บททั้งหมดของ Her Heart in his Empire : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Stefan I’ve always wondered why women cry out so loud in moments of passion. Maybe it’s the way I move inside them, fast and deliberate, or perhaps it’s the pressure of my six inches fat cock meeting their wild desires. Vicky's tongue trace my tattoo like a secret map, her body arching as I pushed deeper into her cunt, , I had to stop her from touching me, I do not like women touching me during sex. I turned her over, driving into her with a rhythm that matched the fire burning in my chest. “Just like that, baby,” she moan breathlessly. I grab her ass tight as I fuck her dripping pussy, I cringe at the endearment, I wasn’t here for the tenderness “ just shut up and let me fuck you” I muttered my voice hoarse . She gasped, and I didn’t stop. This wasn’t about love it was about release. About pouring my rage into flesh, replacing silence with sound. My hands found her breasts, soft and full, and when I pinched her nipples, her cry echoed off the walls. “Oh shit I think

Stefan Rossi “Your grandmother isn’t going to take this well. She might try to push back,” Oliver said. “I expect nothing less from her,” I replied, voice low. “But it doesn’t matter. The decision was made over twenty years ago. Whether I like it or not, the deal stands. I despise the thought of being bound to a woman I hardly know worse, being married at all but this is the price I have to pay.” Frustration coiled in my chest as I raked a hand through my hair. I still can’t understand what possessed my father to strike such a deal. My future bride comes from a family I can’t even pretend to admire. Her father owns a hospital, and the bitter irony? She’s not even his biological daughter. She was adopted. My father passed over their own blood and chose her instead, he must be smiling in his grave. It’s obvious what my family will think a gold digging whore, a leech. They will never accept her, not that I care. This marriage isn’t about love, dignity, or appearances, It is a

Violet As I walk down the aisle, my arm tuck in my father's, the hall stretches before me like a dream I can’t wake from. I scan the of faces of everyone here, some familiar, some not. A few of my family members offer warm, slightly nervous, smiles. My mother is already crying, tears of joy stream down her delicate cheeks. Layla catches my eye and winks, while my aunties flash that “you hit the jackpot” look, the same one they couldn’t stop talking about earlier when they visited my suite, gushing about fate and fortune.But beyond them, the mood shifts, cold stares, tight jaws, unsmiling lips, faces of indifference and disapproval. My husband’s family, I assume, none of them bothering to mask their disdain. They look as though they’ve been dragged into a nightmare they want to be no part of.My father leans in, his voice low and steady, “ The only one you should be looking at right now is your husband. No one else matters.”I give a small nod and lift my gaze to the altar. And th

StefanPurple Or Violet. That’s the color of her eyes. It matched the dress she wore.When I agreed to this marriage, I told myself if she gave me a body to punish, maybe I could survive being tied down. I’ve been with countless women, names and faces I have lost count, her beauty is unexplainable. The moment I saw her, everything stopped.She was breathtaking.Her eyes weren’t just beautiful they held something deeper, Innocence, yes but also fire, rage and defiance. She had the kind of face that made you forget the world existed. Her nose, her lips, her long black Chestnut hair that brushed her waist, every inch of her looked like art.And that dress a deep purple, clinging to her body like it was made for her alone. She moved like a queen, every step calculated, graceful. No amount of plastic surgery could manufacture the beauty she naturally possess. Her poise, confidence and an unnerving calm.I knew she had been trained for a life like this, but nothing prepared me for her conf

Violet Just as the maid stepped out, he walk in. He didn’t glance my way, no words, no emotions. Just silent, calculated steps across the room , he move like a predator who owned every inch of the space around him. He disappeared into the bathroom, and the sound of running water soon filled the silence, he stayed there for what felt like forever. I tried to calm my thoughts, but how could I, knowing the man responsible for both my protection and pain was only a wall away?When he returned, a white towel hung low on his hips, water glistening on his sculpted chest and rolling down to disappear beneath the towel. His damp hair clung to his forehead, and his lips jeez, his lips looked soft, pink, and cruel. Tattoos curled across his back like dark secrets, and one on his arm matches the ancient symbol framed above the bed a reminder of the bloodline I had been chained to.I didn’t mean to stare but I couldn’t look away either.I’ve seen beautiful men, but Stefan, Stefan wasn’t beautifu