“Beg for it, cupcake, if really you want it." Andrea wore a confident smile, teasingly playing with her inner thighs, her warmth gently pressing against his hand. Amira gasped, her eyes narrowing into a sharp glare. Her mind swirled with uncertainty. Even though the water was warm, Andrea's hand made it feel both hot and cold at the same time. Every stroke, every touch, sparked a thrill, as if he could unleash a whirlwind of emotions within her all at once.She loathed how her body quivered at his touch, how it yearned for him to complete what he had begun. She realized just how much time they had spent in his bathroom and couldn't help but wonder what the ladies were thinking.“Beg for it,” Andrea teased, gently gliding his hand from her inner thighs to her hip, giving them a light massage. He adored how her body moved in perfect harmony with his touch. The blush on her cheeks made her appear even more vulnerable to him.The very woman who had attempted to escape time and again; his
He lifted her into his arms, the kiss unbroken. She seemed to float effortlessly to him. Amira kissed him back with passion, feeling a thrilling heat ignite within her.With a swift motion, he kicked the door shut, completely unfazed by the presence of the ladies still inside. His hands caressed her gently, exploring her curves, as soft sighs slipped from her lips. He kissed her passionately, their tongues dancing together.Her body trembled, each kiss drawing out soft moans from her. In that instant, her anger disappeared, leaving her mind completely blank and unable to think. All her focus was on the kisses.It wasn't enough; she craved more. She needed him, yet at the same time, she struggled to pull away from him.Another soft sound slipped from her lips as she pressed her bare body against his. Andrea held her close, exploring the softness of her boobs with gentle caresses. It seemed like that was on his mind at this very moment.He adored the way her body responded to his touche
Amira sat on the edge of her bed, staring at each photograph of Emily. Her smile widened; she was her other half, which she had never realized she had. However, they took her away with the cold hands of death.She sniffled and placed the photo on her chest, closing her eyes tightly. Then she kissed the photograph and placed it on her lampstand.Someone knocked on the door, and she dashed to open it. I noticed Kira standing with a smirk on her face."Come in..." Amira gestured and opened the door wide for her. Kira nodded, lowering her head slightly out of respect."Thank you, Miss." Kira cleared her throat as she surveyed the room. They were quiet for a while before she said, "hmmm, about Brenda.""Yes, how about her?" Her eyes widened with anticipation. Kira shook her head. "I've tried asking around to see where she is now, but I haven't heard back.""It seemed like she vanished."Amira's body tensed; when they parted ways, she thought she might return to Andrea, but where had she go
"So you married me because you see my sister in me?" Amira repeated as she watched him intently. Andrea remained silent, not saying anything; she was correct about the question, and he did not need to repeat himself."Well, I'm sorry; that's messed up." Her voice cracked, and everything he'd said pierced her heart like a knife.He exhaled deeply. "I fucking understand. I was still grieving Emily's death, and I had to marry you so I could see her in you."But then it hit me again," his voice grew louder as he approached me. "If I had treated you the way I treated her, they might have hurt you or taken you away to get to me."He gently caressed her right cheek. His calloused hand felt soft against her cheek."I never wanted them to take advantage of me by using you."Part of her wanted to distance herself from him, but the other part refused to. This was the most vulnerable side of him that she saw. The pain in his eyes became more noticeable."But… I don’t want to be a replacement. I d
Andrea whispered "Emily," which Mr. Banks could hear. Mr. Banks raised his eyebrows in surprise, wondering what had Andrea so engrossed in his phone. His heart thumped against his chest, and his body shook, hoping Andrea hadn't discovered anything horrible."Emile…"He heard the name again. He remembers Emily, his little girl before she went missing, and he's not sure why Andrea was calling her name and holding his phone. Does he know her?He started to wonder. "Boss…"He finally called, bringing Andrea's attention to him. "You mentioned Emily..."He raised the phone to Mr. Banks and placed the photo in front of him. "Who is she? She looks so much like her.""Her?" he pondered, trying to figure out what he was talking about. Then he said, "Oh, she's my other daughter. She's much younger than Claudia.” toAndrea nodded, his gaze fixed on the picture. He felt his blood run cold as painful memories of his late wife flashed before him. Mr. Banks became uneasy; he had never seen this side
"She was drenched in her own blood… they really did it."Amira gasped in surprise, her body trembling at the peak of the moment. That was a mix of purpose and wickedness. The ransom was paid, so why did they go ahead and kill her? A sudden flutter stirred in her chest. For her late sister, and for Andrea, whose gaze remained fixed on the photo on the wall and also on the gravestone.She let out a sigh, her mind racing with thoughts of Emily, surely swirling around before they took her life. But what she didn’t understand was why they would want to kill her? She didn't do anything wrong.She wrestled with her thoughts as questions swirled around in her mind. Her eyes were already glistening with tears. With a surge of bravery, she prepared to voice one of the questions swirling in her mind.“What was the reason behind her death? I mean you clearly paid…” Her voice trembled, the ache in her chest swelling. “They shouldn’t have…”“It was their way of getting back at me,” he replied, his