INICIAR SESIÓNHis penthouse wasn’t far, a few blocks from the club, but my pulse raced with the unknown as the elevator opened and he pulled me inside. I barely had a moment to think before his mouth crushed against mine. Rough, commanding. It both calmed and made my heart beat faster.
His tongue slipped along mine, eliciting a whimper. I wondered if I could come from his mouth alone. The elevator opened to a dark hallway. He walked me out, pushing me against a wall before hoisting me up—legs wrapped around his waist.
He pushed his body against mine; I could feel his erection. I moaned as his hands cupped my ass, pulling me closer. He lifted one of my legs around him, his spare hand cupping my breast, taking it from the bra and teasing my nipple. I slid my hand down his trousers and took his hardness in my hand, squeezing and tugging. He groaned deep in his throat.
My cunt was aching, and we hadn’t even made it inside his place yet. She couldn’t keep her mouth off him. Finally, he opened the door to the master bedroom. But no respite welcomed me here as he pressed her against the back of the door, pinning my wrists.
We are both getting extremely turned on, and sexual hunger has to be satiated: my whole body is aching for him, and I moan with pleasure. I slide down, moving on his stomach. I can’t stop myself from taking his cock in my hand and gently stroking him. He pushed against it, putting some space between us as he started unbuttoning his shirt, eyes still on her.
He stared down at me, his eyes flitting from her face to her breasts. My whole body was on fire.
I stood up and pressed my palms to his cheeks, planting a firm kiss on his lips. His curls tickled her temples, and she felt his lips turn upward against hers. Pulling away, she breathed in his subtle scent: a hint of forest and first rain.
He was as hungry for this as I was; I could tell by the way he returned the kiss. His breaths picked up, and he filled his hands with my buttocks, pressing me firmly against his warm body.
His penthouse wasn't far, just a couple of blocks from the club, but my pulse raced with the unknown when the elevator doors opened, and he pulled me inside. There was no time to think before his mouth crushed down on mine. Harsh, commanding. It made my heart pound, and it calmed me.
His tongue slid against mine, and I whimpered. I wondered if I could escape his mouth on my own. The elevator doors opened onto a dark hallway. He walked me out and shoved me against a wall. Picked me up, legs around his waist.His tongue moved over mine, and I whimpered. I wondered if I could escape his mouth on my own. The elevator doors opened on a dark hallway. He led me out, pressed me against a wall, and then lifted me up, my legs around his waist.
My cunt was aching, and we weren’t even inside his place yet. She couldn't stop talking about him. At last he opened the door to the master bedroom. But there was no rest for me, as he shoved her back into the doorframe, pinning my wrists.
We’re both getting very aroused, and sexual hunger must be satiated. My whole body is aching for him, and I moan with pleasure. I slide down, sliding across his stomach. I can't help myself; I take his cock in my hand and stroke him softly. He pushed it away from us and started unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes still fixed on her.
He looked down at me, his eyes flickering from her face to her breasts. My whole body burned.
I got up and pressed my palms to his cheeks, planting a firm kiss on his lips. His curls tickled her temples, and she felt his lips turn upward against hers. Pulling away, she breathed in his subtle scent: a hint of forest and first rain.
He was as hungry for this as I was; I could tell by the way he returned the kiss. His breaths picked up, and he filled his hands with my buttocks, pressing me firmly against his warm body.
4 years laterLife has been peaceful, almost like living in a dream, just as Tristan promised. My pregnancy was surprisingly comfortable, thanks in large part to his care and support. He even indulged the most unusual cravings I had, never once hesitating to make sure I felt cherished and cared for. Amara and Clay have been an incredible blessing throughout this journey, their love and presence adding warmth and strength.For the past four years, I have dedicated myself to the demanding yet rewarding role of a surgeon at Lifeline Hospital in Newark. Meanwhile, Tristan has taken on the immense responsibility of overseeing all 30 branches of Maryrose Hospitals scattered across the country by appointing an acting CEO- Anya Singh is a remarkable woman; her extensive experience in business management is evident in the seamless way she handles every challenge. Her presence reassures me that the hospitals are in capable hands.Honoring my father’s wishes, I granted Atlas access to the hospit
Tristan's POVDaryl leans back, a slow, sinister smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “I’ve heard your wife is quite a beauty,” he says smoothly, his tone laced with something dark and threatening.I hold his gaze unflinchingly, my silence a cold challenge. The confident mask he wears falters slightly, and I see the subtle twitch of discomfort beneath his bravado.“And a four-year-old son,” he continues, lighting a cigar with deliberate slowness, the flame briefly illuminating his face. “Must be nice to have a family. A real reason to fight.”My body remains relaxed, almost unnervingly calm, my face an unreadable mask.“I’ve heard your wife is your weakness,” he sneers, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “If I were you, I’d walk away from this deal. Right now, one of my men is in your wife’s office, waiting for my signal.”With a subtle nod, he signals a man who steps forward, pulling out a device. The screen comes alive with a live video feed of Kyda’s office. The image is
KydaTristan leans close, his breath warm against my neck. "You look appetizing in that dress, but you’ll look irresistible without it," he whispers, gently kissing my neck as he begins unzipping the gown. He helps me out of the dress, leaving me standing in just my panties. His eyes rake over me with hunger and desire.One hand cradles my cheek; the other rests on my hip. His lips find mine, deep and demanding. I love the intensity of his kiss—the way he looks into my eyes as if the whole world has stopped and it’s only us.My nipples harden, tingling with sensitivity. My breasts feel heavy, my body aching with need. My swollen pussy throbs, desperate to be touched. I squeeze my thighs together, but it barely dulls the craving inside me. He grabs my ass, prompting me to wrap my legs around his waist. Carrying me, he walks us toward the bed and lays me down gently.He stands and begins to undress. I drink in the sight of his strong, masculine form—his arousal and raw passion setting m
Kyda POVWe are getting married at Wolfe Ancestral Home. It's old and classic, with a beautiful garden. They stay a little away from the general population with zero noise of traffic. It's peaceful, away from the hustle and bustle of the city.I am getting married again. I am nervous and hungry. Amara-Tristan’s mother arranged everything, but to my taste. I love the gown this time, though.It’s a simple garden wedding with just Tristan’s family and friends. We are not going on a honeymoon. Dr. Ashley thinks travelling would be taxing for baby and me.Clay Wolfe is a handsome man, just like his son. He is going to walk me to the altar. This was our first meeting, and I already love him. He reminds me of my dad; I miss him.“I am going to be Granddad, and I am going to spoil him. By the way, you look beautiful, Kyda.” Clay as the first time seeing me.“If it is okay, I would love to walk to the altar.” Clay requested.“Thank you, Mr. Wolfe." I choked out.“It’s my honor, sweetheart. You
Tristan's POV“You are adorable,” I said, kissing her again. I can't get enough of her.She shot me a look that said, “Fuck me.” I didn’t think she fully realized the intensity of the expression. I was hard, but I couldn’t scare her—not now, not while she was pregnant. I had to be careful. How could I possibly resist her? How could I deny her?We watched the movie in comfortable silence. She focused on the screen, but I was watching her. She was mine now. Both of them were mine. I would never let them go. I had to be stronger—to protect them. I had to be the leader of the Alliance.“What is the Alliance?” she suddenly asked, breaking the quiet.Her sudden curiosity caught me off guard. I wanted to share everything with her—not all at once, but gradually. It was okay. I never intended to keep anything from her.“You don’t have to say anything. Forget I asked. I just wanted to know,” she said softly, mistaking my silence for reluctance, and she looked away.Gently, I grabbed her chin an
Kyda's POVWe stepped into the shop, where a striking woman awaited us. She looked far too young to be a mother of three, yet her features mirrored Tristan’s with an undeniable resemblance. She reminded me of Amara—radiant, vibrant, and full of life.She greeted me with a warm, motherly hug that squeezed my heart. My throat tightened, and a sob threatened to escape, but I held it back. I wanted her to accept me. Tristan excused himself, leaving us to browse.I truly despised my wedding gown—a monstrous creation chosen by Rebecca. No wonder Amara had laughed, and Elara struggled to keep a straight face. I dreaded this moment, worried Amara might be like Rebecca. But the warmth radiating from her presence eased my fears.The assistant presented dress after dress, but none captured my or Amara’s attention.Then she revealed a lace A-line gown. “This gown features soft lace and delicate details adorning layers of tulle. It boasts a sultry plunging V-neckline with supportive illusion mesh,







