บททั้งหมดของ Legacy of a Forbidden Love: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

I'm sitting in my Maybach, recovering from the effects of the drug. I don't call; I just wait. If I were starring in a cheap TV series, I'd lean against the hood, light a cigarette, look around, and croak into the phone, "Boss, I did it!"But I'm not at the movies, and I don't smoke. So, I sit in the driver's seat, my elbows on the steering wheel, and just wait.He calls himself."Tim, are you okay? My guys told me you signed up to be a rescue worker."There's a mockery in his voice, but I'm so tired I don't give a damn.“I just didn’t want people to get hurt.” “Okay. Keep the goods, the rest is as agreed.”He's about to hang up, and I call out:“Rosso!”“Yes?” He sounds wary, so I hurry:“I have a request. A personal one. Damien Frost.”"Is that the cop who's always getting underfoot?" he frowns with displeasure. I continue evasively:"Can we give him some kind of rank, like major? Then he won't be underfoot, he's an operative after all..."“And why is he so dear to you? …. Wait, yo

AvaThere’s a pressure and a strain from below. I try to pull away, but Tim won't let me; he pulls me back. He wants to impale me. He's heated and aroused, and his arousal is transmitted to me through every sensory receptor.It felt like his penis had gotten even bigger. I couldn’t even believe that it fit inside me.I shudder as Tim spreads my folds with his cock and finds my clit. With a groan, I slide against the silky head, the world slowly spinning around me. The exposed flesh is firm and hot, and I flow, flow right onto the cock caressing me.I never thought I could be so sensitive. I want to go faster, but Tim slows down, holding me tightly, and all I can do is moan, arching and submerging myself under his cock.“Fondle your nipples, Ava,” I hear a hoarse voice and obediently put my hands on my breasts.I stroke him, pinching his aroused peaks with my fingers, rubbing them with my palms. I look at Tim, his eyes are burning, greedily devouring me. He swallows noisily, his Adam's

AvaWhen I wake up, the sun is pouring into the bedroom, and I look at the clock – it’s eleven. Wow! Tim is nowhere to be seen, and the water isn’t running in the bathroom, so he must have left while I was sleeping. He left, and I didn’t even hear him.I turn my head and see a large paper bag on the bed where Tim used to be. I peer inside and gape in amazement—candy! The little boxes are filled with all sorts of candies—coconut, chocolate chip, and prune. And even tiny meringues dipped in chocolate.I line up the boxes on the nightstand next to the bed, hug Tim's pillow, and fall onto my back. I feel his traces between my legs—dried saliva and sperm. I remember how intensely I came on his cock, and my lower abdomen fills with heat and languor.“Tim,” I whisper, hugging the pillow, “I love you so much, Tim…”When I saw Sarkis's club burning on the news yesterday, I immediately knew it was Tim. It was terrifying, more terrifying than I've ever been. I pictured Tim wounded, burned, and s

AvaI walk down the hall, past reception, into the elevator, and only just before entering Frost's office do I panic for a moment. What if security recognizes me? Or the secretary? Two years have passed, but will anyone recognize me as that tear-stained girl in a hoodie two sizes too big, with the hood pulled down over her eyes?But the guards glance indifferently, check with the boss, and let me in. Tim's secretary is also different, stern, bespectacled, and definitely older than me. She lets me into the office, looking me over appraisingly from head to toe.I walk into the office and freeze. The office is very large. Tim is sitting at his desk, leaning back in his chair, looking at me expectantly. It's such a shame he can't smile; it's impossible to tell whether he's happy to see me or not.It probably wasn't such a good idea to come to Tim's office. But I'm already here, so I demonstratively lock the door and enter. Tim pushes off the desk with his foot, sliding his chair back."Is

I look at my watch—it's time to finish. There's a lot of work, but I need to stop by and see Damien. And most importantly, Ava is waiting for me at home.It's a strange feeling, being expected. I'm used to people expecting things from me. Jewelry, clothes, food at a pub, a trip to a fancy resort. And for that, they're willing to suck me off practically for the rest of my life.And Ava needs me. I felt it yesterday when I saw her sitting on the windowsill.I stop at the supermarket and buy juice and oranges. What else does Damien need? His wife will bring food, the driver brought the money to the doctors this morning, and he also bought the medication. Nothing serious happened to Frost.He inhaled smoke, and the hospital diagnosed him with smoke poisoning and told him to stay in the hospital for a few days. So now he's in the hospital.And when it comes out, they'll put him in an office and promote him to major. And I'll finally breathe a sigh of relief.Damien's bed is by the window,