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THE SILENT WITNESS

Sophie George
last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 19.07.2026 15:00:55

Lena’s POV

My heart plummeted. My blood turned to ice. I was hunched over the edge of the desk, my dress bunched at my waist, my breath coming in jagged, desperate gasps that I couldn't silence. Richard’s scent—musky, expensive, and unmistakably him—clung to my skin, and the air in the library felt thick, suffocating, and heavy with our shared sin.

Richard didn't move. He stood perfectly still behind me, his hand resting on my lower back—a silent, possessive anchor. He didn't rush to fix his c
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  • Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours   THE WALLS CLOSE IN

    Lena’s POV The final echoes of the Vanguard charity gala faded into the quiet hum of the estate. The towering chandeliers had been dimmed, the last of the high-society guests had departed into the cool night air, and the sprawling hallways finally felt like they were breathing again.I stood in the foyer with Adrian, my heels aching and my nerves frayed to a breaking point. I had survived the evening. I had smiled, I had danced, and I had successfully navigated the silent, terrifying war zone between Richard and Julian. I just wanted to go home, slip into my own bed, and pretend that the world wasn't spinning out of control."Don't go back to your place tonight," Adrian said softly, stepping closer and resting his hands gently on my waist. His voice was warm, carrying that effortless, magnetic charm that made it so easy for people to love him. "Stay here with me. It’s late, and I want you close.""Adrian, I should really head back," I protested weakly, my heart already hammering agai

  • Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours   TURNING THE TABLE

    Professor Reed’s POV I was sitting on the edge of the plush sofa, trying to catch my breath as my chest heaved, when my phone let out a sharp, jarring ding against the glass coffee table.I grabbed it, expecting a routine message, but the screen flashed with a text that instantly drained all the blood from my face.From: Sarah “Reed. At my place. Now.”My stomach plummeted. The panic hit me so hard and fast that I couldn't even mask it. My hands began to shake slightly, my jaw tightening as a cold sweat broke out across my back. Kane, noticing the sudden shift in my posture and the frantic look in my eyes, pushed himself up from the cushions beside me, his brow furrowing."What's wrong?" Kane asked, his voice dropping into that cool, demanding tone. "You look like you just saw a ghost.""I... I have to go," I stammered, scrambling to my feet and hurriedly grabbing my shirt and pants from the floor.Kane crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow in annoyance. "So fast? You just got here."

  • Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours   THE UNINVITED PARTY

    Kendra’s POV It had been a while now and I missed him. I missed the way he commanded a room, the way his heavy, thick cock filled me until I couldn't remember my own name, and the arrogant way he looked at me like I was his favorite possession.I hadn't called him. Kane didn't like being summoned; he liked being the one in control. So, I decided to surprise him.I headed straight up to Professor Kane’s place, my heart hammering against my ribs not from the cold, but from an ache that had been plaguing me for days.Beneath my heavy wool coat and black cashmere turtleneck, I was wearing a blood-red lace teddy—strappy, completely sheer, and designed to tear away at a moment's notice. I hadn't bothered with a bra or panties. Just the lace and my own mounting heat.Taking a deep breath, I pressed my thumb against the doorbell.Inside, heavy footsteps echoed across the hardwood floor. The deadbolt clicked, and the heavy oak door swung open.Kane stood there in dark grey sweatpants, his che

  • Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours   THE GRAND ILLUSION

    Lena’s POV We both got ready for the night. The ballroom of the was a masterpiece of blinding lights, cascading crystal chandeliers, and the low, elegant murmur of high-society chatter. Outside the tall arched windows, the night was pitch black, but inside, it was a blinding theater of power, wealth, and dangerous pretenses.Guests were trooping in and out in a continuous, glittering stream. Senators, business magnates, and socialites in designer gowns flowed through the double doors, their laughter ringing like delicate glass against the marble floors. Everywhere I looked, hands were being shaken, hollow compliments were being traded, and alliances were being silently brokered over flutes of champagne.Right beside me stood Adrian, looking every bit the pristine, untouchable heir in his tailored tuxedo. He kept one hand firmly, possessively at the small of my back, guiding me through the crowd as we exchanged polite pleasantries with the arriving elite."You look stunning tonight, L

  • Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours   THE RETURN

    Lena’s POV Adrian stepped inside, looking slightly travel-worn from his early return, yet radiating that effortless.The traditional chorus of family greetings rippled through the hall as he made his entrance. First, he walked straight toward his father, Richard, who stood with a glass of scotch in hand. The two men exchanged a firm, brief handshake—a customary display of patriarchal acknowledgment, though the air between them crackled with an unspoken, competitive undercurrent that made my breath catch. Adrian then greeted his brothers, trading a sharp nod with Julian and a quick clasp of the shoulder with Damien, effortless in his display of familial dominance.Finally, Evelyn stepped forward, her face softening into a rare, genuine smile as her eldest son approached. Adrian wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close in a warm embrace before pressing a tender kiss to the top of her head. It was a domestic picture of perfection—one that made my stomach churn with a sickening wav

  • Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours   THE WEB TIGHTENS

    Lena’s POV The silence in the library felt heavier now, charged with the static of a secret that was no longer just ours. My hands were still shaking as I smoothed my dress, trying to erase the evidence of the last twenty minutes. Every motion felt sluggish, like I was moving through deep, impenetrable water.Richard was leaning against the mahogany desk, his arms crossed over his chest, watching me with a maddening, relaxed arrogance. He didn't look like a man who had just been inches away from his son finding him with his girlfriend. He looked like he was savoring the memory.“Stop,” I whispered, my voice cracking as I fumbled with my hair, trying to pin it back into some semblance of order. “We almost lost everything. Julian knows.”Richard only chuckled, a low, smooth sound that vibrated in the quiet room. He walked over, his presence encroaching on my space again, forcing me to look up at him. “Julian is a strategist, Lena. He won’t move until he has something to gain. And he ha

  • Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours   CHIT CHAT

    Kendra’s POV The walk back to the lecture hall felt strange. My legs were still shaky, my panties sticky and ruined. Every step sent a little reminder through my sore pussy — Reed’s thick cock, Clara’s eager tongue, the way the three of us had lost control in his office just minutes ago.I slipped

  • Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours   Dirty Choice

    Kendra’s POV My heart was still hammering as I left the bathroom. Professor Kane’s words kept echoing in my head — low, filthy, and dangerously tempting. I could still feel the ghost of his fingers brushing under my skirt, the heat of his breath against my ear.I should have gone straight to Crimin

  • Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours   Dangerous Whispers

    Kendra’s POV I walked through the campus gates with extra energy in my hips, the morning sun kissing my exposed thighs as my short plaid skirt danced with every step. Lena walked beside me, still looking slightly dazed and flushed from her wild weekend. I couldn’t stop smirking. My innocent best fr

  • Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours   THE WRONG DOOR

    Lena’s POV🌸I stood in our cramped apartment, zipping up my worn delivery jacket with a heavy sigh. The clock had already ticked past 10 p.m., and every muscle in my body screamed for rest. But rent was overdue by two weeks, Cleo’s school fees kept piling up like accusations, and the electricity c

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