All Chapters of His Possession : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Pandora had already voiced her objections, but the story took a different turn, every effort to bring them together becoming a thrilling sensation. Rough fingers slowly crept, tracing every curve of Pandora’s ribs. She held her breath as Kingston pulled her back to rest against the firm muscles of his body.Silently, the tips of Kingston’s fingers brushed aside her long hair. The man lowered his lips. Flooding the hollow of Pandora’s neck with a flurry of kisses. Wet, hot—all becoming one wild argument yearning to erupt in a single, explosive burst—but the man stopped.“Turn around, Pandora.”The syllables came out in a hoarse, thrilling voice. Pandora hesitated as she turned to face her husband. Kingston’s gaze was clouded with passion. Pandora knew that was what pulsed and burned between them. The man said nothing. He leaned forward; his arm extended slightly past Pandora’s shoulder to reach for the bottle of lotion lying on the nightstand.The way Kingston poured

Pandora hurriedly got out of the car and saw her reflection in the window, confirming that her father’s front door and windows were tightly shut. There was absolutely no sign of life inside; only an empty birdcage hung outside. It was the bright blue and white parakeet cage that Kingston had given her father when the two men had gone hunting in the forest. Pandora still remembered clearly how enthusiastic Chris had been when he said the bird was very obedient to Kingston.Now Pandora’s heart sank as she imagined her father was nowhere to be seen. She stepped forward impatiently, grabbed the copper-yellow handle, then pressed down hard. Over and over, as if trying to pry out the bolt embedded there.“Dad!”Pandora tried to peek inside. She pressed her face against the windowpane, using both hands to cover the remaining gaps so her gaze could pierce directly into the dimly lit room—almost without any light, but the shadows from the hanging curtains refracted the light, all

“What are you doing here, Panda?”Her embrace was incredibly tight, but Chris was still so startled. He wondered how Pandora knew about the hidden spot, which he had specifically built for a certain purpose and situation. For a moment, his green eyes fixed on Kingston standing there. Standing not too far away with a straight and steady posture.Slowly, Chris pulled away. Cupping Pandora’s face, he realized the difference—his little girl’s face would always be like that; no matter how old Pandora was now, in his eyes, she never changed. Pandora’s green eyes, the shape of her nose, and the curve of her lips were exactly like Chris’s—a mirror image of himself. Chris loved touching that face, which felt soft and plump. His Pandora had gotten chubbier… as if; she’d gotten chubby alongside Kingston, because a significant change was evident in the contours of the man’s face.“You haven’t answered my question, Panda. How did you end up here?” Chris asked once more. Once again, h

Pandora let the link between her and Kingston’s hands continue to sway as they walked toward the exit. After washing up, there was no hesitation about leaving the house. They immediately agreed to go on a trip. Just one more step past the threshold. But suddenly Chris and Aquela appeared, the woman’s face scowling sourly.Pandora was sure her father would look puzzled. “Where are you guys going?”Then a spontaneous question hung in the air, causing Pandora to quietly release Kingston’s fingers when she realized her mother’s gaze was piercingly fixed downward.“Lately, King has been getting up in the middle of the night to eat sweets, Dad. There’s no food in the fridge, so we’re going shopping.”Pandora explained. However, instead of hearing her father speak, it was Aquela who bluntly voiced her desire.“I’m coming.”As if the woman didn’t care at all about Kingston’s reaction. Kingston objected, but unfortunately, Aquela considered it unimportant. With a sing

“Wake up, Pussy cat. Come join me in the kitchen for a bit.” Kingston’s voice whispered faintly to wake Pandora in the middle of the night. His fingers touched her arm. He was coaxing his sleepy wife—something he really didn’t want to do—but Kingston had already considered every possible outcome. The worst-case scenario. Something he didn’t want. He needed Pandora to join him for a cup of hot chocolate at the dining table. That was all. However, Pandora was too comfortable with her eyes closed. Like a sleeping habit that was hard to adjust to his needs. Pandora’s sleep would always be long. When the tip of Kingston’s index finger traced her closed eyelids, he only received a brush of her hand. And the fact that Pandora would turn her back to him as she shifted her sleeping position made Kingston sigh softly. “Just a moment, Pandora.” He shook Pandora’s body slightly. That’s what Kingston did to at least get Pandora to respond for a moment. “Pandora.” He