LOGINGABRIEL:I did not want to hurt the beautiful woman on the bed, yet I raised the whip and brought it down against her skin.Each moan that escaped her lips made my muscles tighten and my cọck harden with a primal desire to claim her.No woman had ever made me feel this way.I had instructed her to use the safe word—“stop”—if she wanted me to end it. If she wanted me to continue, she was to beg me: “Please, Daddy.”Hearing her soft voice beg me made me want to fụck her pụssy until she was breathless.I set the vibrator aside; there was no point now. The night had grown late, and though I had not intended to do this, I could no longer resist her allure. I had to claim her—every inch of her.Her lemon scent heightened my desire as I felt her tightness wrap around my cọck, holding me captive while I made love to her.“Please, Daddy,” she moaned, begging me to continue. But I knew her body could take no more.Why was she doing this? Did she know it was me and not my father?My father was t
ARIANNA:My hands were shaking as I held his huge cọck. I had never done this before, but saving my mother mattered more than anything.When I took him into my mouth, I felt his body tense.I quickly parted my lips and pleasured him, hoping my clumsy efforts would not irritate him.“Stop!” he ordered, his voice hoarse and cold.I released him, my own body shivering. My mind raced. *Did I do it well? Did I please him? Does he want to send me away?*“Climb on the bed,” he ordered.I scrambled onto my feet and climbed onto the bed.“Your hands,” he said. His command came quickly, and I obeyed.Once he had secured my wrists and tied my ankles together, he turned and retrieved a blindfold.The feel of his strong arms brushing my shoulders as he leaned close to my neck and inhaled me sent a rush of adrenaline through me.I could feel my pụssy throbbing with unwanted desire. I tried to stay still and remember Rose’s lecture.*Moan when he touches you,* she had said.I tried to moan.“Mmm.”“
GABRIEL: When I strode into the hotel lobby, most of the staff lowered their heads as they noticed my bodyguards’ escort. I had warned Oliver and Samuel to wait for me at the Jeep. If they followed me inside, my disguise would be useless. I strode to the private elevator and rode up to the seventh floor, where my father’s presidential suite was located. When I arrived at the door, the bodyguard informed me, “The young lady has arrived, boss.” My fists tightened at my sides as I watched the bodyguard stationed at the hotel room door pull it open. When I stepped into the room, I was welcomed by that soft, lovely voice that made my heart skip a beat. It reminded me of the young lady who had cradled my head on her thighs four years earlier. Though I had been losing consciousness at the time, I could still remember her pleading voice. “Please don’t die, sir. Stay with me.” She had shaken me just before my father’s men arrived and took me away. I stood by the door, watching her. Not o
ARIANNA: Inside the hotel room, Rose turned to face me and said, "Remember my warning. Do not reveal to Don Milos that you are related to me or that I'm your stepmother. You should do as he requested. Got it?" Her eyes glared at me as she pulled at her ear. "Yes, Ma," I replied with a lowering of my head. "Go change," Rose whispered, her voice low as she gestured for me to enter the bathroom. Her eyes scanned the room to be sure that no one was eavesdropping. She gazed at a red light, which I assumed was a CCTV camera. I drew a deep breath and moved into the bathroom. I first kept the bag of the clothes on the table in the room, and went to have my bath. As the cool water dropped on my skin, I trembled but bathed quickly. When I got out of the bathroom, I expected Rose to have left the room, but she sat across from me on a leather chair. Her legs were crossed, and she gestured to the bag. "Wear the black lingerie first." My feet moved to the table. I picked up the bag, pulled o
GABRIEL: "They took her away. Please don't hurt me," the trembling man said, as he peered at my face and lowered his head. "Who took them?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous. "Mr. Hunter," he stammered, and my brows furrowed as I let go of him. Hunter Declan. I knew he worked for the rival mafia gang, the Hudson Group. Before I could ask further questions, my phone rang. It was Roman Hudson. "Roman, if you dare to lay a finger on Fiona, I will destroy the entire Hudson Group," I threatened, my fist clenched. Roman burst out laughing over the line. "Gabriel, I would like to see you try. Let's make a deal. Only then can you get your girl back. It took me a great effort to bring her here, so don't think I will release her to you with a single threat. Marry my sister, Agatha Hudson, and will half of the Milos empire to her. Then I will release Fiona to you." I stood silently. "And if I don't?" I finally asked. Roman laughed, his laughter cracking in the air like a fire crackle.
GABRIEL: I felt stunned when that lady bumped into me. "Easy, Nurse. Watch where you're rushing to," I said, my tone cold as ice, thinking she was one of those nurses who wanted to gain my attention. However, I smelled that sweet lemon scent emanating from her. Instead of shouting at her, I stood there speechless, watching her dash into the elevator before she looked up at my face. Her jaw dropped as our gazes met. Her lips trembled, wanting to say a word, but I caught the trace of tears in her eyes. The elevator shut before I could even stop her. Why did my chest ache when I saw her red eyes? Who was she? She didn't seem like a nurse here in my hospital. "Jett," I called my assistant. "Yes, boss," he stepped forward as he stood watching me. He was 29, dark-skinned and tall like me. "Find out who that lady is," I ordered, and Jett responded, "Got it." I knew that I shouldn't concern myself about her. But it had been long since I perceived that sweet lemon scent. One rainy
Arianna. When we stepped into the feminine clothing store, Rose gestured to the female representative, who strode to meet us.Several young women were in the store. It was Friday, so the store buzzed with shoppers busy selecting different dresses, handbags, and underwear."Welcome, Ma'am. What wou
Arianna.I stood waiting for my stepmother to make the call as she dialed a contact. Her tone shifted to a softer, sweeter sound as she said, "Hello, Don Milos, the Mafia Don." "Who is this?" The old, crackly voice asked, and a chill rammed down my spine."It's Rose. Your Rose," my stepmother repl
Arianna."Babe, it's no one. I'm fine. I promise you," Vincent said, kissing Talia's cheek. She narrowed her eyes at me."Vince, if you don't tell me who hit you, I'm not leaving here. Whoever touched you deserves to apologize. Tell me, so I can deal with them. Mm?" Talia touched Vincent's chin and
(Arianna's POV) Upon arriving at the magnificent black gate where my father lived, I banged on it, waiting anxiously. A few minutes later, a tall, muscular man stepped out, his gaze sharp as he stared at me. “Arianna, what do you want here?” he asked, and I recognized him as Mr. Kingsley Adam. “







