로그인After losing both her parents at a tender age, Ciara experiences coldness despite having her best friend Carlista whose parents chose to raise her, she faces several oppositions from extended family and even outside pressure as a result of her inherited wealth; she falls in love with her best friend's brother who refuses to acknowledge their relationship to the public.
더 보기CIARA
If I had walked away the first time, none of this would be happening. But I don't. And now I'm standing here, trapped in something I no longer want. "You petty, pretentious bastard. You don't get to do this to me," I snarl. "I'm done. We're done. Marry her for all I care, but I'm moving on with my life." He laughs softly, the sound low and mocking, his eyes meeting mine through the mirror. My back is pressed against his chest, his grip firm on my waist. "It's way too late now to think of walking away, little Ciara..." he murmurs against my ear. "You had years to walk away but the moment my cock got inside you, your fate was sealed. You don't ever get to walk away from us in this lifetime or the one afterwards. I've tasted you, and I'm never letting you go." My stomach twists. I try to remove his hands from my waist as it feels like some hot scorch burning through the fabric I'm wearing. "Dream on Mathew, I snap, my chest rising and falling sharply. "I made a lapse in judgement but it is not too late...I want out." "There's never an out between us Ciara, the earlier you get used to it, the better for you." I try to come up with an argument, but my phone rings. I check the caller, and it's his sister Calista. I pick up. "Hello?" "Where are you Ciara? I've looked everywhere for you but I can't find you." I clear my throat. "Just in the bathroom, I'll be right outside." "Bathroom? Good.. Tony's on his way to you, he's been very worried about you. You picked a good one, honey. I totally support you choosing him. You should see him now." Before I'm able to come up with a response, she hangs up giggling. Then I heard him call my name outside the ladies room "Ciara? Babe are you good?" I go completely still as Mathew suddenly pulls me even closer to himself and palms my right breast. I struggle to stifle a moan but he refuses to have it as I look up at the mirror in fright to see him smirking. Mathew is a jerk. And when he smirks it's because he's about to start shit up. I quickly answer Tony. "Hey Tony...I'm in the ladies I'd be out soon..." Mathew being the devil he is at that moment tweaks my nipple bud and a moan slips out of my mouth. "Are you okay Ciara?" I try to answer Tony but I can't even manage a coherent thought as he slips his hands through the slit of my dress and presses into my clit while clamping and tweaking on my nipple bud harshly as pleasure takes over my senses completely This is not fair, he shouldn't get to do this when he's practically getting engaged to another woman. I try to bring myself back from the brink of pleasure to snap out of it and push him away but no...my body fails me as I find myself nudging at the bulge in his pant suit, moving my hips in hopes of getting a friction around him. He grunts. Tony is saying something yet I hear nothing as I feel Matthew unzip himself and slam into me. I cover my mouth quickly to avoid moaning, then I exhale. "Stop Mathew...I'm not on the pill and you have no protection." He thrusts back in and out sharply. "Having your stomach swell with my child will do me such pleasure," he whisper. He licks my ear while I stare at him through the mirror. "This is wrong Mathew." He bruises my waist with his fingers. "What's wrong Ciara is you thinking I'd let you walk off into the sunset with some punkass after loving you for three years." His thrusts becomes even more urgent as I become a complete mess. He continued. "What's wrong is you ever even imagining that I'd let you go." I try so hard to stop him, Lord knows I tried yet it yields to nothing as he ignores me completely and simply hastens his thrusts. "Your body is mine, your kisses are mine, everything about you is mine absolutely mine," he grunts. My entire body suddenly pulses with electric urgency as I feel an orgasm coming up. Every protest in me at the moment dies out as he continues fucking my senses out of me as tears of frustration and pleasure attacks me. I clamp my mouth shut to avoid screaming out in pleasure so Tony doesn't hear me. "Fuck...you feel so good and tight Ciara. I was your first and I'd be your last." His hand remained on my waist as he completely ignores my cautions, getting vocal about the pleasures he feels "The world be damned Ciara...you are never leaving me." He grunts as he cums at the same time I do, riding out his orgasm high, totally disregarding poor Tony at the other side of the door. I push him away. Without hesitation, I slap him hard. But he simply smiles. I look away, trying to fix and make myself presentable. "Hey Tony...I'd be right outside." Before I can make an attempt to leave, he moves closer to me, staring at me with a look of regret. "I love you Ciara...I'd never marry her," he says. "But there's so much going on that you have no idea of so, please stop allowing any man into your space. It drives me completely crazy." He kisses my forehead. I scoff as I fix my appearance, disentangling myself from him. He tries to go out but I push him backwards and made my way outside. I find a very concerned looking Tony who has stayed outside no less than thirty minutes worried about me. I walk toward him, enveloped in guilt. "Hey, Tony. " He quickly checks me over. "Are you okay?" I exhale shakily and smile. Together, we join the engagement party. Throughout the night, Matthew's eyes remain on me irrespective of his fiancée beside him.CIARAThe runway lights were brutal.They weren't designed to flatter anyone standing beneath them. They flooded the stage with a sharp white glare that erased everything beyond the catwalk. Once you stepped into them, the crowd disappeared. The cameras disappeared. The thousands of eyes watching disappeared.All that remained was the walk.Backstage was another world entirely.Stylists rushed between racks of clothing with armfuls of garments. The air smelled like expensive perfume, hairspray, and nervous energy. Someone shouted for a missing model. Another person cursed because a zipper had broken seconds before showtime.Everything was moving at a hundred miles an hour.I stood in the middle of it all, perfectly still.The deep bass of the music vibrated through the floor beneath my heels, pulsing up my legs and settling somewhere in the center of my chest.I inhaled slowly.The cool air inside the Bryant Park pavilion helped clear my head.Fashion shows weren't my natural battlefi
MATHEW The squeak of wet sneakers on the freshly waxed floor was what finally set me on edge.I stood by the counter, a half-empty beer warming in my right hand. The kitchen smelled like a strange mix of burnt sugar, vanilla frosting, and the sharp, chemical tang of the industrial cleaner the staff had used to prep the place. Outside the bay windows, the June heat was brutal, but the central AC was humming a steady, freezing vibration that kept the sweat dry on the back of my neck.It was Adam’s fifth birthday.Through the archway leading to the sunroom, I could hear fifteen kids screaming over a folding table. My sister, Carlista, stood near the patio doors holding a tray of juice boxes, her silver-cropped hair catching the light. She looked entirely out of place but fiercely protective. Beside her, Louis leaned against the doorframe in his shirtsleeves, his jacket discarded, eyes constantly tracking the backyard fence.We had tried to make it look normal. A real cake with blue fro
CIARA The glass doors of Horizon Holdings slid shut behind me with a soft click, sealing out the damp Manhattan afternoon.Coming back to work after the wedding felt strange. Most people returned from something like that carrying memories, photos, and a lingering sense of celebration.I came back checking for vulnerabilities.The executive floor was quiet. The smell of fresh espresso drifted through the office, mixing with the faint sound of expensive servers hidden behind reinforced walls. To the outside world, Horizon Holdings was just another international logistics company handling shipments and contracts across continents.The truth was buried several layers deeper.Every system inside this building was part of a fence.A very expensive fence and the people who built it knew exactly why it existed."The server-room integration is finished."Luke's voice broke through the silence.I looked toward the conference table and couldn't stop the small smile that appeared.It was good t
MATHEW The heavy oak doors of the chapel groaned shut behind the wedding guests, but the echoing snap of the security latch was the only sound that truly mattered.I stood at the reception bar, my six-foot-four frame cutting a jagged silhouette against the amber track lighting of the estate’s private pavilion. I slowly rolled my left shoulder, the sting of the stitched flesh down to a dull, manageable thrum. My right hand gripped a glass of neat scotch, the white medical tape hidden beneath the starched cuffs of my tuxedo sleeve tightening as my fingers flexed. My only sister was now officially married to my best friend. When we started out, things were so simple looking until maturity caught up to us and finally we dealt with the reality of our present lives.The perimeter was locked down. Louis and Mary’s men had established a seven-mile clean perimeter around the property, and the internal thermal grid was perfectly green. There were no ghosts in the valley. The old world was buri
MATHEW I stood in the centre of the ring, my knuckles wrapped in tape, looking at the guy opposite me. Tony. The same guy who had been buying drinks for Ciara at the university bar for months. The same guy who looked at her with those smarmy, possessive eyes and the same idiot who came with her to
CIARAMaggie's eyes narrowed as she took in our dishevelled state-mud-caked shoes, rain-soaked clothes, and the undeniable scent of sex clinging to us like a second skin. I instinctively stepped back, crossing my arms over my chest as if that could hide the evidence of our encounter."Well, isn't t
CIARAMaggie's eyes narrowed as she took in our dishevelled state-mud-caked shoes, rain-soaked clothes, and the undeniable scent of sex clinging to us like a second skin. I instinctively stepped back, crossing my arms over my chest as if that could hide the evidence of our encounter."Well, isn't t
I began pacing around. "Go check out Ciara's movement, and if she's recently made new friends. "Damn .. I need to fix this fast." What did you find?""She's just recently started seeing Tony. She's not made new friends, and she just got out of the hospital."I still go very still at the word hosp
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