INICIAR SESIÓNDAHLIAThe bathroom still smelled of disinfectant and faint perfume, but all I could taste was the bitter tang of victory mixed with rage. Diana’s words echoed in my head like a gunshot: “Mom, Roxette is pregnant!”I stood there for a long moment, staring at my daughter’s wide, frantic eyes. My hands were still on her shoulders from when she had grabbed my wrists in her panic. Pregnant. That little gold-digging whore was carrying Chandler’s child. The thought made my blood run hot and cold at the same time. Part of me wanted to scream. Another part was already calculating.This changed everything.Roxette wasn’t just some passing fling anymore. She was a threat. A permanent one if that baby was born. Chandler’s legacy, his money, his name—all of it could slip further away from me and Diana if that child entered the picture. I had come to Paris to remind him who he really belonged to. I had not expected this.But I never lost my composure in front of Diana. Not completely.I took a slo
DIANAThe bathroom door slammed shut behind Chandler as he carried Roxette out, and the sudden silence was deafening. I stood there frozen, my hands still half-raised in the air like I didn’t know what to do with them. My chest was heaving, and my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was trying to escape my ribcage.I was still quite shocked.I stared at the spot on the floor where Roxette had been curled up just moments ago— the wet tiles, the faint smear of blood near the edge of the sink. My stomach twisted violently. I hadn’t meant for it to happen like this. I had been angry—no, furious—but I never intended to shove her that hard. The distress had just exploded out of me all at once. Everything I had been holding in for weeks, maybe even months, came pouring out in that one violent push.The image of her falling kept replaying in my mind on a loop. The way her body twisted. The way her stomach hit the sink. The way she immediately curled up and clutched at it like she was p
ROXETTEDiana’s face was a mask of pure, unfiltered rage. Her eyes were blazing with something dark and dangerous, her cheeks flushed deep red, and her chest was rising and falling in sharp, angry breaths. The slap she had just delivered still burned hot across my left cheek, the sting spreading like fire. My skin felt raw and throbbing, but it was nothing compared to the ice-cold terror that had flooded my entire body the moment she screamed those words.I tried to speak. I tried to calm her down. My voice came out shaky and broken as tears streamed down my face.“Diana, please… just listen to me,” I begged, my words tumbling out in a desperate rush. “I know you’re angry. I know I hurt you.
ROXETTEI woke up tangled in the sheets with Chandler’s arm draped heavily across my waist, his warm breath tickling the back of my neck. The Paris morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the luxurious hotel suite.My body still ached deliciously from the intense morning sex we had just shared — the way he had taken me from behind, then flipped me over and made love to me slowly and deeply until we both came undone together. Even now, just thinking about it sent a fresh wave of heat through me.But we couldn’t stay in bed forever.With great reluctance, we eventually dragged ourselves into the shower. The hot water cascaded over us as Chandler’s ha
ROXETTEI woke up the next morning. The sheets were tangled around my legs, and my body still hummed with the remnants of last night’s passion.Chandler’s scent clung to the pillow beside me — that warm, musky mix of his cologne and skin that always made my stomach flutter.I stretched slowly, a delicious soreness between my thighs reminding me exactly how thoroughly he had claimed me hours earlier.He was already awake.Chandler lay on his side facing me, one arm propped under his head, watching me with those dark, intense eyes that always made me feel like the only woman in the world. A small, lazy smile tugged at the c
CHANDLERRoxette was still clinging to me when I carried her back into the bedroom of our Paris hotel suite.Her arms were wrapped tightly around my neck, her face buried in my shoulder, and I could feel the way her body trembled slightly against mine. Not from fear this time, but from something deeper—a need that matched my own.The moment she had said she was hungry and then looked at me with those big, vulnerable eyes, something inside me had snapped into place.I needed her. Not just to hold her, but to claim her. To remind both of us that she was mine and that nothing could take her away from me.I laid her down gently on the be
ROXETTE Morning light filtered softly through the heavy curtains of Chandler’s private suite, casting a warm, golden glow across the silk sheets. I woke up slowly, every inch of my body deliciously sore in ways I had never experienced before.My thighs ached, my hips carried faint bruises from his
ROXETTEMy orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. My walls spasmed violently around his cock, gushing hard, squirting around his thick shaft as my whole body convulsed. I screamed his name, back arching off the chaise, tears pouring down my face from the intensity. My pussy kept fluttering and m
ROXETTEI moaned loudly, the sound echoing through the quiet house. My pussy clenched around him greedily, the slick sounds growing louder as he railed me without mercy.“Daddy! It’s too deep! Slow down—yes!!”My begs only seemed to fuel him.He released my wrists only to flip me onto my stomach, y
ROXETTEChandler’s eyes bored into mine, dark with lust, dominance, and that stunned flicker from my unfiltered outburst. The air between us crackled, thick with four days of pent-up tension, tears, alcohol, and raw need.Gods, he looks like he wants to ruin me… and I want him to.He didn’t say ano







