บททั้งหมดของ The Heiress' Return For Vengeance : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

ELISE"Mr. Westfield, Elizabeth Adams from Blackstone Acquisitions is calling. She says it's regarding the Manchester deal. Shall I put her through?" A male voice comes through the speaker.I freeze completely, uncertain how to react to this intrusion of the outside world.Kieran leans casually against his desk edge instead of releasing me from my compromised position. His slow, graceful movements never cease despite the interruption."Screen!"One word. That's all he offers.His command carries such authority that further explanation is unnecessary. Not a hint of what's happening below the desk is evident in his tone.The screen opposite his desk illuminates with a different light seconds later.I instinctively glance backward over my shoulder to see a nervous-looking woman with auburn hair appearing on the massive screen.Her expression reveals obvious anxiety. Her eyes darts as she faces the man who holds her company's fate in his hands."Mr. Westfield," she begins in a voice carry

ELISEMy body accommodates him, entirely helpless against the relentless rhythm of his savage thrusts.The constant pressure of his thick length plunging deep inside sends electric waves through me. My toes curl and legs tighten just to stay standing.His movements are unyielding and merciless. My face scraps across the desk with each powerful jabs, making my cheeks grow red and raw from friction.I bite down hard on my lip guard, stifling moans that threaten to reveal my struggle. I'm not sure what I'm fighting against, but deep down, I refuse to make any more lewd sounds in this room where dignity seems forgotten.Smack! Another brutal strike rocks into my soft flesh under his grip and my curvy butt bears red imprints from his fingers. My shoulder blades strain upwards like butterfly wings from exertion while black hairs spread messily across my back, swaying helplessly with his movements, creating a stunning tableau of black against flesh.Between my legs blazes red from his pound

ELISEKieran’s grips my hips like he’s trying to brand himself into me, thrusting through his climax with ragged intensity until we’re both trembling.Our mixed fluid drips slowly down my thighs, sticky and slick.My legs give way beneath me and I collapse on the desk. Each desperate breath makes my chest heave.Humiliation washes over me while I lie there, exposed and used.My body hurts everywhere as the pain spreads through every inch of me. Still, underneath all this discomfort, I feel a weird sense of accomplishment mixed with my shame. Whatever just happened was worth it for what I got in return!I try to push myself up when my arms and legs shake from exhaustion.Just getting to my knees takes everything I have.I reach for my purse on the floor, dig through it until I find my buzzing phone.Ella's name lights up the screen. I can feel her worry through each missed notification.My fingers tremble as I type: "Coming now."Then I look up and see Kieran watching me.He's already

ELISEThe elevator doors slide open with a soft chime, revealing the glittering ballroom beyond.The gala's still in full swing.Classical music mixes with fake laughter, creating a bubble of high-society nonsense that feels like it belongs to another planet now. Nothing about this polished scene excites me. Ella squeezes my arm before stepping away."Remember to breathe," she whispers. "I'll be watching from a distance."I nod, grateful yet terrified.The painkillers have dulled the worst of my physical pain, creating a weird disconnect between my brain and my body's trauma. Nothing, though, can numb the anxiety running through my veins like ice water.Each step feels like wading through quicksand, my body remembering violations my mind's trying desperately to forget.The crowd parts slightly, revealing Alexander across the room.He stands rigid among business associates while scanning the entrance with barely hidden impatience.The moment he spots me, his expression shifts from irr

ELISENatasha materializes through the crowd, her crimson gown drawing attention like a flame.She positions herself strategically within Alexander's sight line, making sure he notices her every movement."Alexander," she purrs, ignoring my presence entirely. "That display was absolutely breathtaking. Your father has outdone himself.""Dad knows important occasions deserve memorable celebrations," Alexander responds as his eyes linger on her longer than propriety allows.He leans toward her magnetic pull, his body betraying what his words conceal. The chemistry between them crackles with intensity, visible to anyone paying attention.Vivienne watches this exchange with sharp eyes. Nothing escapes her notice—not Alexander's lingering gaze, not Natasha's possessive stance, not the history evident in their familiar interaction. Yet she says nothing.Her silence speaks volumes. She's fine with this affair despite her obsession with appearances. Of course Natasha is just the mistress. I'm