تسجيل الدخولCHAPTER SIXTY-TWO: THE FIRST NIGHTElena could not sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt his thumb on her jaw again.After a long time she sat up. The apartment was quiet. She stood, pulled the gray sweater back on over her tank top, and opened the door.The living room lamp was still on. Cole sat on the couch with a book open on his leg. He looked up when she stepped into the room.“Can’t sleep?” he asked.“No.”Elena walked closer. Her bare feet were quiet on the floor. She stopped a few steps away from him.“I keep thinking about those messages,” she said. “And about how long I just… stayed. Like a fool.”Cole closed the book and set it aside. “You’re not a fool.”She gave a small, tired smile. “It feels like it.”He watched her for a moment. Then he spoke in that same low, steady voice. “Come here.”Elena’s heart jumped. She moved closer until she stood between his knees. Cole looked up at her. His eyes were dark in the soft light.“What do you want? ” he said. “Tell me
CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE: FUVKING CHEATElena sat on the edge of her bed and stared at her phone. The clock said 11:47 p.m. Kyle said he would be home by ten. He said he was just having a quick drink with the guys from work.She had cooked dinner, but the food was cold now. She was cleaning the countertop when her phone lit up. A message from Kyle.Kyle: Still out baby. Don’t wait up.Elena’s chest felt tight. Then she opened their shared photo album by accident and saw a picture from last month, they looked happy in it. She closed it with a sigh.Then she saw the notification she had ignored earlier. It was from a number she did not know. The message had been sent to Kyle’s phone, but somehow it showed up on the family plan alert.Unknown number: Last night was fun. You still smell like meElena’s hands went cold. She read the message three times. Then she opened Kyle’s chat history on the cloud. She knew his password, he never changed it.There were more messages, photos, one even showed
CHAPTER SIXTY: MARCUS'S POV Marcus watched Elena’s face after he said the words.“I love you, Elena.”The room fell very quiet. He could hear the soft hum of the fridge in the kitchen. He could hear his own heartbeat in his ears.Elena stared at him. Her lips were slightly open. Her eyes were wide. She did not speak.Marcus did not look away. He had said it. He could not take it back now. He did not want to take it back.Seconds passed. They felt long.Finally Elena blinked. She pulled her feet off his lap and sat up straighter on the couch. She looked down at her hands for a moment. Then she looked back at him.“You love me?” she asked. Her voice was quiet.“Yes.”“How long?”Marcus thought about the honest answer. “I think I started falling at the wedding three years ago. I tried to stop. I told myself it was just an attraction. But it never went away. Being here with you these last two days made it clear. It’s not just wanting you. I love you.”Elena let out a slow breath. She st
CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE: I LOVE YOUELENA'S POV Elena woke up slowly the next morning.Marcus was still in bed with her. His arm was around her waist. His face was close to hers on the pillow. He looked peaceful when he slept. Younger. Softer.She watched him for a while. Last night felt different. Not just because there was no condom. It felt deeper. Like they had crossed a line they could not go back from.Marcus opened his eyes. He smiled when he saw her looking at him.“Morning,” he said, voice rough from sleep.“Morning.”He pulled her closer and kissed her. It was slow and soft. No rush. Just warmth.“How do you feel?” he asked.“Good. A little sore. But good.”“Sorry about the sore part.”Elena shook her head. “Don’t be. I liked it. A lot.”They stayed in bed a bit longer. Just holding each other. Talking about small things. What they needed to do that day. How the rain had finally stopped. It felt easy again.After a while they got up. Elena made coffee. Marcus made toast and eggs
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT: STAYMARCUS'S POV Marcus woke in the middle of the night.Elena was still pressed against him. Her head was on his chest and one of her legs was over his. She was warm and she looked so cute in her sleep.He lay still for a long time. He did not want to wake her. But his body was already reacting to her being this close. He tried to ignore it.Elena moved a little. Her hand slid across his stomach. Then lower. She was still half asleep, but her fingers brushed against him through his sweatpants.Marcus sucked in a quiet breath.Her eyes opened slowly. She looked up at him in the dark.“Are you okay? You’re hard,” she whispered.“Sorry. You were pressed against me. I couldn’t help it.”Elena did not pull away. She moved her hand lower and touched him more firmly through the soft fabric.“I don’t mind,” she said.Marcus turned onto his side so they faced each other. He cupped her cheek and kissed her. The kiss started slowly, then it grew deeper. Elena made a small
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN: WEIRDLY GOOD ELENA'S POV Elena sat on the couch with her feet in Marcus’s lap. The TV was on, but she was not really watching it.His hand rested on her ankle. Every now and then his thumb moved in a small circle. It felt nice and calm. It felt like they had done this many times before, even though they had not.She looked at him. He was watching the screen, but she could tell his mind was somewhere else too.“What are you thinking about?” she asked.Marcus turned his head. “That this feels easy. I did not think it would feel easy.”Elena nodded. “Me neither. I thought it would be awkward by now.”“Is it awkward for you?”“No,” she said. “It’s… good. Weirdly good.”He gave a small smile. “I’ll take it. Weirdly good.”They stayed quiet for a while. The only sounds were the low voices from the TV and the soft rain that had started again outside. Elena liked the quiet. She did not feel the need to fill it. She loved how comfortable they both were.After a few minut
The silk blindfold was tight around my eyes, plunging me into complete darkness.My heart hammered violently in my chest as two strong hands guided me forward into the private room. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne, leather, and raw masculine hunger. I could hear low breathing,
I had fantasized about Dr. Noah Declan for three long years.Ever since my freshman year when I first sat in his lecture hall, captivated by his deep, commanding voice and the way he moved with such natural authority. He was 44 years old, brilliant, and devastatingly attractive . He was tall with b
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My boss, Damien had me bent over his heavy oak desk, my maid uniform skirt shoved up around my waist and panties roughly shifted to the side. His thick cock thrust deep into my dripping pussy from behind, stretching me open with every powerful stroke.His large palm was clamped firmly over my mouth







