All Chapters of Legacy of a Forbidden Love: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Frost:I've been awake for about twenty minutes. I'm lying here looking at the girl who has her head pressed against my chest near my solar plexus. I'm not very comfortable; the arm she's resting on is numb.But I don’t want to wake Ava.If anyone had told me yesterday that I could fall asleep like this, I would have told them to fuck off. Today, though, it's actually quite enjoyable to lie like this.Her thigh presses against my erection. All I have to do is move her leg to the side, and my penis will find the entrance itself—it likes Ava, too.The realization that I can fuck her at any moment makes my brain short-circuit, but I still don’t want to wake her up.I like listening to her quietly snoring into her belly. I like looking at her. But my gut tells me that everything is too smooth and perfect to be true.I know I'm going crazy, but not so crazy that I can forget about common sense.She arrived at the warehouse in the trunk of my Maybach. She saw me at the club, heard Garry ask

AvaI heard Tim and Stevenson talking; she's probably calling me now, and if I don't answer, she'll be worried. She's calling the phone that's still in the bag I left at the Flying Dutchman. I need to borrow someone's phone and call Tim, tell him to pick up the bag, but I need to get dressed before I can leave the bedroom.I get up and go to the shower. There's a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror, and I look at myself and remember Tim licking my breasts yesterday. It instantly gets wet and hot down there, and I look at myself in the mirror.When Tim emerged from the dressing room, I barely restrained myself from gasping. He looked just like those billionaires in expensive magazines and American films—handsome, fragrant, dressed as if he were about to appear on their covers.I must have been looking at him too greedily, because his expression suddenly changed, he came up to me, and pulled out his penis. I don't know when I'll get used to its size, but it disarms me. And dominates me. It has

I find Ava's apartment right away and look around—it's shabby and clean. Slippers with cats on them, a cup with hearts on it. A girl!.. No, I chuckle under my breath, not a girl anymore. I get a confirming signal from downstairs and adjust my fly.Wait, first to the base, then home.I open the closet - I knew it, there aren't many things, I'm not taking anything, I want to pick up Ava, feed her at the restaurant, and then stroll around the boutiques.I'm only taking that diamond-patterned dress; I want to see what she looks like in it. And I need to buy some lingerie on the way; it's very simple. French lace, that's what should cover my sweet girl, those places that...My heads are buzzing, both of them. I suppress my arousal with an effort of will—I need blood in my upper body; my brain has plenty to do.I quickly glance through the cabinets and shelves, find her passport, and breathe a sigh of relief—she’s eighteen! Ava Kane, she told me the truth, my sweetheart. I put the passport

FrostI breathe down Ava's back, between her shoulder blades, licking away beads of sweat and, like a clockwork toy, repeating how fucking amazing she is. It's like a broken record.But I'm truly shocked—for the first time, I'm having an orgasm not so much from the sensations, but from what I see. And from the realization of what I'm doing to her.Because I do everything with her first. And it really makes my brain spark.I finally peel myself away from Ava, although it’s not easy – I want to fall on her, grab her with my hands, pin her under me, and breathe in her intoxicating scent, mixed with the scent of our wild sex.But I have to go, and I have to go straight to the pharmacy. I'm desperately waiting for my emergency contraception. I need more of the non-emergency kind, too, judging by how I'm reacting to it. Although just imagining myself entering Ava wearing a condom immediately ruins my mood.I want to feel her; she's so wet inside, so hot. And silky. My dick in a condom in he

AvaTim enters first, walks around the apartment, and even pops into the toilet. Then he allows me to enter.— Get ready, I'll wait in the car. Don't take your clothes, we'll buy everything new.I still put my things, my passport, slippers and a cup in my bag - the girls gave it to me for my birthday, it’s a shame to leave it.A sudden realization dawns on me, and I freeze, my mouth hanging open—Tim didn't ask to see my passport, didn't even glance at my things. He took the keys along with the bag, which means... Which means he's already been here. And he... He knows?With trembling hands, I reach into my hiding place, which I've made in the sofa. The sofa is old, with a box spring, the upholstery has come loose from the inside, and that's where I keep my treasures: varnish, a photograph, and a journal with declarations of love for Tim Frost.Now it all seems terribly naive and stupid to me. I'm so ashamed of my childhood diary and childhood confessions. Because now I know what adult