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Borrowed Shelter, Borrowed Freedom 2

Author: Itohan
last update publish date: 2025-07-13 05:14:26

“A.M.? Are you kidding me? Who the hell is this person?" Greta frowned, grabbing the envelope from her hand and reading it repeatedly.

Amira's peace of mind was reversed when she read the signature and realized it was Andrea. She wondered how Andrea knew where she lived, or was it Reagan?

"Hold on, I'll call Reagan; maybe he left it on the doormat." Amira uttered those words before entering her room, grabbing the phone, and looking through the contact list. As soon as she saw Reagan's name, she
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  • His Dark Obsession    VIP

    “Their food is so expensive, but the taste is completely worth it,” Amira lightly chuckled, walking side by side with Andrea.The elevator chimed as it arrived at the 39th floor, opening into a grand reception area. A male staff member recognized Andrea immediately. A bright smile lit up his face as he stepped forward.“Mr. Martini, it’s an absolute pleasure to have you here. What can I get for you today?”The man shifted his gaze to Amira. His face paled for a split second before he forced the wide smile back onto his lips. “Mrs. Martini, welcome.”“Thank you,” Amira smiled, extending a hand.Andrea’s jaw clenched tightly at the interaction. His eyes burned daggers into the employee, who quickly pulled his hand away. Andrea cleared his throat, turning his icy glare toward the receptionist standing nervously behind the computer.“Mr. Martini, Mrs. Martini,” the young woman squeaked softly, beads of sweat forming on her forehead as she registered his flat expression.“Howard.” Andrea w

  • His Dark Obsession    Not so Claire

    Soft jazz music played softly in the background, shifting the restaurant's atmosphere into something intimate and luxurious.Amira sat nervously opposite Andrea. Her cheeks were tinted a delicate red as she watched him glance through the leather-bound menu with precision in his hooded eyes."Ma'am, we would like to know what you would like to order," the waiter offered politely.Amira nodded and grabbed the second menu, scanning the options. Every single dish looked appetizing, but the prices were astronomical.Andrea waited, watching her bite her lower lip as she struggled to choose. The waiter stood nearby with a practiced, elegant smile, completely unbothered by serving someone so lavish."I think I'll try the Kobe beef... or maybe the bluefin tuna," she murmured, pressing a finger to her lips.Andrea watched her with a quiet, calculating look, the usual cold sharpness at the corners of his eyes softening just a fraction."I still can't decide. I'm sorry," she sighed, dropping the

  • His Dark Obsession    Outing

    Amira sat gracefully in front of the mirror, looking at every bit of the things the ladies had done to her. She felt like she was looking at an entirely different person. Her hair was styled in a beautiful way she had never styled it before. The diamonds on her neck and ears complemented her skin so well, and her dress—it was the one Andrea had personally picked for her to wear.“He must really have eyes for good things,” she whispered, inwardly adoring the lady staring back at her through the mirror. “That lady is you, Amira,” she whispered to herself, smiling softly. The ladies who had tended to her smiled in return, clearly pleased with their work.One of them rested a hand lightly on Amira’s shoulder. “Madam, this necklace suits your skin so well. You look so beautiful.”Amira couldn’t help but blush. Her cheeks reddened, her mind fogged, unsure how to respond to the compliment. Praise had always made her uncomfortable. A few minutes later, Kira entered, her eyes widening at the s

  • His Dark Obsession    Mistress's Personal Maid.

    Claudia’s breath came out in a ragged laugh. “Fuck — that lady was scary,” she gasped, one hand pressed to her heart as if trying to steady the sudden tremor beneath her ribs. Her eyes darted along the driveway and up at the house; from a distance it looked almost ordinary, but up close the place had the faint, hollow air of somewhere slightly abandoned and somehow too grand all at once.Reagan clicked the car unlocked and slid into the driver’s seat. “Just sit,” he said, a crooked chuckle tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Unless you plan on sorting yourself out of this place.” There was a teasing lilt that didn’t match the warning in his eyes.She rolled hers with exaggerated annoyance as she tucked the bottle deeper into her bag. When she pushed the car door open and climbed in, she kept one hand at her chest and turned her gaze away, pretending distraction. Reagan watched her for a beat, amusement and something sharper flickering across his face, then started the engine.“If you

  • His Dark Obsession    Beg Me, Andrea

    With her eyes fixed on his, she repeated, "Beg me," in a high-pitched and authoritative tone. “Tell me you want me to do the same with you.” She pressed her hands against his hardness, taking each breath, and wrapping her hands until it reached the point where it could no longer take the entirety of her hand. Andrea let out a playful scoff and pulled her hands away, but Amira was quick. She pressed her hands against his. Her throat was already dry when she bit her lips. Her eyes were filled with hunger this time, and Andrea's eyes were the same way. He remained silent, waiting to see how much longer she would try to tempt him. But no matter how hard he tried, he was unable to resist. He drew her closer, his hands trailing on his lips, and whispered, "I can't fucking bear this cupcake. You wouldn’t handle it.” "You make me beg, and I did, so do the same." Amira gasped at his last statement and even stepped closer to him before responding, "then I will, just say the magic word Andre

  • His Dark Obsession    Beg Me Andrea

    “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

  • His Dark Obsession    Cupcake, you're mine

    "Fuck this shit!" she said, half-yelling. She glared at him, her eyes red with anger, and if eyes could kill, she would have done it right away."I'm not just another market item. I am human, and I have a life. Consider your parents' efforts to provide you with a woman to marry. There are many more

  • His Dark Obsession    The Bar

    Andrea walked into his usual bar, his lips pursed in rage and his expression dangerously frightening. His bodyguards, Rex and Jay, followed him, dressed casually, keeping an eye out for any potential trespassers. Feliz spotted him and his face lit up with joy. He dropped his female strippers and ra

  • His Dark Obsession    Blackmailing the Martini's

    "I am surprised you are in my grandparents' home, Mr Bellini; is there something you came to do?" Andrea finally broke the awkward silence, ignoring his grandfather's warning glare, knowing what he could do. "Of course, I wouldn't be here for no reason." He laughed and switched to Italian while cl

  • His Dark Obsession    Hot Moment

    "Why do you need a tattoo?" Andrea asked quietly, trailing kisses down her abdomen and squeezing her perky nipples again. Amira wondered if this was the best time to discuss her past scars. Did she have a valid reason for tattooing her scars instead?Growing up as a child into a young woman, her mo

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