When she entered his penthouse, she could not help but gasp in surprise. It was huge and luxurious. It was a beautiful and marvelously designed house. Obviously, she had never seen such a house before. The house was not only beautiful but it was also giving the feeling of being above the clouds because it was at a very high altitude. “Come here.” He ordered, gaining her attention. Looking at him, as she already found him going upstairs, she followed him silently. His long legs gave him a high speed which was normal for him but she had to rush behind him. He stopped in front of a door and then opened it. She did not peek inside until he told her to look at it. “It’s your room.” She looked inside when he stepped aside. Her eyes widened and surely her lips slightly parted when she looked inside. It was wonderful and beautiful. The room had only two brick walls while the other two were glass windows. Floor to ceiling. The room was covered in white. The floor was made up of wood and a s

His hand slid down as he held the jug from her hands. Her loosened grip let the thing go into his hands as if she knew what he was doing except for ravishing her mouth. He put the jug on a stand, which was just near the door — inside the room, meanwhile, he never let her lips go. He was so drowned in devouring her mouth that his one hand — mixed into her hair never unsecured the grip around. His tongue aggressively pushed inside her mouth, exploring it excitedly. The elevated feeling of finally having her and averting his rights over her was so thrilling that his kiss full of rapacity made her kneel before him. That is how dominating it was. He held her hips, hoisting her up so she could wrap her legs around his torso, which she did because of his sudden and unexpected action. His grip around her waist secured her tightly against his body. He made her front press against his front, which gave him another reason to get turned on. He made sure to leave no distance between them but co

Hazel, sitting in front of the store of clothes kept in the closet, was running her eyes here and there with concern. It was eight o’clock at the night. After eating food, she came straight to get ready, but she was not getting any idea as to what she should wear. It was not that Hazel was always engrossed in her thinking while getting ready and wasting her time, but today Christian had told her that he would take her to the club. And surprisingly, the sad thing is that she does not know how people wear clothes in the club. She has not seen the club to date and neither is she aware of what she will get to see there. For now, she is just worried that if she wears something wrong, or wears a color that shows Christian’s displeasure, then she fears the punishment she will face. Once again she picked up a pair of clothes with concern which were very beautiful. It was a purple satin full-sleeve gown with a white net dupatta. It was light and pretty but she feared that Christian did not

“Fuck everything, I want you right now.” He dipped his head in the crook of her neck, getting aroused by that sour fragrance of oranges rising from her hot skin. The sourness of orange and the sweetness of vanilla found in the heat of her body made her serve like a pie. His mouth opened, his plump lips taking her skin and sucking it gently before biting it. Her fists tensed but they never held him anything. Her nails dug inside her palm when his sharp teeth buried into her skin, waking up the jolts beneath her skin. Her eyes squeezed shut, tolerating those sparks that his mouth was flying under her skin. “Hold me, Hazel.” He said, snaking his palm upside her back and holding her closer by pressing her body against his front. The feel of her swells against his hard chest was true bliss. He sucked harshly, making her breathless by such actions yet she did not hold onto him. She just could not do it. Sucking her skin up to her jaw and leaving fresh pink and wet marks behind, he was ra

“How are you, dear?” Rebecca asked with a smile on her lips. She was sitting at the dining table, serving tea to both of them. It was evening. The sun was setting, like an orange sea in the clouds was spreading, turning everything orange around, mixed with a texture of blue. “I’m fine.” Hazel smiled, carefully sitting opposite Rebecca. “Um… it’s good to hear. But he was angry last time, wasn’t he,” Rebecca said in a low voice, handing Hazel the cup filled with tea. She held it, mumbling a small ‘thank you’ to Rebecca. “Yeah, he was,” she mumbled afterward. It was visible to Rebecca that she wanted to keep that topic away. She did not want to talk about it. Rebecca understood it but clarifying some things before Hazel was also compulsory. She looked up at Hazel, finding her sipping on her tea before she inhaled the sweet aroma. “Hazel,” she called out her name, earning her quick attention to continue with a soft sigh, “you better do exactly what he wants. He becomes a completely d