. Silently. The door clicked open. She step
Sahara hurriedly slipped the documents Leaf had accidentally left behind into her shoulder bag. A few minutes earlier, her husband had called and asked her to bring them to his office. According to him, the papers were important and would be needed for a meeting with several clients later that morning. She hadn't even taken the time to fix her appearance properly. Her hair was tied in a simple ponytail, and she was still wearing casual clothes. In her rush, she hadn't bothered to change. The last thing she wanted was for Leaf to get upset with her again. So, despite the distance and her nervousness, she immediately left for his office. The entire ride there, she kept glancing at the documents inside her bag. "Please don't let me be late," she whispered to herself. When she finally arrived at the towering building that housed her husband's company, she paused for a moment. The structure was massive and intimidating. This was Leaf's world. A world she knew very litt
The headboard slammed against the drywall with a violent, staccato rhythm that threatened to crack the plaster. Thud-thud-thud. It matched the relentless pace of Leaf’s hips as he drove into Sahara, a brutal, pistoning motion that stole the air from her lungs and left her gasping for scraps. She wasn't just being fucked; she was being used, claimed by a force of nature that seemed determined to leave its mark on every inch of her body.Sweat slicked their skin, making the friction between them a hot, slippery glide. The room smelled heavy and rank with the musk of sex—salt, iron, and the distinct, tangy scent of her own arousal mixing with his. Sahara’s fingers clawed desperately at the bedsheets, twisting the fabric until her knuckles turned white, seeking purchase in a world that had been reduced to the sensation of being split open. Leaf’s cock was a thick, unrelenting intrusion, stretching her tight pussy walls to their limit with every thrust. He didn't ease into it; he slamm







