"Angelo!" he gasped, the sound trembling in the air as my tongue explored his nipple, teasingly circling it before delivering a gentle bite. "Hmmmm." The only acknowledgment of his call was the way I continued to savor the moment, my mouth wrapped around him while my palm roamed, brushing against his skin. But his skin wasn’t soft; it was alive with muscle, bursting with strength, and my fingers wandered over his magnificent abs, feeling the tautness beneath my touch. I could sense his stomach quiver under my palm, a testament to the pleasure coursing through him as I continued my exploration. "Fuck! Angelo, ugh!" he gasped, a raw expression of pleasure escaping his lips as my palm slid down to his belly, slipping inside his pants. He stiffened at my touch, his body responding almost instinctively, a testament to the effect I was having on him. It was undeniable; he was hard, lost in the moment and carried away by my exploration of his skin. As
As we stepped into the house, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. In a sudden move, I pushed him against the wall, catching him completely off guard. "Angelo!" His eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, he was frozen in place, unable to react. I savored that moment of shock, responding only with a teasing, "Hmmm!" as I pressed my knee gently between his thighs, holding him against the wall. My gaze was locked onto his, and I noticed the distinct movement of his throat as he swallowed, a clear sign of the tension that filled him. Despite the height difference—he was a few inches taller than me—I found myself looking up into his eyes. "Why so surprised?" I asked, my voice surprisingly soft as I leaned in closer, my mouth brushing against his chin, stirring something unspoken between. He looked down at me, his gaze filled with uncertainty. "A-angelo, do you know what you're doing?" His voice quivered, a mix of hesitation and de
"This is ridiculous, Harold," Crystal exclaimed, her voice rising with anger. "Just because Dad favors Clark doesn't mean we can't seek revenge for what he did to you and Mom." I stood frozen outside Clark's older brother's ward, caught off guard by her words as I had intended to check on them after the events of yesterday. It was never my plan to become involve in their conflict. I had only meant to stop by his ward after leaving Dad's, hoping for a peaceful conversation about their well-being. Little did I know, I had walked into a heated discussion that revealed their true feelings. Their emotions were clear, and a heavy weight settled in me. If my intention was to intervene and foster understanding, I had certainly miscalculated. Why had I even immersed the thought of mending their misunderstanding with him, when it was clear they were the very reason for his torment? I didn't leave after hearing that. Instead, I opened the door to Harold's ward and s
I felt a wave of restlessness wash over me in my office earlier, sparked by the serious expression I noticed on Clark's face as he dropped me off at the company. I realized I had forgotten to mention something important, so I quickly followed him after he said goodbye and mentioned he was heading to his company. Just as I was about to call out to him, I hesitated, noticing he was already engaged in a phone conversation. "Why did you call, Dad?" he asked with a serious tone. "Me? You want me to go to the mansion now? For what? Oh, come on, Dad, you wouldn't call me over there without good or bad news." I could tell he was speaking to his father from the context of his words. After that, he remained silent, releasing a sigh before slipping his cellphone back into his pocket. I decided against calling him, observing that he was in a hurry, quickening his pace with each step. Feeling a sense of unease, I shrugged and returned to my office, but I fou
My eyes burned with anger as I faced them, as if the demon inside me fully unleashed. In that moment, I realized that nothing could suppress my urge to release my fury, regardless of who tried to intervene. With fierce resolve, I raised the cane and struck down at Harold with all my strength, unbothered by the potential consequences of injuring him severely. I poured every bit of my energy into that blow. “Ahhh!” he screamed, writhing in torment as he gripped his wounded leg. Despite his pain, Harold managed to glare at me, his pain visible. “Damn you!” he shouted. At that moment, Rona, having regained her composure after my earlier attack, shouted, “You have no respect for your elders.” Her words only stoked the fire of my rage, and I quickly shifted my fury towards her. I struck her with similar force as I had with Harold, causing her to groan and squirm in pain on the floor beside him. I tilted my head, taking in the sight of both of them spra
"Let me go!" We spun around almost in unison at the sound of Harold's mother's desperate scream. She was being dragged into the living room, where we stood, against her will. Her eyes widened as she looked at us, and she instantly ceased her struggles upon seeing Harold kneeling in front of me and Dad. "What nonsense is this? Why are you kneeling before them?" she exclaimed, angrily wrenching her hand away from one of Dad's men who had escorted her to the mansion. Breaking free, she hurried over to Harold, grabbing his arm to help him up. However, Papa quickly intervened, striking her hand with the cane he held. "Ouch! You hit me!" Rona exclaimed, her eyes blazing with fury as she turned toward Papa, prevented in her attempt to assist Harold, who remained on his knees. "That's not all I’m going to make you experience," Papa replied, his voice heavy with seriousness and anger directed at Rona. With a swift motion, he slapped the papers he h