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Chapter 42: The Shadow In The Frame
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2026-08-01 05:50:10
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Harrison’s calloused hand was buried deep inside my fitted denim, his broad fingers parting my drenched, lace-bound folds while sixty stories of brutal coastal wind slammed against the raw steel frame around us.“Harrison…” I gasped, my head thudding back against the cold iron support beam. My hands clutched the crisp lapels of his dark suit for leverage, my knuckles white, my knees buckling as his long fingers worked a slow, agonizingly wet rhythm deep inside my core. “Someone... the construction team could come back up…”“Let them,” Harrison rumbled, his voice dark, gravelly, and laced with absolute, unyielding possession.His storm-grey eyes burned down into mine with unbridled, dangerous intensity. He didn't slow down for a second; his broad thumb pressed hard into my swollen, throbbing clitoris, applying a relentless, crushing friction that sent bolts of electric fire straight down my inner thighs and into my belly.“Every man on this floor was looking at your hips while you were
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The morning light streamed through the dusty, floor-to-ceiling concrete frames of the unfinished Voss Tower.Sixty stories above the city, the wind howled through the open steel superstructure. I stood near the edge in dark fitted denim, leather boots, and a high-collared knit sweater, my heavy Leica camera slung securely across my chest. This was my domain. The moment I held the lens to my eye, the high-stakes family drama and emotional wreckage melted away, replaced by sharp lines, raw light, and shadows.I brought the viewfinder to my eye, clicking rapidly as a team of construction managers reviewed blueprints near the glass perimeter.“You move differently when you work,” a deep, gravelly voice rumbled from the shadow of the concrete pillar behind me.I didn't lower the camera. I adjusted the aperture, framing the massive iron crane against the bright sky, but my pulse spiked instantly.Harrison stepped out into the natural light, surrounded by three executive aides and the chief
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The heavy double doors of Harrison’s private study slammed shut, the heavy lock clicking into place with a sharp, final sound that echoed off the mahogany-paneled walls.Before I could even clear the threshold, Harrison grabbed me by the back of my waist and slammed my hips back against the massive, leather-bound executive desk in the center of the room. Papers scattered everywhere, a silver fountain pen rolling off the edge and hitting the plush rug below, but neither of us cared.“You sat there in front of my board, dripping for me while they discussed millions of dollars,” Harrison growled, his deep voice thick with unbridled lust. “Do you have any idea what it did to me, watching your eyes glaze over while my fingers were buried inside you?”“You started it, Harrison,” I panted, my hands flying to the lapels of his crisp white shirt, ripping open the top three buttons. “You forced me into that dress—”“I put you in that dress so I could get to you faster,” he interrupted, his hand
Ruined by Mr Voss Chapter 67: Dinner With the Devil: Under The Table
The grand dining room of the Voss estate was suffocating.Eight senior executives from Voss Developments sat around the massive polished mahogany table, their crystal wine glasses glinting under the dim light of the chandelier. The air was thick with the scent of roasted meats, expensive scotch, and corporate greed.I sat at the far end of the table directly across from Harrison. I wore a backless, deep-emerald dress that clung to my waist and fell past my knees, leaving my shoulders completely bare.Every time one of the male executives turned to speak to me, Harrison’s dark, storm-grey eyes locked onto them with lethal intensity. He sat at the head of the table in a crisp white shirt with his top button undone, his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, sipping his bourbon with a slow, predatory grace.“The board is still concerned about the visual branding for the luxury sky-rise project, Harrison,” Mr. Andrew, the chief investment officer, said, gesturing with his fork. “We need a lea
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The heavy iron gates of the Voss estate swung shut behind us with a loud, metallic clang that sounded eerily like a vault locking from the outside.For three days, the media had been kept at bay by Harrison’s legal army. The story of my biological mother was being held under strict court injunctions, protected while she recovered in Harrison's private wing. But inside the sprawling, cold stone mansion, the silence was suffocating.Diana had temporarily relocated to her penthouse in the city under the guise of “cooperating with corporate auditors,” leaving Harrison and me alone in the massive house with only the house staff and his armed security team.I stood in the center of the vast grand foyer, my heels clicking softly against the polished white marble floors. Sunlight filtered through the towering arched windows, casting long, geometric shadows across the room. I looked around, a sudden wave of claustrophobia closing in on my throat.“You're quiet,” Harrison’s deep voice rumbled b
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The blacked-out glass of the Maybach reflected the blurred skyline as we glided back through the gates of the St. Jude facility.Yesterday had been a nightmare of blinding flashbulbs, shattered glass, and blood. Today, the VIP wing was dead silent. Harrison’s private security detail stood at attention every five paces along the corridor, dressed in dark suits, their hands folded neatly over their waistbands.Harrison’s large hand remained firmly planted on the small of my back, his thumb rubbing comforting, hypnotic circles into my spine through the fabric of my blouse. Every touch was a reminder of the night before—of the absolute claim he had staked on my body, my heart, and my sanity.“She’s waiting for you, Ivana,” Harrison said softly, his voice dropping into a low, protective rumble as we reached the heavy double doors of the private suite. “My medical director ran a full tox panel. Diana had her heavily sedated for over a decade to keep her compliant, but the drugs are complete
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My heart stopped. Harrison, my stepfather, was still buried deep inside me. His cock was twitching with the last pulses of his release as warm water cascaded over our joined bodies, and the applause from downstairs swelled like thunder in my ears. My mother’s voice, bright and proud, echoed through
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“Fuck me please” I said between gasps.His fingers were still buried deep inside me, curling relentlessly against that spot that made my vision blur, His storm-gray eyes locked onto mine, daring me to say it out loud.I was trembling on the edge, my hand still wrapped around his thick, pulsing cock
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My heels clicked softly against the hallway floor as I balanced the cake box in one hand and a chilled bottle of champagne in the other. Tonight was supposed to be perfect, it was my three-year anniversary with Mark. I had spent the entire afternoon at the salon, gotten my nails done in the deep cri
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