LOGINLaura Sterling“What if he finds a way to get to me?” I whispered, my voice trembling. “What if he’s right… and you really will throw me away one day?”Aaron stood near the door for a long moment, staring at me with that same unreadable expression. The silence stretched between us, thick and heavy. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Derick’s threats kept repeating in my head like a nightmare I couldn’t escape.He finally walked back toward the bed, slow and deliberate. He didn’t sit. He just towered over me, looking down with those intense stormy eyes.“I won’t throw you away,” he said calmly, his voice low and steady. “You belong to me now, Laura. For one full year. And I protect what’s mine.”I looked away, biting my lip. His words should have brought comfort, but they only made my trust issues flare up stronger. “Belong to him.“ Like I was property. Just another thing to own, the same way Derick once owned me.“You say that now,” I muttered, my voice weak and tired. “But I heard you
Laura Sterling“Open this damn door, Aaron! I know she’s in there!”Derick’s deep voice boomed from the other side, loud and full of arrogance. The knocking grew louder and more aggressive such that it made me flinch.I froze on the bed, my heart hammering in my chest. Fear gripped me tightly. Just hearing his voice brought back every horrible memory .... the pills, the abuse, the helplessness.“Please don't let him see me, he will hurt me...“ I felt cold shivers down my spine.Aaron’s expression change into something cold, like a man ready for a war no one would win against him.“I promised you protection, my little idiot brother can't hurt you as long as you remain in my protection.“ He remained cold and calm as he straightened up from the bed. He walked toward the door with slow steps like he didn't need to rush for Derick's ruin....his broad shoulders squared and his presence commanding the entire room.He opened the door just enough to block the entrance with his body. Derick
Laura SterlingA few hours later “You can remain relaxed, Mrs Cole. It won't hurt.“ The kind doctor said, as her warm hands worked on my legs.I sat on the edge of the bed, tense and uncomfortable, as the doctor examined my legs. Her fingers pressed into my thighs and calves, testing reflexes and muscle strength. Each touch sent sharp little pains shooting through my nerves. I winced and gripped the bedsheet tightly, trying not to show how much it hurt.Aaron stood by the door the entire time, arms crossed over his chest, watching everything like a hawk. His eyes never left me. The intensity of his stare made the room feel smaller and made me feel even more trapped than I already was.When the doctor finally stepped back and started packing her equipment, she gave me a small, encouraging smile.“The good news is you should be able to walk again soon,” she said. “The damage was caused by the harmful drugs you were daily forced on you for years. Now that you’ve stopped taking them, y
Laura SterlingWhy is Aaron so cold?The question kept echoing in my head as I stared at the closed door. He had listened to me cry while he kept his face straight like he's handling a business deal, held me gently when I fell, yet his face remained like stone. There was no warmth. No comfort. Just that empty, hard to read mask.A heavy sigh escaped my lips. I felt so drained .... physically, emotionally, everything. My body still ached from last night’s escape mistake, and my legs felt heavier than ever. With great effort, I pulled the blanket higher over my chest and tried to calm my racing thoughts.“Maybe I should have signed that contract. What choice do I have? I’m too weak to survive on my own right now.“Just as I closed my eyes, trying to rest, the landline phone on the bedside table suddenly rang, loud in the quiet room.I jumped slightly, my heart skipping a beat. Who could be calling? Aaron? Or… someone else?Curiosity mixed with nervousness made me reach for the phon
Laura SterlingI woke up to the feeling of soft, expensive sheets against my bare skin.My eyes fluttered open slowly, my head still heavy and foggy from the after-effects of whatever those monsters had forced down my throat. Sunlight filtered gently through expensive curtains. This wasn’t the cold prison bed. This wasn’t even the room I had fallen asleep in last night.This bed was large, beautiful, and far too comfortable.And I wasn’t alone. That kind of made my heart pound so hard.A naked man lay beside me was the man who I was supposed to see as my enemy....Aaron..... His muscular back was turned toward me, his breathing deep and even in sleep. The sheet barely covered his waist.My heart slammed against my ribs. Panic hit me like ice water.I sat up too quickly, and the room spun. My body still felt weak, my legs completely useless beneath me. With trembling hands, I lifted the sheet covering my body. I was completely naked. Sticky. Sore between my thighs.“Oh God. We had sex
Aaron ColeShe was tighter than I ever imagined. Yes, I had moments I thought about how she'd taste how she'd fit my huge cock. But I never crossed my boundaries.The moment I buried my cock to the hilt inside Laura’s pussy, a raw groan tore from my throat. Her walls clamped down around me like hot, wet velvet ..... slick, pulsing, and impossibly tight. The aphrodisiac had made her soaking wet, but beneath that artificial flood of arousal, I could still feel her natural heat gripping every inch of me.“Fuck… Laura,” I rasped, my voice thick with lust.Every time I thrust upward, her pussy fluttered and squeezed me greedily, sucking me deeper as if it never wanted to let go. She was burning from the inside ...scalding, silky, and so fucking responsive. Her inner muscles rippled around my shaft with every stroke, milking me, pulling me in further. The wet sounds of her juices coating my cock filled the back of the limo, mixing with her broken, desperate moans.I had never felt anyt







