Todos os capítulos de ENTANGLED AFFAIRS: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

So she did what her body with a mixture of the alcohol, she climbed on to his laps and deepened his kiss.He stopped her and asked ''Clara, I think you're drunk.""No I'm not, I want this Adrian." She said, kissing his lips softly.Adrian's lips were soft, his kiss gentle at first, then more passionate.Clara moaned, opening her mouth to his. His tongue brushed hers, teasing. She melted against him, her breasts pressed to his chest. The heat of his body seeped through the fabric of their clothes.She was drowning in sensation, in the intoxicating closeness of him. His hand slid up her thigh, pushing her dress higher.Clara gasped as his fingers reached the edge of her panties. He stroked her skin lightly, making her shiver."Adrian," she whispered, pulling back slightly. "What are you doing?"He looked at her, his eyes dark with desire. "Whatever you want me to," he replied, his voice low and husky.Clara's breath caught. She knew what she wanted, what her body craved. But was she

Julian stood there, his expression unreadable. “Clara,” he said, his voice cool. “Come in.”She stepped inside, the door closing behind her with a soft click. Julian moved to stand behind his desk, his fingers steepled together as he regarded her.“Where were you last night?” he asked, his tone deceptively calm.Clara swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. “I… I was out,” she managed to say.Julian raised an eyebrow. “Out? With whom, might I ask?”Clara hesitated. She knew that no matter what she said, Julian wouldn’t believe her. But she had to try.“I was with a friend,” she lied, hoping her expression didn’t betray her. “We went out for dinner and lost track of time.”Julian was quiet for a long moment, studying her. Clara felt like an insect under a microscope, waiting for the hammer to fall. But instead of anger, Julian simply sighed. “Clara,” he began, his voice tired. “You know I don’t care what you do, as long as you’re discreet. But disappearing all night without a word?

Drew didn’t say much after their brief conversation. He simply told Liam to get ready for dinner and disappeared into his study. Liam felt his heart drop, not knowing what to expect, but he knew better than to argue or even question what was going to happen. He didn’t have much of a choice, after all.Drew’s study was a dark, imposing room, with a mahogany desk at its center. The walls were lined with books, and a fire crackled in the hearth. Liam knocked on the door, but Drew didn’t answer.Assuming that meant he was to enter, Liam walked in. Drew sat behind his desk, his head in his hands. He looked up when Liam stepped inside and gestured for him to come closer.“What do you want from me?” Liam asked, his voice shaky but determined. “You keep saying I have no choice, that this is my life now, but why?”Drew looked at him for a long moment before responding. “I told you. You’re mine. And I intend to keep you.”Liam felt his chest tighten. He didn’t understand why he was still here,

Liam groaned, burying his face in his hands. How had he let things go so far? He knew he shouldn’t have let Drew take control, but a part of him had wanted it, had craved it. And now, he was left dealing with the aftermath, the confusion, and the shame.He threw off the covers and stumbled out of bed, heading for the shower. As the hot water cascaded over his body, he tried to wash away the lingering sensations, the memories that refused to fade. But they were etched into his mind, vivid and undeniable.When he emerged from the shower , he found a steaming cup of coffee waiting for him on the bedside table, courtesy of Drew. He sipped it slowly, trying to clear his head, trying to make sense of the chaos that was now his life.But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that he was losing himself, that he was falling deeper and deeper into a hole he couldn’t climb out of. And the worst part was, he wasn’t even sure if he wanted to escape.As he finished his coff

Liam swallowed hard. “I… I want you to touch me,” he admitted, his cheeks flushing with shame and desire.Drew chuckled. “Oh, I intend to do much more than just touch you,” he promised. “But first, you need to learn how to ask properly. How to beg.”Liam's eyes widened. Beg? He wasn't sure he could do that, wasn't sure he had it in him to lower himself to that level. But as Drew's hands continued their maddening dance over his skin, he found his resolve crumbling .“Please,” he whispered, the word torn from his lips.“Please what?” Drew prompted, his breath hot against Liam's neck.Liam closed his eyes, gathering his courage. “Please touch me,” he said, louder this time. “Please… I need it.”Drew's hands stilled on Liam's hips. “Good boy,” he praised. “That wasn't so hard now, was it?”Before Liam could respond, he felt Drew's hands move to his boxer briefs, slipping beneath the elastic waistband. Liam gasped as Drew's fingers wrapped around his length, stroking him slowly.“Oh god,”