Semua Bab His Dark Obsession : Bab 61 - Bab 70

"Strip!"His voice made both of them tremble simultaneously. Claudia stood there, her heart racing so quickly that her mouth remained wide, wondering if she was dreaming or had heard him correctly. This was the moment she had been waiting for: she would emerge butt naked in front of him, after which he would fuck her brains out.She had always imagined their meeting in this way, and ever since the wedding day, she had hated Amira for marrying him, while simultaneously telling herself that she still had a chance and that it was meant to be her position as his wife rather than Amira's."I don't repeat myself twice," he muttered impatiently, casting her another daring glance. She quickly slipped off her shirt, displaying her spotless white bra.Andrea's gaze stayed fixed on her but uninterested; part of him didn't smile since Claudia had ruined that one moment. Amira remained squatting in front of him, listening to what was going on while staring at Andrea, who refused to look away at tha

"How the fuck…?"The phone slid from her grasp, breaking on the floor. How was Andrea able to acquire access to her phone? How was this possible? Her nervousness increased, and her heart raced as she hurried around her room.For a while, she thought Andrea had no business pursuing her, and she had forgotten how powerful he was. But how?Then she grabbed her phone and pressed the dial button: "Reagan?""It's pretty late, Amira. What is it?" He inquired with a note of mischief in his voice."I received a phone call, on my telephone call, from Andrea. How does he know the intercom line?" Amira inquired, her voice somewhat shaky."No, I didn't." "Maybe we could ask the landlady," he said, his voice deep and calm. "Don't worry, I'm sure he won't do the next thing tomorrow morning. After dropping you off, I will make some inquiries. No need to fear; now go to bed," followed by the call's conclusion.Amira dropped the phone and sat on her bed, her chest heaving in and out."It's okay, Amy; a

Andrea drew his lips away, giving her time to catch her breath. When his hands slid beneath her dress and he saw she wasn't wearing panties, he smiled and caressed her lips. Amira gasped and her body shook slightly. Even in this moment, she was curious about how he came here so late just to let her fuck him, but she didn't mind because she remembered she was horny before she went to bed.He chuckled and removed his hoodie, exposing his bare upper body. His body contour, his rock-hard abs, made her gasp, and she subconsciously touched his abs, trailing the line, his gaze fixed on hers and hers on his."Fuck, you are both stubborn and irresistible…” He grabbed her and kissed her again, separating her legs before rubbing his hand against her wetness."You made me, and you won't let us divorce…” Amira murmured, her eyes closed, and her hands slid across his chest."I'd prefer to die than divorce you..." He mumbled before sliding his finger into her pussy. A moan rose in her throat, and sh

Andrea sat in the office, his legs crossed, one hand holding a cigarette and the other a glass of wine, when the person he expected to meet stepped in with a smile on his face. "I expected you to waste my time, Justin." He rolled his eyes, his gaze still fixed on the spotless white wall. "Mr. Martini, it's been a while. What do I owe this visit to?" Andrea sat straight, placing the cigarette in a metal bucket, clearing his throat, and returning to his business mode, his face blank as he fiddled with the wine glass. "I want you to do something for me; name your price." He adjusted his suit, his gaze now fixed on him, waiting for his response. Justin gave a curt sigh and nodded. "I don't have to name my price, Mr. Martini. What do you want me to do for you?" "The media will soon cover the false tape that's circulating online," Justin clarified. Andrea normally wouldn't care, but to safeguard his reputation and the family name, he had no choice but to do it, even if it meant

I saw you today. "Pretty dress."She deleted it, hoping it would help, but a second message appeared nearly immediately."Delete me again, and I'll send you a picture."She didn't respond; she couldn't. Her first inclination was to call Reagan, and while he may be overpowering at times, he was the only person she truly trusted. Today, however, things went differently. Rico had arrived instead, taking her home without explanation.She pressed the call button before she could overthink the situation. Reagan picked up on the second ring."Where are you?" he asked, his tone sharp and tense."At home," she answered hastily. "Rico got me back. I wasn't at school after lunchtime. However, it is a long story.”A pause was followed by a deep breath that sounded like frustration barely held in check.Amira sensed a mix of dread and comfort in his tone and asked, "You're telling me Andrea's bodyguard pulled you from school, and you didn't tell me?""I guess," she said softly, nibbling her lip. "