All Chapters of Head over heels for my uncle Pedro : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I looked down at her, completely captivated. The towel had slipped even further during our fall, exposing one full, perfect breast — soft, pale, and topped with a hardened pink nipple begging for attention. Lust surged through me like wildfire. I dragged my gaze back up to her face, her lips slightly parted, eyes dark with the same hunger I felt.“What do you want from me, Michelle?” I growled, my voice low and strained.Without waiting for her answer, I leaned in and kissed her neck, right where her pulse fluttered wildly. She melted instantly, letting out a soft, needy whimper that shot straight to my cock. Her body arched against mine as I sucked gently on her skin, tasting the fresh lavender and warmth of her shower.My right hand cupped her face, thumb brushing over her flushed cheek. Then I slowly traced downward — over her delicate neck, across her collarbone, until I reached her almost-exposed breast. I grabbed it firmly, filling my palm with her soft flesh, kneading it as I w

“Bundle him up and send him back to his father,” I ordered, my voice cold and final. “That will set an example for anyone else who thinks they can defy us.”Eric nodded sharply. “Yes, sir.”I glanced one last time at Derek’s slumped, unconscious form tied to the chair — his expensive suit now torn and stained, his once-arrogant face bruised and pale. He would wake up in his father’s mansion as a warning, realizing that he had actually met the brutal Don wani.“I’ll be heading home now,” I said, pulling off my mask and running a hand through my hair.“Alright, boss. We’ll handle cleanup here,” Eric replied, already motioning for two of our men to drag Derek away.I stepped out into the cool night air, the distant city lights flickering like stars against the dark sky. The adrenaline from the club shootout and the interrogation was finally starting to fade, leaving behind that familiar hollow ache. But tonight felt different.I couldn’t wait to get back home. For the first time in what

Michelle’s POVUncle Pedro gently set me down on the floor beside the bed, his strong hands lingering for a brief second on my waist before pulling away.“Michelle, stop acting like a spoiled little brat,” he growled, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down my spine.I lifted my chin defiantly, even as heat flooded my cheeks and between my thighs. “Now I’m a spoiled brat? Fine. If I disgust you so much, then send me back home. Please.” My voice trembled with frustration. I was exhausted from his constant push and pull. If he kept rejecting me like this, I didn’t know how much longer I could keep fighting for us.His dark eyes narrowed dangerously. The room fell silent except for his heavy, ragged breathing. Then his gaze dropped, and his jaw clenched.“Michelle… if you actually disgusted me, I wouldn’t be this hard right now.” His voice was thick, strained with barely contained hunger. “Stop being so stubborn… because it makes me want to—”He broke off, but I followed his gaze

Pedro POVI watched her with rapt attention as she trembled violently on top of me, her entire body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Her pussy was soaked and pulsing against my cock as she rode out every last wave, her hips jerking uncontrollably. The sight of her like this — flushed, wild-haired, lips parted in ecstasy — made my cock harden even more, throbbing painfully beneath her.My mind was exploding with raw, primal need. The urge to grab her hips, pull her down hard, and finally thrust my thick cock deep inside her tight little virgin pussy was almost unbearable. I licked my lips rapidly, fighting every instinct screaming at me to claim her.Fuck… I’ve never taken anyone’s virginity before. The thought kept scratching at the back of my mind. I didn’t even know how to begin. I’d heard it hurt the first time — the blood, the pain. What if my big cock tore her apart? The more I looked at her innocent, beautiful face, the less I wanted to hurt her. If she were any other woman

Michelle POV“Uncle Pedro!” I called out happily as I ran toward him through the blooming meadow. I threw my arms around him tightly, burying my face in his chest. It was spring — the air was fresh and sweet with the scent of blooming cherry blossoms and wildflowers, warm sunlight kissed our skin, and a gentle breeze carried the fragrant perfume of nature all around us.“How do you feel, Michelle?” he asked softly, wrapping his strong arms around me.“I feel wonderful,” I whispered, pulling back just enough to look up at his handsome face. My arms wrapped around his neck. “I love you, Uncle Pedro. So much.”He smiled that heart-melting smile of his. “I love you too.”My heart soared. I closed my eyes and leaned in, craving his kiss… but something felt wrong. He started drifting away, fading like smoke. Suddenly, I was falling.I hit the floor with a heavy thud.“Ouch!” I groaned, rubbing my elbow.Reality crashed over me like cold water. It was just a dream. A beautiful, cruel dream w