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:ELEVEN:

Imogen's POV“I'm gonna come!”“No,” he said simply and I groaned when the speed hit what seemed to be the highest.Oh fuck, what a mess I was.Here I was in his bed, at his mercy. My hips bucking as the vibrator shoved up my cunt turned and twisted and fucked the hell out of me.I was so close, so fucking close.“Hold it, Princess, I want to see you beg for it. You're gonna have to beg me to let you fucking cum!”Ah hell he was ruthless, and I loved it.I did.“Please,” I begged, staring at him, pleading with my eyes. “Please, Blond,”His brows furrowed at the name and he chuckled. “Cum, Imogen,”Everything else that happened over the next few minutes was lost on me. All I knew was white hot pleasure was coursing through me, the vibrator propelled right out of my clenched walls and I fucking exploded.It was safe to say that I died a little.When my senses came around, Blond's hands were on his belt, prying the buckle open“Get up,” he ordered when he noticed I was back. “Your knees

Last Updated : 2025-07-23

:TWELVE:

IMOGEN’S POVBlond rolled off me, falling beside me and wrapped his arm around me tight. We were both panting, and sweating profusely.My hair was tangled to my forehead, and face. The curls were drenched, evidence of just how intense the sex was.I had never felt anything like it before.This feeling was indescribable.I sighed, closing my eyes as I felt his hands tighten around me further. With Blond, I didn’t have to worry about anything.I didn’t have to care about the things around us, the world, my life, or Perry himself.All that mattered at the moment was him.Thick long fingers swiped my hair out of my face, running through my scalp gently. A soft sound of satisfaction slipped from my lips and I buried myself deeper into him.“That was...amazing,” I hummed.His chest rumbled behind my back and he turned around so that I could face him now. He looked satisfied.His gray eyes moved over my face lazily, as if he was checking for something. It seemed he found what he wanted beca

Last Updated : 2025-07-23

:THIRTEEN:

PERRY’S POVItaly was a God damn awesome country.I ran my hands through my hair, a satisfied grin on my face as I walked out of the vacation home. She had been quite enjoyable.Madame Antonella, she was the perfect lady in Rome. Quite the expensive taste and with her huge boobs. Not like I was complaining, I had more than enough to spare for her. Besides, money could be easily replaced, but my time in Italy could not.Pressing down a button on my car keys, the vehicle gave a loud beep telling me its location. I had left Antonella in bed, satisfied as usual since I could not get hold of Miss Rossi.I had met her the very way I had met other flings, at business meetings batting her lashes. She put her beloved tits to work and sucked me off in her boss’s bathroom.Skills that Imogen didn’t fucking have.I reached my car and with a grunt, tugged the door open. With one last glance at the hotel, I grinned and slid in--I wished I didn’t have to go but I had to.I doubted Imogen had realiz

Last Updated : 2025-07-23

:FOURTEEN:

IMOGEN’S POVA low hum slipped from my throat as I became aware of my surroundings. I was laying down in a room I wasn’t sure what it looked like, especially with my eyes closed but one thing was for sure--the bed felt absolutely heavenly.It was soft, the sheets were warm against my skin, smooth like satin.I sighed and snuggled deeper into the pillow not wanting to open my eyes.Not yet.Not with the memories hitting me.Blond.A smile shaped at my lips at the memory of him. I had seen him the night before--I had frigging seen him. My body tingled, coming to live. Seeing, knowing him, feeling his touch on my skin--Lord, that felt good.He felt so fucking good.I opened my eyes at the thought, my smile widening as I relieved everything that happened over and over in my head.“Look at me,” I could recall him saying. He had said that a lot and I found it incredibly hot that what he wanted was my attention on him.All through.And fuck, the commands he gave?I had been used to being co

Last Updated : 2025-07-23

:FIFTEEN:

SILAS’S POVRome could be the city of love and shit, but it was damn right annoying when it came to its restaurants. There was always a ridiculously long queue in there waiting for shit to happen.I had stepped out almost an hour ago to get us breakfast--to get Imogen breakfast. She had been asleep then. I had held her in my arms all night and aside from a few movement here and there, she had almost remained perfectly still.My pet.I would have preferred to remain contentedly by her side if I had not gotten that call.Damn that call! It had taken a lot of restraint to leave her side and I would not have answered the call if it was not important. It had been a call from one of my representatives in Italy.The business deal that I had worked on, the major reason why I came to Rome, had gone through successfully.Fucking amazing.My work was done.That made me feel fucking bitter sweet.I had just met a woman who drove me really crazy and made me feel like some depraved school boy. I w

Last Updated : 2025-07-23

:SIXTEEN:

IMOGEN’S POVI was terrified.That was an understatement.I literally trembled as I walked into the hotel as the receptionist arched a fine brow at me. I didn’t wait for her to speak however--I was too deep in trouble to worry about that look on her face. Who I had to worry about was above the stairs, in our hotel room.My breathing became quick and harsh as I climbed up the flight of stairs, wringing my hands together, I tried to rack my head for excuses.For things to say.Anything to calm Perry down. If he tried to beat me up in front of everyone in the vacation home, everything we had both worked for over the years would be dashed to pieces.I recognized that.But Perry?When he got into his fit of rage, he was impossible to reason with.“Stupid, stupid,” I whispered to myself, shakily as I reached for the door.My hands had barely settled on the handle when it twisted and the door opened.My husband’s livivd face came into view as his eyes flashed as he took me in and a grin sp

Last Updated : 2025-07-23

:SEVENTEEN:

IMOGEN’S POVI was fucked!Perry waved Silas’s card in my face, smiling smugly as if he had caught me red-handed. He really had.What have I been thinking?How could I have been so stupid to have left the card behind?Oh hell, I was doomed.I was fucking doomed!“Tell me!” he bellowed and I jumped i fright.“He’s...he’s nobody,”“Is it the bastard at the club?” he demanded, grabbing my face roughly.“He’s not...he’s a nobody. It was just some random person at the club who gave that to me and I must have forgotten to throw it away,”He let out a laugh that cut a sharp pain in my chest. “You forgot to throw it away? what do you think I am? a child?”“I swear that’s it, Perry. you’re overthinking this.”He looked from me to the card in his hands as if contemplating. Fuck, I had made the dumbest mistake ever. I had put Blond in danger like the dumbass I was.“How do I confirm that eh?” he said, rising up until he stood tall and loomed above me.I watched in horror as he picked his phone

Last Updated : 2025-07-23

:EIGHTEEN:

SILAS’S POV“Welcome Boss,” Pete said as I stepped out of the cab as quickly as possible.He was a bald huge man who looked a lot terrifying when he had dark glasses on but looked damned adorable as a fucking rabbit with his glasses off.Those were my sister’s words.Definitely not mine.I was never and would never be into men.And if I was, I would never use the word adorable for my three hundred pound bodyguard.Not unless I had a fucking death wish.I tipped my head at his silence and waltzed past him into the airport. I had no time to spare--my mother had a fucking heart attack while I was all the way in another continent. I was so damned antsy to think about anything else.As we weaved through the teeming crowd at the airport, I tossed a glance at one of their shiny surfaces trying to catch a glimpse of how I looked.The last thing I wanted was for one of those paparazzi bozos to take a picture of me while I looked underdressed. They would never let me hear the end of it--I coul

Last Updated : 2025-07-23

:NINETEEN:

SILAS’S POVEight hours flying and thirty minutes trying to get the airport paparazzi out of my way, I sat in my Audi, speeding down the lanes of New York. I was jet lagged as hell.My eyes were heavy and my head had this damned ringing sound that made it so fucking unbearable to think.But I couldn’t stop.I had to see Mother as soon as possible.Oh she must be so very scared. Sylvia would’ve cried her eyes out, worried to death. I had spent the entire flight, thinking about the possible reasons why my mother could have suffered a heart attack, but I couldn’t come up with one.Not one.She had a nurse who tended to her--a cook who was supposed to tend to her but she was too stubborn for her own good and could still insist on making her own meals. I could imagine her green eyes flashing in anger whenever the cook tried to get her out of the kitchen.Could that be what made her sick?Had she stressed herself beyond her limits?Fuck! I hit the steering wheel while trying to vent my fr

Last Updated : 2025-07-23

:TWENTY:

IMOGEN’S POVThey say New York was the city of dreams but I felt mine die the minute our plane landed. My dreams withered to dust, faded away like the future I had dreamed and imagined for myself.It felt unreal to be back in a place that held so many memories for me. Memories that were marred with a certain sadness I had grown accustomed to.Perry’s chauffeur had dropped his Mercedes at the airport--he drove us home in it, weaving through the busy streets of New York while I simply stared out the window.I had worn dark shades to hide the bruises I was sporting just on the side of my face. It was all Perry’s idea.He always knew the best way to cover up the works of his hands, trying to pass them off as accidents. I suppose ten years of marriage was enough practice for him.When he had suddenly announced that we were coming back to New York, I could swear that I felt my spirit leave me. There was nothing I could do about it--I understood that. He had made the decision to leave witho

Last Updated : 2025-07-23

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