Chapter Five

MICHEAL’S POV

The next morning, I sat in my study, my attention fixed on the documents scattered across my desk.

The room was quiet except for the occasional ticking of the antique clock against the wall. I hadn’t slept much. Every time I closed my eyes, the events of the previous night returned to haunt me.

Chloe. The way she had looked at me. The way she had tried to hide her pain behind that calm expression. There was something about her I couldn’t understand, something that made it difficult to push her out of my mind.

A soft knock sounded on the door.

“Come in.” The door opened, and Adrian walked in with a thick brown file in his hand. He closed the door behind him before approaching my desk.

“I have it,” he said.

I looked up from the documents.

“The information you asked for?” He nodded and placed the file in front of me. “Everything I’ve managed to gather so far.”

I opened it slowly.

“Chloe’s family has been treating her badly for years,” Adrian began. “From what I’ve discovered, she’s practically an outsider in her own home. Her family favors her stepsister, and Chloe has been blamed for things she didn’t do more times than I can count.”

My expression hardened as I turned the pages.

Photographs.

Records.

Names.

Dates.

Everything was documented.

“And Andrew?” I asked. Adrian’s expression changed. “Andrew was her boyfriend.” My fingers stopped moving.

“He was?”

“Yes. They were together for quite some time.”

I continued reading while Adrian waited for me to speak.

“Until he betrayed her,” he added.

I slowly lifted my gaze.

“What did he do?”

Adrian hesitated briefly.

“He slept with her stepsister.”

Silence settled over the room.

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth.

So this was the man Chloe had been heartbroken over.

Her boyfriend had betrayed her with her own stepsister.

Pathetic.

But my amusement disappeared when I turned to the remaining pages.

Chloe hadn’t simply lost a boyfriend. She had lost someone she trusted while surrounded by people who had apparently been hurting her for years.

I leaned back in my chair, studying the information.

“Is that all you could find?”

“For now,” Adrian replied.

I tapped my fingers against the desk.

“For now?”

“I need more time if you want the complete picture. There are things about her family that don’t add up. I also found some old records concerning your parents’ deaths, but I haven’t been able to confirm everything yet.”

My eyes sharpened.

“My parents?”

“Yes.” “Find out what happened. I want every detail, no matter how insignificant it seems. Adrian nodded.

“I will.”

He turned toward the door.

“Adrian.”

He stopped and looked back at me.

“Don’t let anyone know you’re investigating Chloe.”

“Understood.”

The door closed behind him.

I remained seated, staring at the photograph in front of me.

Chloe.

For some reason, seeing her face on paper felt different from seeing her standing before me.

She looked innocent. Almost painfully so.

I closed the file and rubbed a hand over my jaw.

I didn’t know why I cared. Downstairs, I found Chloe sitting quietly at the breakfast table.

I had left my study to get some fresh air when I noticed her through the open doorway leading to the dining room.

She was pushing food around her plate rather than eating it.

I paused.

She hadn’t seen me yet.

After what had happened between us the previous night, I wondered what was going through her mind. Was she angry? Frightened?  I couldn’t tell. Eventually, she looked up at one of the maids.

“Where is Michael?” I remained where I was, listening.

“Mr. Michael is in his study, ma’am,” the maid answered.

Chloe glanced toward the staircase.

“Please dish out his breakfast.”

The maid nodded.

“Should I take it to him?”

“No. I’ll take it.”

I frowned slightly.

She wanted to bring me breakfast herself?

Why?

I watched as the maid prepared a tray and handed it to Chloe. She accepted it carefully and made her way toward the staircase. I stepped back before she could notice me watching. A few minutes later, another knock sounded on my study door.

“Come in.” The door opened, and Chloe stepped inside with the breakfast tray in her hands.

For a moment, our eyes met.

She looked nervous.

“I brought your breakfast,” she said softly.

I turned toward the window, keeping my expression unreadable.

“Keep it on the table.”

“Okay.”

I heard her footsteps as she crossed the room and placed the tray on the table.

Neither of us spoke.

The silence felt heavier than it should have.

I remained by the window, staring outside, until I heard her hesitate behind me.

“Michael…”

I turned around.

“What?”

She stood beside the table, her fingers intertwined nervously.

“I just wanted to make sure you ate.”

For a moment, I didn’t know what to say.

After everything I had read about her that morning, those simple words sounded different.

She was the one who had been mistreated.

The one who had been betrayed.

Yet she had come all the way to my study because she wanted to make sure I had breakfast.

I studied her face.

“Why do you care?”

Her eyes lifted to mine.

She seemed genuinely surprised by the question.

“I… I don’t know.”

Her answer unsettled me.

I walked toward the table, and she immediately stepped aside to give me room.

As I passed her, I caught the faint scent of her perfume.

She looked away.

I sat down and pulled the tray closer.

“Thank you,” I said.

Her eyes widened slightly, as though she hadn’t expected those words from me.

“You’re welcome.”

She turned toward the door.

“Chloe.”

She stopped.

“Yes?”

I studied her for a moment.

“Lock the door.”

Her expression changed.

For a few seconds, she remained perfectly still.

Then she walked toward the door and turned the lock.

The click echoed through the quiet room.

When she turned back to face me, I was already watching her.

I rose slowly from my chair.

She took a small step backward.

“What are you doing, Michael?” she asked.

I stopped in front of her.

For a moment, neither of us spoke.

“Look at me, Chloe,” I said quietly.

She raised her eyes to mine.

“I brought your breakfast,” she said softly.

I turned back toward the window, keeping my expression unreadable.

“Keep it on the table.”

She nodded.

“Okay.”

I heard her footsteps as she walked farther into the room.

The silence between us felt strangely heavy.

I remained by the window, staring outside, while she placed the tray on the table.

Neither of us spoke.

Then I heard her hesitate.

“Michael…”

My eyes narrowed slightly.

I turned around.

She was standing beside the table, her fingers nervously intertwined in front of her.

“What?”

She looked at me for a moment before lowering her gaze.

“I just wanted to make sure you ate.”

Something inside me shifted.

After everything I had read about her that morning, those simple words suddenly sounded different.

She was the one who had been mistreated.

The one who had been betrayed.

Yet she was standing in my study, worried about whether I had eaten.

I studied her face.

“Why do you care?”

Her eyes slowly lifted to mine.

She seemed caught off guard by the question.

“I… I don’t know.”

For some reason, her answer bothered me more than it should have.

I walked toward the table.

Chloe immediately stepped aside to give me space.

As I passed her, I caught the faint scent of her perfume.

My eyes briefly settled on her face.

She looked away.

I sat down and pulled the tray closer.

“Thank you,” I said.

She blinked.

Perhaps she hadn’t expected me to say it.

“You’re welcome.”

She turned toward the door.

But before she could reach it, I spoke.

“Chloe.”

She stopped.

“Yes?”

I looked at her.

“Lock the door.”

Her expression changed.

She hesitated but she walked towards the door; her hands moved anyway, turning the lock with a click that echoed in the silence. Her heart thudded against her ribs as she turned back to face me.

The smirk that spread across my face made her stomach twist. I stood up immediately moving towards her. My hands cupped her breast before she could even react, squeezing it roughly through her thin fabric.

She gasped trying to cover herself but I wasn’t having it. With one sharp tug, I tore up her nightie freeing her breast. I put my mouth on one nipple immediately, sucking hard, my teeth grazing just enough to make her cry out.

“Ahh…damn”, she moaned, shocked at how good it felt. Her body betrayed her, her back arching, pressing more of herself into my mouth.

I switched to the other breast, sucking even harder, my tongue swirling around her nipple until it throbbed.

“You like it?” I asked between licks, my breath hot on her skin.

Her face burned, her chest rising and falling rapidly." Mm… y-yes…”

“Good girl”. I straightened”. I straightened towering over her, then pointed to the floor. “Kneel”.

Her legs moved before her mind could catch up. She sank to her knees in front of me, her heart pounding.

I unzipped my trousers and pulled out my cock, it was thick, dark, and veiny. Her eyes widened; she barely had time to gasp before I shoved it into her mouth.

“Take it”, I growled, grabbing the back of her head.

Her lips stretched around me, her throat gagging as I forced myself deeper. I didn’t give her time to adjust, my hips thrusting fast and hard, my cock sliding in and out of her mouth with wet, sloppy sounds.

“Mmmf” she choked, her nails digging into my thighs as I fucked her face ruthlessly. Saliva dripped down her chin, tears stung her eyes but I only groaned louder.

“Fuck, that’s it” I grunted. “Such a tight little mouth; you were made for this Chloe”.

My words made her pussy throb, Shame and desire tangling in her gut. She moaned around me, the vibration making me groan as I shoved even deeper down her throat.

“Look at you”, I sneered, yanking her hair to make her stare up at me while my cock slid between her lips.

She whimpered; her throat felt raw but she couldn’t deny it; she was dripping wet.

I shoved my cock back into her mouth thrusting it faster and deeper. “Damn, this feels so good”. I grunted.

Then I pulled my cock out of her mouth with a wet pop, her lips swollen, spit dripping down her chin. Her chest rose and fell quickly as she tried to catch her breath.

“Up”, I ordered, my voice rough. “Sit on the desk”. She stood on shaky legs and climbed up onto the desk; the surface was cool against her thighs as she sat down, her heart racing. “Spread your legs wide open”.

She hesitated for only a second before obeying, heat rushing to her cheeks as she parted her legs, baring her lace panties on me.

I stepped closer, my hands sliding up her inner thigh before pressing against her soaked panties. “So damn wet”, I growled, rubbing her through the thin lace. “Your pussy’s begging for me”

She whimpered as my fingers slipped under her panties, finding her pussy. When I pushed a finger inside her, she gasped, her whole body jerking at the intrusion.

I pulled my finger out, licking it slowly, making her blush harder. 

Her shaky legs barely obeyed as I grabbed her and spun her around, bending her over the desk. Her breast pressed flat against the cold wood, Herass pushed up, legs spread wide. She gasped, her hands scrambling for balance.

Then she felt it, my cock, thick and heavy, sliding between her soaked folds. I rubbed the head against her pussy, smearing her wetness over the length.

“You’re dripping, little one”, I rasped, grinding against her entrance. “Begging for me, even if she doesn’t want to admit it”.

She whimpered, pressing her forehead to the desk. “It’s too big”… you took it last night. My voice dark and merciless. I pressed harder, the thick head stretching her pussy.

“Ahh!”She cried out

“Fuck yes”, I groaned, holding her hips tight. This cunt is mine, inch by inch, I shoved deeper, splitting her open until she felt impossibly full.

“She moaned”, her voice breaking 

“Breathe Chloe”, I ordered, pulling back slightly, then slamming in harder.

“Take it like a good girl”.

Her body clenched around me, the sting slowly giving way to pleasure. Her moans filled the study room, raw and uncontrollable. I thrust into me rough and fast, the desk shaking under us, papers scattering to the floor. My hips slapped against her ass, each thrust driving deeper into the wood.

“Fuck, you feel amazing “, I groaned, yanking her hair to arch her back, making her breasts bounce against the desk.“This pussy was made to be fucked”.

“Ahh! Ohh god!” She screamed, caught between pain and pleasure, her body breaking under my relentless rhythm.

“Say it”, I growled in my ear. “Say you’re mine”

“I-I’m yours! She cried, tears streaming down her face, her pussy clenching tight around me. “That’s right”, I snarled, pounding into her harder.

The mist of pain, fullness, and forbidden pleasure sent me spiraling. Her body convulsed, her walls tightened violently around my cock as orgasm ripped through her.

“Fuuuuk!” She screamed, shaking uncontrollably, juice gushing down her thighs.

I groaned, slamming in deep, my cock swelling inside her. “Take my cum”.

With a final thrust, I buried myself to the hilt, spilling hot, thick release deep inside her pussy. She gasped at the warmth, her body twitching as she felt me fill her completely.

When I finally pulled out, cum dripped down my thighs, pooling onto the desk below. Her legs gave out and she collapsed against the wood, utterly ruined.

I smirked, zipping up my trousers as I looked down at her trembling on my desk.

“Get used to it,” I said darkly. 

“Because this was only the beginning “.