LOGINPattie is unavailable 😂😂, sorry Ian, I guess you were just too small 🙄 (θ‿θ)
ClaireThe moment he asked, a hiccup escaped me—half surprise, half confession. Do I want to touch myself?God, yes. His voice alone, low and rough through the phone, sent heat pooling between my thighs. A secret part of me had been waiting for this, a call, a text, anything. I craved what he could give me. Right now, hearing him, I wanted nothing more than to slide my hand down and ease the ache he’d planted. But I couldn’t let him know. Couldn’t let him see the hold he had on me. So I lied. “No, not really,” I said, but even I, didn’t believe the words. My voice trembled, betraying me. He chuckled—slow, dark, knowing. “What are you wearing right now?” he asked, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper that licked along my skin. I bit my lip, leaning back against the headboard, the phone pressed tight to my ear. “A red nightgown,” I breathed, the words shaky, slow. “What material?” he pressed. I swallowed. Truth was, this nightgown was new. After he’
PattieFinally, I was going to see my precious Liam again. I had missed him terribly—especially the way he handled me in bed. A whole year of boredom… from work to Ian. Ugh. Ian, the man who couldn’t satisfy me even if his life depended on it.But then again, Liam had spoiled me too much. After him, men like Ian barely moved a nerve in me.I let my heels carry me into the club, my eyes sweeping over the scene—women grinding on the dance floor, men throwing money in the air, the heavy, sensual music vibrating through my chest.Just before the corridor, two of Liam’s men stood guard, blocking the entrance. The moment they recognized me, they stepped aside immediately. Of course—they knew exactly who I was, Liam's number one.I only hoped Liam wasn’t inside getting his dick sucked by someone else. I wanted to get on my knees for him myself.As I walked down the corridor, I stopped at the office door where Jerry stood, smiling as always.“Welcome back, ma’am,” he greeted politely.I smile
ClaireThe moment I stepped into the living room, Luppy rushed toward me with that bright smile she always wore—until she looked closely. Her smile dropped into a small frown.“Madam, your face looks puffy… Did you go for a crying show?” she asked. My eyes widened instantly and I touched my cheeks. “Oh—no, no. I just didn’t get much sleep last night,” I said quickly, lying so she wouldn’t worry.But I instantly regretted that excuse because her cheeks turned red, and the look on her face told me exactly where her thoughts had gone. “Oh, I see, madam,” she said knowingly. I couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped out.“Is there any food? I’m starving,” I asked, desperately trying to change the topic. “Oh, there’s food, all right. You’ll need your strength,” she teased. “No, that’s not—” I tried to defend myself, but she was already turning away, and I just ended up laughing.It was Sunday, so Riette should be back from Mass anytime soon. Oh God—Sunday. I should have gone too. What was I
Claire Right now my thoughts were a mess, clashing against each other in ways that made my chest tight. Having him here beside me would only tangle everything further, so maybe it was better that he went back to his room. Besides… we had done it several times already today.So I repeated the words quietly but firmly, “Leave, Liam. I want to sleep.”He exhaled sharply, like I had asked him for something impossible. Then he finally pushed himself off the bed, my eyes following every movement. He adjusted himself, tucking his dick back into his pants while looking directly at me. His voice dropped low, teasing but edged, “You should really sleep, Mrs. Claire. We can have sex later.”He started toward the door.“Why don’t you leave the same way you came in?” I asked.He stopped, turned, and gave me a knowing smile. “Oh, you cunning woman,” he murmured before unlocking every single thing I had locked and letting himself out. He closed the door sharply behind him.I let out a long breath I
ClaireI couldn’t sleep. I had called Luppy to say I wouldn’t be home tonight—Riette’s phone kept ringing out, and she assured me he was asleep, which eased one knot in my chest. Then she added that Ian had stormed out without a backward glance. His problem.Those are my children’s savings, and he has no right to touch them whenever he pleases.I lay awake for a long while, the room thick with quiet, but as the night deepened, my eyelids finally surrendered and sleep pulled me under.Then I felt hands on my body—slow, deliberate caresses that sent warmth blooming across my skin. It had to be a dream; I had locked the door myself and double-checked it. But the touch grew hungrier, more insistent, and when I opened my eyes, there he was, his face inches from mine, breath warm and laced with whisky. “Thought you weren’t gonna wake up,” he murmured. “How did you—?” I began, but the words melted as his finger found my clit and began rubbing, slow circles that made my hips twitch in
ClaireI blinked, stunned by the absurd thing that had just come out of his mouth. My face must have betrayed every ounce of disbelief, because he straightened up and flashed that infuriating grin.“Oh, come on, Mrs. Claire,” he said, still smiling like a schoolboy who’d pulled off a prank. “I swear on my dead mother’s grave I won’t lay a single finger on you.”I stared at him. “So that means you’re not taking me home,” I concluded, mostly to myself. Whether I left tonight or tomorrow, the damage was already done. By morning the marks would be darker, the bruises blooming like accusations.“And who, exactly, caused* the way I look right now?” I snapped.He nodded, utterly shameless. “Yes, ma’am. One hundred percent my handiwork.” He said it like he was proud of a masterpiece, and I hated him for it.“You must be starving, Mrs. Claire,” he continued, as if we were discussing the weather. “This way. We should eat.”I didn’t reply. I just followed him. The hallway was silent exc







