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Under His Roof, Her Game After
MATEOThe office stayed quiet after she left.I sat there for a long time without moving, my elbows resting on my desk while the smell of her perfume still hung in the air. My tie lay on the floor. My breathing had finally slowed down, but my chest still felt tight somehow. Heavy. Like something had shifted inside the room and refused to settle back into place.The lamp beside the desk cast a low golden light across the floor. One of the papers from earlier had fallen near the couch during everything that happened. Her hairpin was still beside my hand.Small things.Soft things.But they made the room feel dangerous now.I stared at the closed office door, listening to the sound of her footsteps disappear down the hallway outside. Calm footsteps. Not rushed. Not embarrassed.Just steady.That unsettled me more than anything.I had expected her to panic afterward. Or avoid looking at me. Maybe pull her clothes together with shaking hands and rush out like she regretted everything. I th
Under His Roof, Her Game Too deep to escape
ELARAHe didn’t waste time. His hand shoved under my skirt, fingers finding the slick heat of my pussy. He rubbed slow circles over my clit, making my hips jerk against the desk.“You’re so wet for me,” he muttered, his breath hot against my ear, his voice low enough that only I could hear the rasp of his desire.I gasped, my fingers digging into the cotton of his shirt, nails catching the fabric.“More… please…” I begged, my voice trembling.He slipped two fingers inside me, stretching the tight entrance. I arched my back, a loud moan tearing from my throat as his knuckles pressed against the soft walls. He pumped them in and out, his thumb grinding harder against my clit, each stroke sending a sharp jolt of pleasure up my spine.“Look at me,” he commanded, his eyes locked on mine, searching for any sign of deceit.I forced my gaze to stay on his, even as pleasure surged like a tide. I could feel my orgasm rising, a tight coil in my belly tightening with each thrust.“I’m gonna… I’m
Under His Roof, Her Game Tell me the truth
ELARAI stayed there, sitting on the edge of the desk, my heart beating a little faster than usual. The air in the office felt thick, like it was hard to breathe. Mateo didn't move for a long time. He just stared at me with those dark eyes, trying to see through me. It felt like he was peeling back layers of my skin to find the truth hidden underneath. The silence wasn't peaceful; it was heavy and scary, like a storm was about to hit.He stepped closer. He was so close now that I could feel the heat coming off his body. He didn't look angry, but he looked tired. He looked like a man who had been fighting a war inside his own head for weeks. He leaned in, his voice barely a whisper, sounding almost sad.“Who are you really, Elara?”I didn't answer him right away. I just looked at him. I watched the way his jaw was tight and the way his eyes never left mine. I wanted him to feel the silence. I wanted him to wonder what I was thinking. I could tell that the pause was bothering him. He li
Under His Roof, Her Game Truth or performance
ELARA Mateo had always been observant, but now he watched me with a kind of quiet focus that made the air around him feel sharper.Like he was trying to solve me.The terrifying part was that he still stayed close to me anyway.That was what made me realize he knew something.Or suspected something.A normal man would have pulled away. Become colder. Distant. Careful.Mateo did the opposite.He came to breakfast earlier just to sit with me while I drank coffee. He started asking whether I slept well. Whether my shoulder still hurt from Luna’s attack. Whether I wanted more guards outside my room at night.Protective.Gentle.But underneath it… there was tension now.Suspicion breathing quietly beneath kindness.And I could feel it every time he looked at me.That morning, rain tapped softly against the dining room windows while I sat across from him eating fruit I barely tasted. The mansion felt colder lately. Even the staff moved more carefully now, speaking quieter in the hallways l
Under His Roof, Her Game The object
MATEOI wasn’t supposed to be in Elara’s room.That thought kept repeating in my head while I stood in the middle of the dim bedroom with my hands in my pockets, staring at the half-open wall beside her bookshelf.The room smelled faintly like vanilla and cold rain. Soft. Clean. Her perfume lingered lightly in the air, mixed with the scent of old paper from the books stacked near the window. Everything looked exactly like her. Calm. Neat. Controlled.Too controlled.I had only come to look for a document.That was the excuse, anyway.Elara had gone into town earlier with Dario. One of the accountants needed her signature for charity paperwork connected to the foundation, and she had forgotten a file in her room. She told one of the maids to let me know where it was if I needed it.Simple.But nothing about the last few weeks had felt normal.Ever since that night outside her bedroom door… ever since I heard her speaking quietly into the phone about Bianca’s medication… something insid
Under His Roof, Her Game What did you mean?
MATEOEvery morning, breakfast waited at the same hour. Every evening, the mansion became quieter after midnight, the guards rotating shifts downstairs while rain or wind pressed softly against the windows outside. Business continued. Meetings continued. Life moved forward like nothing terrible had happened inside these walls.And somehow… Elara had become part of all of it naturally.The seat beside me at dinner no longer felt strange when she occupied it. Some nights we barely spoke, yet the silence never felt uncomfortable. She would sit across from me in my office reading paperwork quietly while I handled meetings or calls, and oddly enough, the room always felt calmer when she was there.She never interrupted.Never demanded attention.Never tried to impress me.That should have made her forgettable.Instead, it made her impossible to ignore.After difficult meetings, I found myself walking toward wherever she was without thinking about it first. Sometimes the library. Sometimes
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