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Chapter 65 — Where Silence Catches Fire
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Remember me naked Chapter 180 — The Passion and the Surrender
TANIAHe says nothing at first. His silence has become a language I almost understand better than his words. But this time, there is no waiting, no cruel game: he leans toward me with contained strength, and I already feel the burn of what is to come.His lips crash onto mine, not like a caress, but like a grip. I moan, surprised by the tender violence of his kiss. His mouth devours, demands, commands, and mine surrenders, captivated, consumed. Every breath becomes a struggle, every sigh, an offering.He lifts me with a brutal and sure gesture, as if I weigh nothing. My body presses against his instinctively, my arms clinging to his neck as if my life depended on it. His warmth invades me, overwhelms me, and I understand that nothing will separate us from this collision.The world around disappears: there is only the sting of his kisses, the firmness of his hands pressing me against him, the fire spreading through my veins. I have no will left. I no longer want to have one.He lays me
Remember me naked Chapter 179 — The Ecstasy of Silence
TANIAI remain still, kneeling before him, my body burning, the world reduced to the room, the scent of leather and cold coffee, the steady rhythm of his breathing. Every tic of his jaw, every flicker of an eyelash serves as my compass. The silence between us is not empty: it vibrates with intentions, with restrained promises and unwritten rules. I feel him entirely, a heavy presence, like a magnet drawing and fixing me.— Sit up straight, he says, without raising his voice.I straighten my back, dreading and welcoming what comes next. My fingers have become strangely sensitive; the skin of my palms awakens to the slightest touch of fabric against my thighs. My thoughts loop endlessly; I must not rush, I must wait for the signal, I must remain present, and it is this discipline that makes me sharper, more alive.Lucas watches me as one observes a rare work of art: his eyes probe, compare, weigh. He seems to savor every minute change in me. A faint smile curves his lips; I understand I
Remember me naked Chapter 178 — The Offering
TANIAI remain still, kneeling before him, frozen as if in a living tableau. The silence stretching between us weighs on me as much as it electrifies me. I feel the blood pounding in my temples, my breath is too rapid, my fingers clench against my thighs to resist the dizziness.Lucas doesn't move. His eyes, locked on mine, are two chains that bind me and prevent me from fleeing. He says nothing, and it is this absence of words that makes me tremble more. Every second of his silence is a punishment, a laying bare of my impatience."Chin up," he finally commands, his voice low, without raising his tone.I obey immediately. The movement seems infinitesimal, but within me, it stirs a tumult. More exposed, I feel vulnerable, almost offered to his gaze.His hand brushes my cheek, slides along my jaw, then pulls away instantly, leaving me panting, craving the touch he denies. I hold back a sigh, but he senses it, I can tell by the shadow of a barely sketched smile."You see? You're already
Remember me naked Chapter 177 — Power Games
TANIAI stand before him, breathless, heart pounding. Every glance from Lucas freezes me, burns me. Every silence is an instrument of torture. I feel my fingers tremble as I barely touch the fabric of my clothes to adjust myself, as if a miscalculated movement could condemn me.— Come closer, he whispers, in a voice that is both soft and sharp.My legs wobble, but I step forward, one step after another, each movement measured, as if on a tightrope. My body betrays my fear: a shiver runs through me, my hands clench, and yet I must remain still, suspended in his gaze. I know he analyzes everything: the curve of my back, the tension in my shoulders, the way I breathe. Every micro-movement becomes an echo of my voluntary surrender.Lucas is sitting on the edge of the bed, and his presence dominates the entire room. My body tenses and contracts every time he moves; each slight adjustment of posture or gaze transforms into an instrument of control. I feel my desire rising, but I cannot name
Remember me naked Chapter 176 — Behind the Door
LYRAI stand frozen in the hallway, unable to move, unable to breathe properly. I hear them through the closed door: Tania's irregular breath, Lucas's calm and measured steps. Each sound is a hammer blow to my chest.A rustle of fabric, a discreet movement from Tania, and then silence. It weighs on me like lead. I find myself holding my breath, dreading to hear even the slightest reaction from Lucas.I dare not imagine what is happening behind that partition, but I know that every word, every silence, every gesture is a weapon that Lucas wields with surgical precision. And I know that Tania, fragile and terrified, is at his mercy.TANIAMy knees still tremble as I cross the threshold of the room. Lucas is motionless, his tall and imposing silhouette in the dim light. My heart beats so loudly that I fear he can hear each thump.— Stand there, he finally murmurs, his voice low and icy. Look at me.I lift my head, despite everything. His eyes pierce through me. A shiver runs through me.
Remember me naked Chapter 175 — The Ultimate Degradation
LYRASilence stretches, thick and suffocating, as if the walls themselves have closed in to witness the torment. Tania is on her knees, her forehead nearly resting on Lucas's shoes, her body shaking with sobs that ripple through the air around us.Lucas does not move. He gazes at her with a cold, fixed stare that terrifies me more than anger. It is not a burst, it is not an explosion. It is a quiet, patient cruelty that knows exactly where to press to inflict pain.His smile remains frozen, cutting, relentless.— Pitiful… he finally murmurs, shaking his head as if before a grotesque spectacle. So pitiful.His words fall like a verdict. No need to shout: he speaks in a calm tone, like a judge delivering an irrevocable sentence.Behind me, Alexandre lets out a low growl. His fists clench so tightly that his knuckles turn white. I can feel him ready to explode, but he remains rooted, trapped by the same snare: if one of us moves, Tania will be crushed between the two. Lucas knows this. A
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