All Chapters of Legacy of a Forbidden Love: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

A Year AgoToday is our graduation ball. The boys are all dressed in beautiful suits, and the girls are wearing dresses designed by a famous designer. I'm guessing Tim bought the outfits—I'm sure everyone can guess that. My dress arrived in a box with shoes and a clutch. It's amazing! It's a smoky gray that suits my black hair and milky skin perfectly.If I were blonde, I'd look like a pale toadstool in it. But I'm a brunette, and Tim Frost has incredible taste.We've been busy since early morning. The girls are getting their hair done. Larisa, a former foster child, came to the orphanage for this purpose. She works as a stylist at an expensive salon. We help each other out.They styled my beautiful Leya's hair beautifully and even bleached out her freckles. Now it's my turn."Ava, what the hell!" Leya gasps when Larisa stops casting her spell on me. I go to the mirror and freeze.A stranger is looking back at me. She has alabaster skin and jet-black hair. Her features are delicate, a

AvaI adjust my uncomfortable top and tug at my too-short skirt. We're all dressed like this here, six of us girls. We're extras for the evening event.Tonight, the Flying Dutchman nightclub is giving away a car – a white Ford SUV.Beautiful, I like SUVs. They're big and reliable, as if confident in their own superiority.And I like men like that, or rather, one man...I turn my head, and it seems to me that the floor disappears beneath me, and I am hanging in the air - Tim Frost is looking right at me.Oh my God, where did he come from? Is it really him, am I hallucinating?No, this is not a hallucination, this is the real reality.My lungs are clogged, I can neither inhale nor exhale, and Tim can't take his eyes off me. Did he really recognize me?I'm freezing with horror.The corner of his lips lifts, and Frost looks me over with an appraising glance, from head to toe. Like at the market.He takes a look and… turns away.The floor is under my feet again, only it's rocking violently

AvaThey haven't found me. The guards continue cursing for a long time and pass right by me several times. I'm afraid to even breathe. But finally, the parking lot becomes quiet, and I breathe a sigh of relief.The trunk is uncomfortable, my legs are numb, I want to stretch them out. My legs are probably too long. Or the trunk isn't roomy enough. So, I lie there, pulling my knees up to my chin, and wait.There are footsteps near the car, the door slams, and I freeze again.Tim…I can't see him, but I can hear his breathing, I can feel his presence with every cell of my body. It makes my heart beat faster.I'm barely breathing, but it's thumping loudly in my chest, and I think Tim can hear it. He's about to get out of the car, open the trunk, and...“Who are you?” Frost will ask."Tim, it's me, Ava.""Ava? What are you doing here, Ava?"I'll tell him everything, and he'll take me home. Somehow, I'm sure he'll be really angry. He'll probably make me take the money and...All.He'll disa

FrostShe bites her lip and nods, bracing herself. I completely lose my head and dive under her skirt, putting my hand on the triangle. It's wet, and I can feel it through the fabric.My penis is so tense that it feels like it's about to burst and spurt. I quickly pull the fabric aside and freeze, my fingers sliding in."Tim!" she screams. The way she says my name takes my breath away.Her lips moving like that, opening her wet mouth, is just mind-blowing.I never kiss whores—no one kisses them—but I want to kiss this one. For some reason, I always forget that she's an escort. I remember, then forget about it.I move my fingers in a circle and freeze. I look. She looks back.Eye to eye, I peer into her eyes, which are covered with a veil. She is happy, this girl. Why do I always want to call her a girl?I run my fingers through her hair again, and she moves her hips toward me. She's so good, so obedient. I stroke my thumb where her folds part, and I go crazy—her skin is like a peach:

FrostAva stands on her tiptoes and crosses her long legs. She fidgets, rubbing and caressing her legs. The whole time, she offers me one breast, then the other.I turn off the shower and adjust the water, making the stream as strong as possible.Ava clings to my shoulders, and I know I’ll soon have her right here.There would be nothing wrong with that if she hadn't been a virgin twenty minutes ago. Only the tops of her legs are smeared with dried blood and semen. Though I'm a pervert, I'm not a sadist.I direct the stream downward and wash her. She readily impales herself on my hand. No, girl, this won't do. I want to prolong the pleasure."Wash me, Ava," I say, bringing her hand to the dispenser and squeezing out a few drops of gel.I cover my cock with her palm, barely restraining myself from hissing like a red-hot bar of metal lowered into water.The girl pulls her hand away in fear, but I return it and look into her eyes."Don't be afraid of him, Ava. Get used to him. From now o