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The boutique was filled with the smell of expensive perfume and fresh fabric. My mother was on a mission. She was grabbing dresses, skirts, and blouses, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Vaughan had followed us, helping us carry the heavy bags. He looked like a bored, patient husband. But every time he looked at me, his eyes felt like they could burn me. "Oh, Angel! This one is perfect for your first school party!" Mom cried as she shoved a sleek, emerald-green dress into my hands. "Go try it on. Honey, please stay here and tell me what you think when she comes out. I saw some shoes in the front window that would match perfectly. I’ll be right back!" She disappeared toward the front of the store. I stepped into the large changing room. I stepped out of my clothes and pulled the dress over my head. It felt smooth, but as I tried to zip it up, the zipper got stuck halfway up my back. "Mom?" I called out. My voice was muffled by the thick curtain. "The zip is stuck. I need some he

He lifted me up. His arms were strong. He didn't say a word. He walked me out of the office and into the studio. The bright lights hit my eyes before I could blink. But he didn't turn off the lights. He wanted to see everything. He wanted me to see all he would do to me in this secret room. He walked over to the bed in the center of the room. He set me down on the edge. The fabric was cold against my bare skin, but his hands were like fire. He stood between my legs. He looked at me for a long time. His eyes weren't cold or professional anymore. They were soft. They were dark with something that felt like hunger and regret. "Angel," he whispered. I reached out, my hand hovering at the hem of his shirt, and I pulled his shirt over his head. I wanted to feel his skin—the hard, smooth muscles of it. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to remember the weight of him over me. He leaned down and kissed me. It wasn't a hard, desperate kiss as before. This was slow. He tasted my lips. He t

Dinner was a quiet, suffocating affair. Hailey’s mom, Cara, did all the talking, her face glowing as she looked at Christian. Christian was a perfect actor. He was polite and charming. He didn't act like he had ever seen Hailey before. He didn't look at her with those cold, hungry eyes. He just ate his steak and smiled. Hailey wanted to leave as soon as the plates were cleared, but the rain started pouring down. Her mom insisted she stay the night. "It’s too dangerous to drive, Hailey. Just sleep in your old room." Hailey couldn't sleep. Her mind was a mess. She walked out onto the balcony to get some air, her heart heavy. She hated this. She hated that this man was in her mother’s life. Her mother did not need someone as unfaithful as that man in her life, and she knew it. She looked down the balcony into the garden and saw him. Christian. He was standing in the garden under the moonlight. He wasn't wearing a shirt. His back was wide and strong, his skin glowing in the pale l

He smiled, a dark, satisfied expression. He withdrew his hand and stood up slowly. His hands went to the waistband of his pants. With one smooth motion, he retrieved his straining cock. It was massive, dark, and pulsing in the moonlight. "Fuck!" Hailey cursed under her breath, her eyes widening as she saw the sheer size of the man who was about to claim her. The sight of him made her pussy throb all over again, a fresh wave of wetness soaking the chair. Christian didn't waste any more time. He grabbed Hailey by her waist and hauled her out of the chair. He turned her around so she was facing the balcony railing. The cold metal felt sharp against her palms, but the heat of his body behind her was all she could focus on. He pushed her upper body down until she was bent over, her back arched and her rear pushed out toward him. "Look at the view, Hailey," he whispered, his voice dark and rough. "The whole world is asleep while I’m back here breaking you in." He stepped behind her, th

The counter was hard and cold against Hailey's chest, but the heat radiating from Christian was enough to burn her alive. He didn't just thrust; he surged forward, filling her so completely that she gasped, the air hitching in her throat. He stayed there for a long, agonizing heartbeat, stretched to her very limit, before he began to pull back. He took his time, making her wait for every single inch of him. He withdrew with a slow, grinding friction that made her inner walls ache for his return. She could feel him grazing every sensitive nerve, a slow-motion torture that left her gasping. When he finally sank back in, he didn't stop until his hips were flush against her backside, his weight heavy and demanding. He moved with a slow, deliberate pace that was nothing short of torture. He retreated until he was almost entirely out, his hardness scraping against her sensitive walls, before sinking back in with a heavy, rhythmic slide. "Ohhh... Fuck... Chris," she whimpered. Her head fe