MasukThis action of his caused Lynette’s body to throb with even more desire, her chest rising in response to the ecstasy as her hands wound into his hair. His tongue explored her nipples as he continued to suck and nibble on them, just as his fingers found her wet core. His touch made her wet core clench in anticipation, as his fingers drew teasing circles around her sensitive bud while he continued to suckle her nipples. Lynette's breath hitched, her hips rising slightly with his movements. “Ahhh… hmmm…” she moaned, her breath quickening. His fingers continued to stroke her as he muttered, “Lyn, my love,” his voice low with pleasure as his desire hardened further. “Ahh… ohhh… yes…” Lynette moaned, her body growing wetter, her hips lifting and parting as though inviting him to take her completely. As if Azael knew exactly what she wanted, he slowly pushed a finger into her, gentle at first. He was aware she was still untouched, and a deep sense of satisfaction stirred with
After barking out orders, he strode off with Lynette in his arms. Outside the Tipsy Crescent Bar, a low-profile black Rolls-Royce was parked. Dan, Azael's personal assistant, who happened to be Butler Thomas's son, opened the car door for Azael, who stepped in with Lynette still in his arms. “Master,” Dan greeted with a bow of his head, to which Azael responded before entering the car. “Mm.” Dan was the one involved with the companies opened in Azael's name. He was like the second-in-command to Azael Alarico. While his father was in charge of the mansion at Greenvale Countryside, he handled the many companies owned by Azael. From the corner of his eye, he saw his master carrying someone, a woman who looked somewhat familiar. Dan: … He paused subtly, though it wasn’t obvious, his expression remaining stoic. ‘So, this was the Lady Boss,’ he thought. Dan had heard from his father, Butler Thomas, that Azael had been awakened by the Holy Maiden’s blood. From the pictu
Along the corridor of the Tipsy Crescent Bar, Lynette's steps wobbled as she felt increasingly unwell with each step she took. She had no idea where the exit was, as the aphrodisiac in her bloodstream blurred her vision. ‘Hot, so hot… help me…’ Waves of heat engulfed her, her sanity sinking with every pressing urge to tear off her clothes as they clung to her skin. A thin layer of sweat covered her body, small droplets of perspiration sliding down from her cleavage, leaving traces of their path. The scene was both seductive and inviting, all without Lynette's awareness. She stumbled into a room, her steps staggering and dizzy. Lynette stared at the room filled with people and neon lights. Though it gave off a smoky and somewhat eerie vibe, it did nothing to alarm her, as her misty eyes fixed on the corner of the room where a handsome man sat. His posture was that of a regal king. Even though he sat there with his eyes closed, he exuded a ‘do-not-approach’ aura that was
Back inside the Tipsy Crescent Bar, on the top floor— Lynette was sprawled across the sofa, feeling both weak and feverish. She shook her head, trying to maintain some awareness, especially with the pervert walking toward her. “Baby girl, are you feeling uncomfortable? Don’t worry. Very soon, I’ll relieve your stress, hmm?” Mr. Luke lewdly traced his fingers along Lynette’s cheek, his eyes filled with twisted desire. “Don’t… come… closer. Don’t… touch me…” She gagged at his repulsive touch and shrank back in retreat. “Oh? You don’t like my touch?” Luke Wyatt looked at her, something dark and dangerous flickering in his eyes. “Mm, you’re not obedient at all. But don’t worry , you’ll soon get used to it.” “Come, come. Let’s go to the room I booked for us. We can’t do it here, alright?” he said, lifting Lynette by supporting her shoulders. His coarse hands slid to her waist in a lewd and inappropriate manner. A wave of disgust surged through Lynette. “Let me go! Help me
Sophia Clock had been assigned as her manager when Lynette first debuted in the industry. Back then, Sophia had always been like this—scheming, calculating, willing to do anything for promotion and money. Though Sophia’s disdain, mixed with an unspoken jealousy toward Lynette, had always been present, she had never allowed it to show openly. But now, she no longer needed to hide it. Lynette felt an overwhelming urge to touch something cold, her vision turning hazy. In her precarious state, she had no idea that every small movement of hers carried an unintended allure. Her emerald eyes shimmered faintly, misty and unfocused, with a sultry glow. The silky red gown, with a slit along her left hip that she had worn to meet her manager after Butler Thomas dropped her at her apartment, clung to her curves, accentuated by the heat burning beneath her skin. The sight only fueled the director’s already impure intentions. He smiled in a way that made Lynette's skin crawl with
Nor did he expect his master to delay the girl from boarding the train without her knowledge. Tsk, tsk. His boss really knew how to scheme without leaving a trace behind. Now he understood why his master had scheduled the gathering of the purebred for today, after weeks since his awakening. Lynette froze when she saw Grandpa Butler. Her mind couldn’t help but recall her encounter at the mansion and the coffin. “Hello, Grandpa Butler.” “Yes, I’m heading back, Grandpa Butler.” “That’s great. Hop in. Let me give you a ride back—we’re heading in that direction.” We? Lynette wondered. Could someone be at the backseat? Could it be the owner of the mansion—Grandpa Butler’s employer? “Hehe… th-that won’t be necessary, will it?” she said nervously. “I mean, I already booked my train ticket. I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you, Grandpa Butler.” Lynette prayed Butler Thomas would understand and not force her to join them. She dreaded being in the same car with them, es
Tsk, tsk.Baseless superstition.She wondered how any of it could be true, especially in this age of technology.How exaggerated it all sounded.Over the four-hours ride on the train, Lynette had already understood the state of this village through Averia's rambling.The village was called Redcroft
“ Those clothes,” Madam Hale continued, her lips curled faintly.“ She brought them here on purpose. As if to say ‘look , your son and i are in a relationship, he belongs to me now.’ ” Daniella had known from the start that for her plan to go smoothly, she needed proof of her entanglement with Ale
“ So, Miss Salmon,” Madam Hale said coldly, her fingers adjusting the ring on her hand, “ It would be for your own good if you dashed those scheming thoughts of becoming the daughter-in-law of the Hale family.”Daniella's face paled under the glow of the chandelier. The light exposed every flicker
“ Uhmm…” Daniella hesitated, fingers tightening around the paper bag as she lifted it slightly.“ I just came to return the clothes he left at my place last night.”She paused, then lowered her gaze, lashes fluttering as if embarrassed.“ I'm sorry for coming unannounced,” she shifted her weight une







