My Billionaire's Secret: A Forbidden, Age Gap Romance のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

LachlanAfter ensuring Quinn was comfortable on the sofa, I slipped out of the living room, my feet padding quietly across the marble floors. The occasional flash of lightning illuminated my path as I made my way toward the staff quarters.Passing through the dimly lit kitchen, I grabbed a couple of bottles of water from the fridge before continuing down the hallway. The sound of the raging storm outside seemed muffled within these thick walls, creating a sense of isolation from the rest of the world. A world I had no intention of allowing Quinn to return to.She was mine now. The very thought sent a possessive thrill through me.Reaching the staff room, I flipped on the light switch, momentarily forgetting about the power outage. Thankfully, the backup generator kicked in, bathing the room in a soft glow. I quickly located a stack of plush towels in the linen closet and grabbed a few, along with a small basin to fill with warm water.With my arms full, I made my way back toward the k

LachlanThe brilliant rays of the late afternoon sun pierced through the lingering clouds, casting a warm, golden glow over the island as the remnants of the storm finally began to dissipate. I stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of my study, surveying the lush tropical landscape that surrounded my private oasis, a glass of fine Scotch cradled in my hand.Taking a slow sip, I allowed the rich, smoky notes to linger on my tongue, savoring the familiar burn as it trickled down my throat. Ordinarily, the sight of the sun's radiant beams breaking through the tumultuous skies would have filled me with a sense of relief, a promise of calmer days ahead. Today, however, it ignited a smoldering ember of trepidation deep within my core.As the turbulent weather patterns shifted, ushering in a temporary reprieve, the stark realization that Quinn's stay on the island could soon come to an end began to solidify into an ever-present weight upon my shoulders. The thought of her departure, of losin

Lachlan"Yes," she breathed, and with that, I claimed her mouth in a searing kiss, pouring every ounce of my desire, my hunger, my insatiable need for her into the melding of our lips. She responded with a fervor that matched my own, her fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of my neck as she pulled me closer, deeper, surrendering herself to the inferno that raged between us.As our tongues danced and dueled, I could taste the sweet nectar of her submission, the heady elixir of her desire. It was intoxicating, addictive, and I knew in that moment that I would never have my fill of her. She was my match, my equal, my obsession. And I would stop at nothing to make her mine in every sense of the word.Reluctantly, I tore my lips from hers, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I fought to regain a semblance of control. Quinn's eyes were glazed with passion, her lips swollen and bruised from our kiss, and I knew that I had never seen a more erotic sight in my life."Come with me, leannan

QuinnI knelt, my hand trembling as I grasped his throbbing dick. I looked up met his smoldering eyes as I licked my lips His hand stroked my head, positioning himself at my mouth, and I took him in, swirling my tongue around the head, savoring the taste of his pre-cum. A sharp gasp escaped his lips as I sucked, taking him deeper, my hands gently caressing and cupping his balls."God, Quinn, your mouth," he groaned, his hands tightening in my hair. "Suck me harder, a ghràidh. Take all of me down your throat."I moaned, the vibration sending shocks through his body, and I felt his control waver. I wanted to please him, to drive him as wild as he did me, so I sucked harder, creating a tight seal with my lips and bobbing my head up and down. I could taste him on my tongue, feel his thickness as his wide head hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered but I pressed on needing his praise like a drug."Yes, Quinn, just like that," he growled, his hips bucking slightly, urging me on. "You're

QuinnI took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to say. "I'll stay, Lachlan. I'll write your memoir. But I have conditions."A slow smile spread across his face, and he stood up, coming around the desk to stand in front of me. "Name them," he said, his voice a low rumble."I want complete creative control," I began, my voice steady. "I want to be able to write the story as I see fit, without interference from you or anyone else."He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "Done. What else?""I want access to everything," I continued. "All your records, your files, your personal correspondence. I want to be able to interview anyone I choose, without restriction."He hesitated for a moment, and I could see the wheels turning in his head. Then, he nodded again. "Agreed. But in return, I have a condition of my own."I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue."You have to trust me, Quinn," he said, his voice serious. "You have to trust that I have your best interests a