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“Grandma, your room is prepared,” Mrs Harlan announced smoothly as she entered. “And one for Miss Emily as well.” Both women stood up. Kendra let out a long, shaky breath and stood up too, clutching her phone and handbag. She handed the bag to Chef Amara. “Take this to the study, please,” Kendra instructed quietly. “No one is allowed in there. Not even Grandma.” Chef Amara nodded without question. “And Mrs Harlan,” Kendra added, lowering her voice further, “please make sure no one goes searching through the house.” With that, she walked out, taking the lift down to the main entrance. Her heart pounded as she pushed through the tall gate and stepped into the cool evening air. Knox was there, leaning against his sleek black car, arms folded. He looked up as she approached, ran a hand through his hair. “What are you doing here?” Kendra asked, her voice cold and tired. “What’s wrong?” he replied, stepping forward. “You’re what’s wrong. Stay away from me. Why did you…” “You

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“You're still mine…” he said, his voice filled with that deep, unyielding possession that sent a shiver down her spine.Kendra scoffed, her eyes flashing with a mix of frustration and lingering hurt. She turned sharply on her heel, determined to leave this time without another word. He didn't chase after her, didn't call out or try to pull her back. Instead, Knox simply stood there, watching her retreating figure with a heavy ache settling in his chest. The evening air felt cooler now, carrying the faint scent of rain that hadn't quite fallen yet.He wished, more than anything, that he could take away every ounce of pain she was enduring right now. He longed to tell her to lean on him, to trust that he would be her rock, and for once, to have her actually listen. But rushing her would only push her further away. “Whatever it is,” he murmured to himself, the words echoing in his mind as he turned to leave, “I'm not giving up.” With that quiet resolve, he stepped into his car, t

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The world seemed to hold its breath as ameras flashed around them, capturing every second as the media broadcast it live. Freya glanced around briefly, seeing friends, loved ones, and the lenses trained on them, but her focus returned to Richard. She stretched out her right hand, nodding through her tears.“Yes, Richard, I’ll marry you. I will...I will,” she said excitedly, her voice trembling with joy. He slid the ring onto her finger smoothly, the diamonds catching the light brilliantly. She raised her hand for the cameras, admiring it with a radiant smile. Richard rose to his feet, pulling her into his arms as a round of applause erupted from their friends and the hidden guests.***(KENDRA’S ISLAND)Kendra sat alone in the grand bedroom of her mansion, the silk sheets cool beneath her as she clutched her phone. The live stream played out on the screen, every detail sharp and unforgiving. She watched as Richard spun Freya in his arms, the way her laughter rang out, pure and un

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“Hmmm, did I miss anything?” Kendra raised an eyebrow, intrigued.Emily nodded cheerfully. “Yes, you missed a lot,” she grinned. “It was an arranged marriage, but seeing his pictures alone, oh my God, I’m in love with this man. Though I was told he has a son, I actually don’t mind at all.”“Really? You want to be a mother to his son? Wow.” Kendra tilted her head, studying her cousin.“Yeah,” Emily nodded, her enthusiasm bubbling over. “Well, the alliance was finalized tonight and my parents will be in Italy tomorrow. So we get married, then boom, out of Italy again. It was stated in the contract that we’d live in Paris afterwards. Can you imagine? Paris, Kendra. The city of lights, new beginnings. It feels like a dream.”“I’m so happy for you, my love,” Kendra said sincerely, pulling her into a quick hug. Emily has always been the optimistic one, the dreamer in the family. It suited her.“And I wish you’d meet someone at my wedding. You need a man to make…”“Oh, don’t even go there,”

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Emily’s fingers worked the last few buttons of Kendra’s red silk pyjama top with deliberate slowness, the fabric whispering apart to fully expose her full, heavy breasts. They sat high and proud on Kendra’s chest, bouncing softly with every quickened breath she took. Emily’s eyes darkened with affection and desire as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against the sensitive skin.“God, look at these,” Emily murmured, cupping one breast in her hand, feeling its weight. “So perfect. Let’s see how not-horny you really are.”She dipped her head and let her tongue roll slowly over Kendra’s right nipple, moving languidly, a flat, warm swipe that circled the stiff peak before the tip of her tongue flicked rapidly against it. Kendra’s body jolted instantly. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as electricity shot straight down to her core.Emily didn’t stop. Her tongue rolled again, this time in lazy, wet circles, coating the nipple in saliva before she sealed her lips around it and sucked hard.

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Kendra blinked nervously, her cheeks burning with a deep flush that spread all the way to her ears. In her mind, she was lost in the fantasy that Emily was sucking her breast.“Fuck,” she whispered, letting out a deep breath, her chest heaving. The thought alone sent a fresh wave of heat through her body. She could feel her pulse hammering in her throat.Sweat beaded on her forehead. Without another word, she scrambled off the bed, her bare feet hitting the cool floor with a soft thud.“Ken, are you okay?” Emily asked, her voice laced with suspicion. She sat up, frowning slightly, clearly sensing something was off.Kendra swallowed hard, forcing a weak smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just…I need the washroom. Goodnight.” She bolted towards the bathroom door before Emily could say anything else, closing it firmly behind her.Emily shook her head slowly, muttering under her breath. “She’s so strange these days.” With a sigh, she got down from the bed and walked

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Kendra gripped the phone tighter, she walked back to the bathroom, her free hand pressing against the bathroom door as if to steady herself. The cool tile under her bare feet grounded her slightly, but the heat flooding her body refused to fade. She was dripping wet, her panties clinging uncomfortably, she bit her lips clenching her thighs together.“Doctor, I…I don’t know, I cannot just go out and find someone,” she whispered, voice shaky. “It feels too impulsive, doctor, I can't be sleeping around.”“I understand the hesitation, Kendra. This isn’t about rushing into anything reckless. It’s about listening to your body’s signals. Prolonged suppression can intensify these responses, as we’ve discussed. Self-care, in whatever safe form feels right for you, can help bridge the gap while you consider longer-term solutions. Hormone panels, therapy referrals—we can explore all of that. But denying the physical need entirely often backfires, like you’re experiencing now.”She paced the bat

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Her hand shivered a little but she kept going anyway. “Ah…fuck!” Tears pricked her eyes from the intensity, spilling down her flushed cheeks as her body convulsed. Her pussy spasmed hard around the curvy moisturizer, juices flooding out around it, soaking her fingers and the sheets. She kept thrusting through the waves, drawing out every pulse of release, sobbing softly with relief and lingering need. She grinned, then eased the bottle out slowly, setting it aside on the nightstand with a shaky hand. Her chest heaved, breasts rising and falling, nipples still aching. She curled onto her side, one leg drawn up, trying to catch her breath. “Better… a little,” she murmured hoarsely. --- [Yvonne’s Place – The Next Morning] Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains of Yvonne’s apartment, casting a warm glow over the living room. Yvonne stirred awake on the sofa, her silk robe slipping off one shoulder. Her phone was buzzing incessantly on the coffee table. She groane

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Richard sighed as he finished knotting his tie in the mirror. He straightened the tie once more, checked the silver watch on his wrist, and turned toward the door. Freya stood right behind him. He flinched hard. She was barefoot, wearing only one of his old button-downs that hung loosely to mid-thigh, the top buttons left undone. Her dark hair was still slightly damp, falling in soft waves over her shoulders. She frowned at his reaction, then the corner of her mouth curved up. “Did I scare you?” she asked, voice low and amused. Richard shook his head slowly. The surprise melted as he reached for her, pulling her firmly into his arms. She fit against him perfectly, warm through the thin fabric of the shirt. He buried his face briefly in her hair before tipping her chin up and kissing her. "I've never been so happy the way I'm today," he said and Freya chuckled. "Me too," Freya said, not smiling, her eyes burning. “I love you, baby,” he murmured against her lips. Sh

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Richard’s mind wouldn’t let go of those words, even after kissing her goodbye, leaving her in the room.“I’ll satisfy you and destroy you…” Freya’s voice still echoed inside his skull like a low, constant hum. He tried to shrug it off the way he always did—roll his shoulders, force a cocky half-smile, pretend the threat was just another dramatic line from a woman who was overwhelmed by the pleasure.Because she said after the sex.But the words sat heavier than usual in his mind. Something about the way she had said them, quiet and certain, made the hairs on the back of his neck rise. He pushed through the heavy front doors of the mansion anyway. The air hit him first, cool, damp, carrying the faint smell of wet earth and distant traffic. The driveway stretched out in front of him, lit by soft yellow lamps that threw long shadows across the gravel. He had only taken three steps when the shadows moved. Men stepped out from both sides of the drive, six of them, maybe seven in p

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