LANAHe pulled me by the waist and lay on his back. I straddled him, burying myself in him.Feeling his hard dick beneath me, I threw my head back, gasping, as beads of sweat gathered on my face and body.He reached out, grabbing my breast, and said, “Ride me, baby.”That was all I needed to start rocking my waist on him. I placed my hands on his shoulders and bounced up and down.“Yes, you’re so sweet, baby,” I cried out, enjoying the intense feeling of riding him.He grabbed my butt and began lifting me up and down. We continued until I shook, and he groaned loudly, “Umh... uh...”As he emptied himself inside me, his climax triggered my own, and I collapsed on him, spasming.I lay on his chest, catching my breath. We were quiet for a while, and I absentmindedly traced my fingers over his nipple.Then I remembered why I had come to see him.I looked up at his face, where a soft smile played on his lips. He leaned down and kissed me gently, then asked, “What do you want to say?”Takin
LANACan my life get any more miserable? I stared at the cake that Granny Hart, my kind neighbor, had given me. I didn’t know how long I’d been sitting on the floor, lost in thought. She had taken pity on me, having witnessed countless birthdays go by without a single song or celebration. Damn it!Is my life really this messed up? Once again, my mom had deceived me, promising she would be home early to wish me a happy birthday. But here I was, all alone on what was supposed to be a special day—the day I turned eighteen. As I wallowed in my disappointment, the front door creaked open, the bell jingling softly. When I saw who it was, a wave of anger surged through me. My stepfather stood in the doorway, and he was no better than my mother. “Honey,” he called out, his smile unsettling. Hearing him say that made my heart race. He had never used that tone with me before. He was always strict and unreasonable, even resorting to violence. Just a few days ago, he had beaten up a boy fro
LANAHe parted my legs and positioned himself between them, his gaze locked onto mine. Opening his mouth, he said, "It will be a little painful at first, but you will feel good as we go on."My entire body tensed, but I could already feel his penis nudging at my opening, and I was dripping wet."Relax; you’re so wet," he said, pulling me tightly into his embrace.Before I could fully process what was happening, I felt intense pain between my legs. I tried to move, but he held me firmly, not allowing any space to escape."Relax; the pain will soon go away," he cautioned.As I closed my eyes, tears rolled down my cheeks. I didn’t know how long it took, but soon I began to feel a sensation I had never experienced before, and it felt incredible."Umm... oohhh," I moaned as he began to thrust in and out. I felt his fingers around my neck as he breathed into my ear, "You are so sweet, Lana. I can’t get enough of you."This drove me wild, and I grabbed onto the bedsheet, moaning even louder.
LANAI knew my mom too well. The moment she landed that first slap, I could tell she was gearing up to follow through on her threat to break the landlord's head. That would surely send us into the streets—and straight to the police station.I stopped in my tracks and sprinted over, my heart pounding with dread.“I don’t hit women, that—” the landlord was saying when my mom turned around, grabbing a heavy object.Without hesitation, he turned on his heel and fled. He must have heard the stories about her and her knack for getting into fights.The neighborhood was terrified of her fiery temper and sharp tongue. People often wondered how my stepfather, Bernardo, had managed to put up with her for all these years. But I knew the answer: he had been completely subdued, his own temper extinguished after realizing that my mom never held back when she went off the rails.I paused just short of the door, exhaling in relief. But when I caught sight of the object my mom had seized, my stomach dro
LANAI didn’t need to see who was behind the door to know they were there to cause trouble. The thought that our landlord might have sent street thugs to make our lives miserable sent a wave of fear coursing through me.Bernardo shot me a wary glance and whispered, “Who are they?”A loud bang echoed at the door, followed by a booming voice demanding, “Open up! If not, we’re kicking this damn door down!”I turned to my dad and whispered, “Mom.”That was all it took for his expression to darken. He gritted his teeth, grabbed my arm, and we tiptoed out through the back door.Behind our flat was a dark alley, seldom used by anyone except the residents of our building. We ran swiftly through it, and as we emerged, Bernardo flagged down a taxi.“Go, go, go!” he urged the driver the moment he slipped into the back seat.I glanced back and saw the thugs at our door had spotted us; they were charging after us, wielding steel bars. Fear gripped me, and I scrambled into the car.I kept looking b
LANAI felt a sudden tug on my arm, jolting me from my daze. I turned to see it was Bernardo, my stepdad, gripping me tightly. His warning glare sent a shiver down my spine, and memories of his past violence flooded back. Even my mother had turned a blind eye to it.I quickly lowered my gaze, trying to make myself invisible.Maximum, the leader of the group of men, suddenly stopped and looked directly at me. His piercing gaze felt intense, and I couldn’t help but notice how strikingly handsome he was up close. A rush of excitement coursed through me, igniting a desire I hadn’t felt in a long time.But just as quickly, he walked away, leaving my heart racing. I was smitten.As I daydreamed, Bernardo’s grip on my arm tightened, and I hissed in pain. "Um, you’re hurting me," I managed to say.Bernardo shot me a fierce glare. "Do you know who that man is? He’s Maximum, the most feared man in the country. He could kill you without a second thought, and no one would ask a question. Stay awa
LANAThe room was pitch black, and in my impatience, I didn’t care who I was touching; it just felt good to reach out. My body was on fire, and when the person in front of me hesitated, frustration bubbled up inside me.“Are you a virgin? I said, ‘Fuck me,’” I snapped, my tone sharper than I intended. When he didn’t respond, I made a bold move, tearing off his shirt and letting my fingers glide over his chest.“So muscular,” I whispered to myself, feeling a thrill. I took his arm and guided him toward the bed. The moonlight streaming through the window illuminated just enough for me to find my way.Once he was on the bed, I suddenly found myself completely naked. I leaped onto him, the thrill of seduction overwhelming my better judgment.“Sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to do this, but I can’t stop myself,” I murmured, my voice laced with uncertainty. I pulled down his trousers and boxers, straddling him, my body so ready that he slid in effortlessly.“Umh…” The sensation of him filling me b
LANAWhen I saw the wad of dollar bills on the bedside table, I was taken aback. I had never seen so much cash all at once. I stepped into the room and quietly shut the door behind me, glancing around in confusion.I sat down and waited, but after two minutes, no one came. A bold thought crossed my mind: perhaps the money was meant for me. With a mix of excitement and apprehension, I picked it up and left the room.As I exited the clubhouse, I spotted my stepfather, Bernardo, leaning against the wall, smoking. When he saw me, he quickly stubbed out his cigarette."Where's the money?" he demanded, his cold eyes locking onto mine.I pulled out the wad of bills I hadn't even counted and handed it to him. His eyes widened in disbelief as he snatched it from my hand.He burst into laughter, a wild, unrestrained sound. "Hahaha! We’re rich! Hahaha!"He wrapped his arms around me, lifting me off the ground. "Good girl, good girl!" His excitement was infectious, but I felt uneasy.As he set me
LANAHe pulled me by the waist and lay on his back. I straddled him, burying myself in him.Feeling his hard dick beneath me, I threw my head back, gasping, as beads of sweat gathered on my face and body.He reached out, grabbing my breast, and said, “Ride me, baby.”That was all I needed to start rocking my waist on him. I placed my hands on his shoulders and bounced up and down.“Yes, you’re so sweet, baby,” I cried out, enjoying the intense feeling of riding him.He grabbed my butt and began lifting me up and down. We continued until I shook, and he groaned loudly, “Umh... uh...”As he emptied himself inside me, his climax triggered my own, and I collapsed on him, spasming.I lay on his chest, catching my breath. We were quiet for a while, and I absentmindedly traced my fingers over his nipple.Then I remembered why I had come to see him.I looked up at his face, where a soft smile played on his lips. He leaned down and kissed me gently, then asked, “What do you want to say?”Takin
LANAWhen I heard my mother’s words, dread washed over me. I looked at her, stunned.“Lana, please listen to me. Don’t marry Maximum,” my mother urged.I shot back stubbornly, “Mom, stop trying to scare me. I will marry him.”Her expression shifted to one of helplessness. Instead of shock at my rejection, she sighed deeply and said, “Don’t regret this in the future.”With that, she got up and left my room. The following days settled into a monotonous routine. Aside from meals and school, nothing noteworthy happened. My mother barely spoke to me, and my father was hardly around.After my college entrance exam, I returned home to find the house unusually full. Maximum, who hadn’t contacted me in weeks, was sitting in the living room with my father, who we rarely saw.“Princess, come over and sit,” my father beckoned.I glanced at Maximum. His face was expressionless, leaving me unsure of his thoughts. Reluctantly, I walked over and sat beside my dad. He asked with genuine concern, “How
LANAWhen I heard my mother's response, I realized she might already know she's being deceived by my father. I couldn't understand why she stayed with him, and her decisions baffled me.She laughed bitterly. "You're so smart, Lana, but you'll never understand," she said quietly.I watched her ascend the stairs, looking defeated. I knew she was hurting, but I had no idea how to comfort her. I felt lost in my own dilemma.I went to my room and lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. I was completely restless.The next morning, I didn't bother looking for Maximum. I realized my life was a mess.I was caught in a conspiracy I knew nothing about.When I got home, the atmosphere was tense, and the weather was gloomy, hinting at rain. Even the mansion staff looked somber.I walked into the living room with my heart pounding. Although it was empty, my unease didn't fade. I showered, ate, and returned to my room.I was sleeping when my mother woke me. Her face was etched with wor
LANAMy father leaned back in his chair, rubbing his forehead in frustration. He clasped his hands on the table and said, "Lana, you should know your mother comes from the Wilson family. Her background and social status are on a different level. The rich don't care about the poor. You should understand this by now."I fell silent, pondering his words. He continued, "The Wilson family is a nightmare. Your mother didn't care about my background; she was interested in me and our love. That's why I never mentioned my family to her."I recalled what Maximum had said about my dad's feud with the Wilsons and his possible manipulation of my mother. My heart skipped a beat.Dad looked me in the eye and asked, "Lana, you believe me, right?"His eyes were filled with expectation, and I couldn't bring myself to express my doubts. So, I lied, "I trust you, Dad."He nodded, dismissing me with a wave. "You must be tired. Go rest."I got up and left his room, but I couldn't shake off the worry about
LANAHearing Maximum's side of the story, I felt a glimmer of hope that the situation was still salvageable.I let out a breath of relief, but then he turned to me and asked, "Do you believe me, Lana?"There was so much hope in his eyes that I couldn’t bear to let him down. I chose my words carefully. "Look, babe, I've been deceived and fooled all my life. It’s hard for me to accept all this, but I trust that you would never lie to me. You wouldn’t, right?"Maximum smiled, though it was tinged with sadness. "It's okay, Lana. I’ll earn your trust back someday. You should go home now; he might make a move if you stay."I hesitated, reluctant to leave. But his warm smile reassured me. "I will come for you, babe," he said softly.I nodded, turning away with a heavy heart. As I stepped outside, I spotted the driver pacing anxiously. When he saw me, surprise flickered across his face, quickly replaced by composure. "Miss, are you done?" he asked tentatively.I could read between the lines.
LANAI thought that by staying silent and ignoring him, my dad would just leave. Instead, he shut the door and strode over to my bed. He sat down and remained quiet for a while, and I hoped he wouldn’t say anything. But then he broke the silence."Lana," he began, "I know you might suspect me—think I’m behind the kidnapping, that I set up Mark for this."He paused, taking a sharp breath. "I’ll admit, I wanted Maximum dead. But not at the cost of your life. I won’t put you in danger to achieve my goals."My heart raced. I had never expected him to confess that he wanted Maximum dead. I wanted to pretend to sleep, but I couldn’t keep my composure any longer.Then, to my shock, he continued. "I know you’re listening and questioning why I want him gone. He hasn’t told you, but that bastard did something unforgivable. I won’t rest until he pays."I froze at his words, feeling a chill run down my spine. He sneered, "He killed my brother, and he has to die. Goodnight, my princess."In that m
LANAMaximum didn’t finish what he wanted to say, but I could sense his meaning, and it shook me to my core.He turned off the television and walked toward me, pulling me close and kissing my forehead. “Don’t be scared, Lana. I promise I’ll come for you. We’re going to get married.”I looked into his eyes and nodded. “I believe you,” I replied softly.A smile spread across his face, and he kissed my forehead again before saying, “You can leave now.”I felt a wave of reluctance wash over me, but I knew that staying would only provoke my father further. I turned toward the door, glancing back more times than I intended.As I descended the staircase and stepped outside, I was met with a scene of chaos: rows of police cars lined the street, and helicopters hovered above.A small smile tugged at my lips; I never imagined such a grand display was all for my return.My gaze swept over the crowd until I spotted my dad, deep in conversation with someone. When he noticed me, he abruptly halted
LANABefore I could escape, Mark grabbed my arm. I tried to push him away, screaming, "Let go of me!"He turned and slapped me hard across the face, leaving my head buzzing. "If you don't want to get hurt, you'd better cooperate and behave."My ears rang from his fierce warning, and I struggled to keep my eyes open as he dragged me down the mountainside.When I looked around, he was already pulling me into a cave. Armed men with guns surrounded us, and I knew I had to plead for mercy. "Mark, think of your friendship with my dad. Please let me go."He laughed, looking at me with disdain, then ordered his men, "Tie her up."He shoved me to the ground, pain shooting through my body from the impact. I looked at him with resentment, but he ignored me and walked away.Once I regained my senses, I found myself being tied up with ropes. No matter how much I struggled, they easily restrained me and forced me into a corner.I had lost track of time in the dark cave. My body ached, and exhaustio
LANAI didn't completely trust what Maximum had said about my father, but in that moment, I realized it was crucial to help my mother break free from her one-sided love for him.I took her hands, and for a brief moment, she seemed present. To my surprise, she smiled brightly, and I felt a flicker of confusion at the sudden warmth in her expression."Mom," I said softly.Suddenly, her eyes filled with tears as she replied, "I’ve been waiting for this moment, Lana—the day you finally forgive me."I was taken aback, momentarily at a loss for words.I squeezed her hands gently and said, "Mom, what if you’ve been living a lie? What if everything you believe about Dad isn’t true?"Her expression shifted to one of confusion, and I realized she had no idea what I was trying to convey. I pressed on, "Consider this: what if Dad doesn’t love you? What if he’s been using you to achieve his own goals? What if—"Before I could finish, she jerked her hands away, her eyes narrowing with fury.She lea