God, Yes.

DominicI wake up to sunlight streaming through the balcony doors and Seraphina still asleep beside me.She’s on her stomach, sheet tangled around her waist, hair spread across the pillow like spun gold. One arm is tucked under her head, the other stretched toward me like even in sleep she’s reaching.I don’t move. Don’t want to break this moment.For the first time in months, I can breathe. No creditors calling. No Volkov hanging over my head. No Elena’s voice in my ear telling me everything I’ve lost.Just this. Just her. Just the morning light and the sound of boats on the lake below.She stirs, eyes opening slowly. When she sees me watching, she smiles.“Morning.”“Morning.” I brush hair back from her face. “Sleep well?”“Better than I have in months.” She stretches, the sheet slipping lower, and I force myself to look at her face instead. “What time is it?”“Early. Seven maybe.”“The bank doesn’t open until nine.” She rolls onto her side, propping her head on her hand.

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Don’t Stop

Dominic I set a steady rhythm, the water cascading over us, her nails digging into my shoulders. She feels perfect. Always perfect.“Harder,” she demands. “I want to feel you for the rest of the day.”I give her what she wants. Pound into her against the tile, water making everything slick and hot. Her head falls back and I bite her neck, mark her, need everyone to know she’s mine.“That’s it,” she gasps. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”The water is scalding now, pounding against my back like it’s trying to match the rhythm I’ve set inside her. I pull out almost completely, letting her feel the thick head of my cock drag slowly along every sensitive inch of her walls before I slam back in, harder than before, deeper, the wet slap of our bodies loud even over the hiss of the shower. She arches violently, breasts pressing into my chest, nipples hard little points scraping against my skin.“Again,” she pants, voice wrecked and greedy. “Don’t you fucking dare stop.”I don’t.

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The bank revelations

SeraphinaThe Zürcher Privatbank lobby is exactly as I remember it from when I was younger. Dad always brought me here with him when he came for transactions. All marble and dark wood, hushed and reverent like a cathedral. A place where money is treated with the respect some people reserve for religion.The receptionist looks up as we enter. Young, impeccably dressed, professional smile already in place.“Good afternoon. How may I help you?”“Seraphina Castellano,” I say, keeping my voice steady. “I have an appointment at two o’clock.”She checks her computer, and something flickers across her face. Confusion? Concern? It’s gone too quickly for me to read.“Of course, Ms. Castellano. Please have a seat. Herr Bachmann will be with you shortly.”We sit in leather chairs that probably cost more than most people’s cars. Dominic’s leg is bouncing slightly—the only tell that he’s as nervous as I am.“It’s going to be fine,” I whisper.“I know.”But neither of us sounds convinced.

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جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 83

God, Yes.

Don’t Stop

The bank revelations