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He leaned close to her ear, his voice sending jolts of fear through her, “I'll get you back even if I die trying.”Her hand froze on the door handle. Sabrina was genuinely too stunned to speak. The spark in his eyes was no longer there. It's now replaced with something dark, maybe dangerous but it feels like trouble. Without a word, she got out and headed inside, fear slowly creeping in.She didn't wait for him to say anything else — she was out the door the second it unlocked, walking fast, refusing to look back, though her hands were trembling by the time she reached the entrance.Half an hour later, the venue buzzed with nervous energy, dozens of hopeful actors rehearsing lines under their breath. With her slot approaching, Sabrina slipped away to the restroom to brace herself."Well, well, well. If it isn't Sabrina Smith."Sabrina looked up into the mirror and felt her stomach twist. Elvira stood behind her, arms crossed, smiling like she'd just caught a prey.Her face became cold
Miller remained where he was, watching her disappear down the hallway. The conversation replayed in his mind over and over, yet no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't understand where it had gone wrong.After a long silence, he turned to Fred."Was what I said really that bad?"Fred had been standing a respectful distance away the entire time. He cleared his throat before stepping forward. "No, Master.""Then why is she upset?"Fred chose his words carefully."I don't believe Madam Sabrina was offended by your concern. I think..." Fred continued, "she has spent years fighting to build a life of her own. To her, acting isn't merely a profession. It's proof that she can stand on her own feet."He paused."When you asked her to give it up, she may have heard something different from what you intended.""What did she hear?""That marriage meant giving up herself."Miller fell silent.That... hadn't been his intention at all. If anything, he wanted to shield her from an industry he kne
He crossed the room and to her complete surprise, pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You're up. Did the maids wake you? I told them to be careful."Sabrina barely heard him."What's going on?" Her voice shook despite her best effort to steady it. "Why are they packing my things?""We're not staying in South City," he said simply. "I don't live here, remember? We're heading back to North River. That's home. So is the headquarters I oversee."Relief flooded through her so fast it nearly buckled her knees, followed by something warmer, "That's really the only reason?" she asked."Get ready," he said instead. "We leave within the hour.”Miller didn't answer that directly. Finn showing up uninvited, calling her obsessively through the night, sending messages like some stray dog that refused to be chased off, had gotten under his skin far more than he wanted it to. The thought of him refusing to let her go stirred something inside him that felt dangerously close to jealousy and he was done co
“Fuck, yes! Oh my god…” She gasps, grabbing a fist of his hair, mouth open in silent scream, eyes running to the back of her head. Miller's body tensed, his cock pulsing as her pussy tightened around his dick then he spilled his seed into her.He crashes to the side of the bed while Sabrina catches her breath. They turned to look each other in the eyes then a warm smile appeared on their faces. They didn't say a word but both knew that was one hell of a ride. Miller moved to her, his head glaring at her face like this whole thing was too good to be true. “You're like a rollercoaster, Sabby.”She locked eyes with him, “Is that a good or bad thing?”“Both.” Then he jumped out of the bed, carrying her to the bathroom for the second time that night.“What do you mean both?”“I like you too,” He said as he laid her on the bathtub.Sabrina raised a confused eyebrow, “What? When did I say I like you?”“The night of grandpa's birthday. Remember?” Oh—Sabrina's face flushed as she recalled.
He fucks her like he hates her. Like he likes her. Like he's getting revenge on something. Like he can't decide which one is true. Every fuck punch is a moan out of her; high and desperate sounds she didn't know she could make. The wet sound of him pounding into her fills the room, she sensed a slick noise with every stroke, she could hear her own wetness on his cock.The sound makes her face burn and her pussy grips him tighter.“This sound is your juicy pussy begging for more.”“Oh – god, yes! Keep going— please…” She pushes her ass back. Harder. Desperately seeking for more that her body jolts forward with every brutal thrust.She feels it - A full body convulsion that she can't quite fully suppress – her back arches slightly off the floor, her legs tensed. Her pussy clenches around him in waves that make his hip stutter and she's shaking and screaming. He fucked her so differently, she felt like she was losing her sense of thought. “Fuck – Sabby,” Miller's rhythm intensifies as
“This is a restroom.” She muttered, taking a step back.His hands came up brushing the side of her face, his thumb dragged across her lower lip, and she trembled under the intensity of his gaze. “Is there a perfect place to be fucked?” Miller didn't hesitate. He pulled her into a rough kiss. The kind that demanded everything. He kissed her hard. He turned her around and pushed her gently, but firmly against the restroom door. Every kiss had weight and every touch had control. He kept his body over hers, making sure she couldn't move without feeling him everywhere. He gripped her hips and guarded her how he wanted. Every second felt too much is not enough. His hands slide to get her bare thighs. He finds her panties soaked — the undeniable evidence of her body's betraying her.“You've been craving being fucked again, haven't you?” He said and she nodded.“Say it.”“I want your dick buried deep inside of me,” She says softly, “Please.” “I will send you home so fucked, you wouldn't b







