ENTANGLED AFFAIRS のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Drew smiled, running his thumb over Liam's cheek. “Because, my dear Liam, you've given me a rare gift. A chance to explore this side of myself, to push boundaries and experience new things. And for that, I'm eternally grateful.”Liam felt a warmth spread through his chest at Drew's words. No one had ever thanked him for something like this before. No one had ever made him feel like he was giving something valuable, something precious, by submitting to their will, not Julian, not Jasper because they hurt him.He leaned in, capturing Drew's lips in a soft, gentle kiss. It was a moment of perfect understanding, of connection on a level deeper than either of them had expected when they started this journey together.As they pulled apart, Liam smiled up at Drew. “Thank you too,” he said softly. “For showing me that there's more to sex than I ever imagined. For helping me explore parts of myself I didn't even know existed.”Drew's eyes darkened with emotion. “It's my pleasure, Liam. More th

The restaurant was elegant, dimly lit, and exclusive enough to host presidents without paparazzi swarming the entrance. Waiters floated like shadows, dressed in black, their movements crisp and quiet. A soft piano played in the background, offering a melancholic melody that seemed too sincere for a marriage built on lies.Clara stepped out of her car, her stilettos tapping against the pavement. Her silk gown shimmered under the golden lights, every curve and angle sculpted to perfection. She walked in like she owned the place—because she had to.The maître d’ recognized her instantly. “Mrs. Davenport, right this way.”She followed him to a private booth tucked into the corner. And there he was—Julian Davenport. Impeccably dressed in a navy suit, tie loosened just enough to make him look charmingly undone. His fingers toyed with a wine glass, swirling the contents without looking up.“You’re late,” he said, eyes still fixed on the red liquid.Clara forced a smile. “Only five minutes.”

Vivian knelt and started to suck his cock, after some minutes she stopped."Can't you get hard? what's wrong with you?" she asked in a tone that said she was irritated.Jasper ignored her, he bent down and kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth. He could feel his cock getting hard, he stopped and pushed her on the bed, pulled her to the edge of the bed and entered her pussy, he closed his eyes and fucked her hard and fast, thinking it was Liam he was fucking.He could feel her nails on his back but he continued fucking her hard, he increased the pace and the moment he came, he pulled out and watched as his cum dripped down Vivian's thigh. He wasn't done with her, she came to take Liam's place and he would teach her a lesson by fucking her asshole hard and rough until she begged for mercy. He had Vivian in doggy style, and used his thumb on her asshole to stretch her a bit. He knew she wasn't gay but he didn't care he used some saliva and spit on it then pushed his cock inside h

unzipping her dress slowly. It fell to the floor around her feet.He pulled back slightly to look at her, her skin glowing in the light. “Fuck,” he murmured.Clara flushed. “Is that a good or bad thing?”“A very, very good thing,” he replied, holding her hands toward the bedroom.Clara pulled him closer. “Can I ask you something?”“Mm-hmm.”“Will you make me forget everything tonight?”He rested his head to her neck. “I’ll try my goddamn best.”She gasped as his mouth moved over her skin. “Will you say my name?”“Over and over,” he promised, pushing her gently onto the bed.Clara sat up, reaching for him. “And will you still want me in the morning?”Adrian kissed her hard, his body pressing her down into the mattress. “Clara,” he murmured against her lips, “you have no idea.”They fell into each other, the last strength of restraint breaking between them. Clothes were removed , skin touching skin, hands gripping and mouths claiming. There was no room for doubt, no space for fear, only

The sun was just beginning to ride behind the tall glass towers of the city, casting golden light across the sky.Clara stood on the balcony of Adrian's penthouse, wearing his oversized shirt, hair messy from sleep and eyes haunted from fear, she ended going back to where she ran from. The sound of traffic far below couldn't compete with the thunderous panic pounding in her chest."You okay?" Adrian asked softly, stepping outside with two mugs of coffee. His voice always sounded so sweet, even when he was serious.Clara turned slowly. "Should I be?"He handed her the mug. "No regrets. We agreed on that."She took the coffee but didn't drink. "It's not that simple.""It could be. If you let it."She laughed bitterly. "You think I can just forget I’m married to Julian Davenport?""You think that marriage means anything anymore?"Clara looked away. "To the media, it does. To the world."Adrian stepped closer. "And to you?""It used to mean survival." She whispered. "Now, it just means sur