Semua Bab One Night Mistake By My Fiance's Uncle: Bab 21 - Bab 30

As Clark wrapped his arm tightly around my waist, drawing me closer into him, I winced, an involuntary reaction to the surge of anxiety that coursed through me. I swallowed hard, fully aware that this was another one of his insidious schemes. From the very beginning, he had always harassed me, ever since that one night of regrettable intimacy when our lives collided in ways I had never expect. “Why? Where is your courage when you challenge me to name what I want in exchange for not ruining your father’s relationship with Carlotta?” he taunted, his grip on my waist tightened further, and the hand that had once cradled my chin now firmly gripped my jaw, ensuring there was no escape from his piercing gaze. "I’m still your nephew-in-law. Ask for something else, not this." I managed to reply, desperately trying to calm myself. Struggling to maintain my composure, frustration bubbled inside me. My mind was screaming against his touch, which felt more possessive than

As I looked at Carlotta with a serious expression, a secret smile tugged at the corners of my lips when I noticed Angelo peeking up at me from beneath my desk. His hands gripped both of my legs, shifting to face me more directly while he remained hidden below. It felt as though he were playfully teasing me, as if he were trying to distract me from the serious conversation at hand. "You heard what I said clearly," I remarked, the words escaping my lips with a mix of amusement and mischief. "We'll talk next time. My man is having a hard time hiding under my desk." With that, I rolled my chair around and leaned closer to where Angelo sat crouched below, his face almost brushing against my own—if only he hadn’t shifted back in a subtle attempt to hide from view. "Clark, are you out of your mind having an affair with a man?" Carlotta exclaimed, her voice laced with disbelief. The weight of her words hung heavily, especially as she struggled to comprehend my rep

"Ump." I gasped as I felt his tongue forcefully invade my lips. I attempted to seal my lips, wanting to resist his bold kiss, but he only became more aggressive. As I struggled to catch my breath, his tongue slipped completely into my mouth. I heard a slurp as he eagerly sucked on my tongue, capturing it with his ruthless passion. I pushed him away, but he easily caught my wrists, pinning them above my head against the cold window glass. My seat felt constricted, and the way he positioned himself between my thighs made it impossible for me to escape, his knee pressing against the seat, trapping me further. With one hand, he held both of my wrists firmly, rendering my attempts at resistance futile against his strength. As he intensified the kiss, his other hand gripped my jaw, deepening the connection and changing it into something more primal, as if he were consuming my very essence. His tongue became even more daring, playfully tugging at mine whil

I continued to penetrate him from behind. "Ahh." "Uhm." I bit my lip, my hips moving continuously. Each pull and thrust brought with it an intense wave of pleasure. As I pounded into him, it felt as though time stood still, each moment stretching into eternity. It was utterly exquisite. I shivered with delight as I moved in and out of his tightness. "Ahh," he sighed, arching his back whenever I buried my length deep inside. "Uhmm." He gasped every time I withdrew The sensations were incredible, my desire fitting perfectly against him. The heat wrapped me, driving me deeper as I moved. "Ahhh, damn." He groaned, tightening his fists against the table. "Hah! Hmmm." I could barely contain my own breaths as I continued to thrust. "S-stop it, C-Clark. Ahhh." His words pleaded for me to halt, yet his body betrayed him. I continued to thrust into him, while my hand slid towards his front. Gripping his aroused manhood, I made it c

3rd Pov: Flashback. Eight years ago, a gathering took place at the mansion of Clarence Alcaide, a renowned businessman and the wealthiest man in the country. Known as much for his philanthropy as for his riches, Clarence was celebrating his birthday, and many people came to wish him well. Among the attendees was Jestony, the friend and his eldest son- Harold. At 42, Harold was a successful businessman himself, while Jestony, at 38, was the son of the second richest man in the country. Their friendship was strong, strengthen by their shared interests in several partnered business ventures. This birthday celebration marked Jestony's first visit to Clarence's mansion, as the old man had previously hosted gatherings in bustling restaurants. However, having grown weary of the noise, Clarence opted to celebrate at home this year. "Dad, this is Jestony and his wife; do you remember them?" Harold introduced them to his father. "Yes, I do!" Clarence