The entire breakfast was awkward. Swallowing a bite felt like a Herculean task she hadn't signed up for. She never knew it could be this difficult. And to top it off, her clothes weren't exactly helping with the rising warmth inside her.Each glance exchanged between her and Rhys only added to the tension in the room. It felt like an invisible elephant was sitting at the table with them, making small talk a struggle. Amara couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed between them, something unspoken lingering in the air, making it hard to relax and enjoy the meal.Rhys couldn't help but notice the flush on Amara's cheeks, the colour spreading to her neck and disappearing beneath her blouse. She seemed flustered, her attempt to hide behind her hair only drawing more attention to her. The silence between them was palpable, broken only by the sound of their forks against the plates. Rhys spoke. "I'm going on a business trip to Spain," he announced casually, catching Amara off g
As Amara stepped inside the jet, her eyes widened in surprise, taking in the sheer affluence of the interior. The soft cream-coloured walls were accentuated with intricate gold trimmings. Plush leather seats lined the cabin. She looked down at her feet.The floor was covered in plush beige carpeting; she could tell it was soft underneath her heels.Gleaming wooden panels, polished nicely. An island at the side, and several bottles of high-end alcohol.The woman at the door bowed slightly. Amara’s gaze wavered to her badge-Lisa. Her uniform was perfectly tailored to fit her slender frame. Her chestnut hair was swept up in a neat bun, with a few loose tendrils framing her delicate features. "Good evening, Mr. De Luca," she greeted, her voice smooth and polished. "I am Lisa, your attendant for the flight. Welcome, sir." Turning her attention towards Amara, Lisa's smile took on a slightly strained quality. Her eyes flickered with a hint of something unreadable."Ma'am," she acknowledged
Amara’s legs were shaking as he ploughed deeper into her.Rhys smirked as his nails dug into her waist and pulled her closer. His thrusts became deeper and rougher as he took her against the couch. He bit his lips as she let out a startled moan as his cock hit the sensitive spot. His grip tightened over her waist. “You like that, little one?” He growled, his thrusts becoming faster.“S-Slower, please!” Amara felt all the air knocking off her lungs as her sweaty hands slid down the leather couch, Rhys supported her weight against his muscular frame grabbed both of her arms and pulled them behind her. His pelvis hit her from behind as her back curved. But his hold just became firmer, and his thrusts merciless.Leaning down, he took her ear into his mouth. “Slower? I’ll take you as I please, baby.”Amara felt a shiver running down her spine as her eyes rolled back and the wave of pleasure rippled through her. The way he dominated her was other-worldly. Like he knew every crook and cranny
Amara held her breath as the attendee tightened the corset around her chest. She gently fussed over the laces, making sure every knot and bow was just right. Amara almost gasped loudly as her breasts burst through the deep neck, held only by the straps. Her cheeks flushed crimson. The fabric conformed snugly to her figure with each pull of the laces. She squeezed her eyes shut. This was the first time she was going to wear such a revealing dress in public.Her eyes snapped open in alarm, and a gasp caught in her throat as she realized how tight the bodice actually was. Cheeks ablaze, she hoped the attendant would leave her be. The attendee fixed her hair, typing them up with bobby pins at the back of her head, and let two lose strands cradle her face. Amara didn’t know why Rhys wanted to bring her with him, but she could refuse. He was already doing so much for her and the least she could do was obey him. As she finished her final touch-ups, Amara took a deep breath and tried to calm
His hand on her thigh, his fingers gently caressed her supple skin through the slit. Amara sighed, feeling defeated as she gave him a pleading look. People were watching.Rhys leaned back on his chair, his lips curving in a teasing smirk as he let his hand trace the hem of her dress and squeeze her inner thigh. He enjoyed watching her more than the anchor who was bluffing like a madman. He nibbled on his lips as she lowered her head and clasped both of her hands on his wrist. Still, that couldn’t stop him. Amara snapped her head at him, clear frustration and desire in her eyes as she glared at him.“Please,”“What are you pleading for here exactly, little me? Please put your hands between my legs and see how wet I am. Or, please let’s go back to the hotel and fuck me?”Amara blushed shaking her head and was glad they were sitting alone, without any table around them, secluded by the large glass panels giving them the view of the outdoor gardens and the pool."It's... embarrassing," sh
Rhys stood towering over his trembling frame, eyes cold as the glaciers and jaw set in a hard line. The word constantly rang in his head. Gold-digger. The words rang in his head, and the need to kill intensified. All he could see was red. The gun between his fingers casually played with the trigger. Tick-tick. Roman’s eyes widened as Rhys sighed. “She is pretty, isn’t she?” Rhys bobbed his head at the glass panel. Roman fearfully followed his gaze. Amara was standing there, looking around with a nervous expression, yet she still looked adorable amidst the flashing lights. Just like someone who didn’t belong there, out of place, just like he preferred. The shimmering dress made her look a hundred times ethereal. Rhys wanted nothing more than to sweep her in his arms and hide her. Roman swallowed, bobbing his head up and down rapidly. “I-I did not kn-“ “Oh, by the time I’m done, you’ll know everything,” Roman looked both confused and scared, his eyes red and mucus coming out of his n
Just like Rhys promised, he drove her to the nearest flower shop the enxt morning after the breakfast. It was three blocks down from their hotel suite. The shop was aesthetically pleasing, with many types of flowers that caught her eye. Above the entrance hung a cute wooden sign that said "Blossom & Bloom" in fancy writing. When they walked in, a bell jingled softly.Inside was like stepping into a rainbow, with flowers of every colour arranged in cool patterns. Sunlight streamed in through big windows, making the place feel warm and cosy.Amara giggled when she noticed the overall aesthetic matched her dress- a simple maxi dress with spaghetti straps. With blue base colour and yellow and pink flowers over it. A bow on each shoulders.On the counters, there were big bunches of roses, lilies, and daisies, all smelling amazing. Tall vases showed off orchids and tulips, looking super fancy. The florist greeted them warmly.A small smile played at the corner of her lips as she turned arou
He clenched his fists, teeth grinding as he looked down at her unconscious frame. The straps of the dress had slipped down to her shoulder exposing the delicate collar bones. A flash of raging blood flashed through his eyes as his dark eyes zeroed in on the hickeys on her neck descending under her blouse. It infuriated him when he saw Rhys with her, and it angered him more knowing that the bastard had her. So many days without her. "I fucking don't care. I am not backing down." He raised his head ever so gradually as his dark eyes held his Francis. Francis clenched his jaw as he said. "I can kill for her too. And I won't hesitate, not even a bit." Francis let out a frustrated sigh as he ran his hand through his dishevelled hair. He looked at Amara and another stressed breath left his mouth. He was fucked, along with his son. Not only did he mess with Rhys, but Rhys De Luca would also crush them under his feet. ***** Amara woke up with a pounding sensation and dizzy head. The firs