《She's Mine Don't Touch 》全部章節：第 11 章 - 第 20 章

It was already five months, yet Ivana's baby bump looked like she was due for labor any moment.Her dresses clung tightly to the curve of her stomach, stretching in a way that made her anxious every time she caught her reflection.It was frustrating. Embarrassing, even.And to make it worse, her best friend never stopped teasing her, always joking that two creatures were growing inside her.The thought alone scared the life out of her.The library was more than opulent. It was a private sanctuary of indulgence. Marble floors reflected the warm glow of crystal chandeliers, while floor-to-ceiling shelves of rare books loomed like silent guardians. Plush velvet armchairs and chaise lounges invited the reader to sink into them, draped with silk throws scented faintly with jasmine and sandalwood. Hidden nooks and alcoves hinted at secrecy, intimate spaces perfect for stolen moments or whispered fantasies.Erotic literature was artfully displayed throughout the vast collection, shelves de

Carrying her effortlessly out of the library.As they passed through the living room, the maids gasped openly. Workers froze in place, and even the gardener who had come in to retrieve a knife from the kitchen stared so hard that his tools slipped from his hands.But Kacy and Ivana were lost in each other, completely oblivious to the stunned eyes following them.Even his men, who had been on their way to report something urgent, stopped dead. They could hardly believe it.Their boss, the man the media proudly crowned a playboy, was capable of this kind of raw, instinctive devotion. Carrying his wife so intimately, so shamelessly, through the heart of the house.They had heard rumors.That he was doting.That he was possessive.That he loved her fiercely.They never truly believed it.Seeing it now, with their own eyes, erased all doubt.Their boss was completely, hopelessly gone for love.When they reached his home office, he laid her gently across the surface of his desk.Her stoma

Kacy sat alone in his home office, reclined in a high backed leather chair crafted from rare Italian hide, the kind of chair built for men who signed empires into existence with a stroke of their pen. It didn't just support his weight, it carried the authority of a man who owned cities in silence and ruined men without raising his voice.The room itself was a kingdom.Dark mahogany shelves lined the walls from floor to ceiling, filled with rare books, confidential files, and framed acquisitions that spoke of empires built and crushed. A massive black marble desk dominated the center, polished to a cold shine, gold accents glinting beneath the dim recessed lighting. Floor to ceiling windows overlooked the city skyline, glass walls separating him from a world he ruled without mercy.To the far side of the office was a private bathroom hidden behind a matte black door. Italian marble, chrome fixtures, glass walls. A place built for a man who never truly left work, even when he bled.

Evening had fallen. Ivana had spent the whole day avoiding Kacy.Even after her talk with Lilian in the garden, she couldn't face him. She used Edna as a shield, staying outside, refusing to step back into the office. That office held too many memories.Rough. Maddening.The way he'd fucked her senseless after his Paris business trip was still vivid, made worse when he caught her reading an erotic novel aloud to Edna. The memory made her thighs clench even now.That day she'd been so sore. Deliciously wrecked. Kacy, ever the attentive husband in his dark way, had handed her Naproxen to ease the ache. Then he'd massaged her body, slow, firm hands working out every knot, every bruise he'd left.She'd skipped dinner on purpose. No way she'd risk seeing him, touching him, breathing the same air.Edna, her food obsessed best friend, whined like a child. "I'm starving, Ivy!" She pouted, dramatic as ever.Ivana just pulled her close, petting her hair, cuddling her on the bench swing,

Kacy eased her down onto the wide, scarred top of an antique trunk, his grip firm and unhurried. The wood was cool against her bare thighs where the torn satin had ridden up. He hooked one finger under the pink silk blindfold and pulled it free in a single, deliberate slide.Dim moonlight sliced through the high window, painting faint silver stripes across dust motes and shadowed furniture. It illuminated him first, tall, broad, predatory, then the rest of the attic around them.He stepped between her spread legs, thighs bracketing hers, forcing them wider until the ruined gown split further. His body loomed, shielding her smaller frame completely.The thick ridge of his cock pressed hot and insistent against her core through his hoodie pants, grinding once, slow, teasing, until she sucked in a sharp breath.He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear, voice low and velvet wrapped steel."I'm going to teach you how to suck my cock properly tonight, little moonlight."He paused,