In Love With My Mistress Novels & Stories

Hated the strange warmth it created. Hated him. Most of all, she hated herself for noticing anything at all. "I got lost." "Inside my private study?" His eyes narrowed. For a moment they simply stared at each other. A challenge. A battle. Neither willing to blink first. The storm crashed against the windows. Lightning flashed. The room brightened. And suddenly Adrian moved. One step towards her. That's all. Yet the distance between them vanished instantly. Celine's pulse jumped. He was too close.

Vincent desperately scrolled through all the posts until he found an account I was following. Clicking on the account I followed, Vincent's eyes immediately widened. It was Serena's Instagram account! On her account, Serena used sweet language and intimate photos to document their time together. Serena had over a thousand followers who loved her romantic daily posts and even envied their love. Vincent's expression turned ugly. He did not know that everything he had done looked completely different through Serena's eyes. His care born from responsibility had become evidence of him spoiling Serena. His face instantly turned pale.

“What do you take me for?” “This is my home. I am your wife. Do I need to make room for a mistress?” Monica clutched Joseph’s wound, her voice full of concern. “It’s just a room, Natalie. Is this really necessary?” she asked angrily. “I’ve already said it, nothing is going on between us. “I don’t want to be here if it means the two of you are going to get divorced. “If you hadn’t sent my mother after me, causing her to make a scene at my place every day, Joseph wouldn’t have felt sorry that I couldn’t rest properly and brought me here.”

“Hey, answer me!” I ignored her. I walked toward Tristan, who stood frozen, watching me approach. "W-what?" he stuttered, his voice losing its usual bite. “I love him, Sir,” I said, looking Tristan dead in the eye. “A maid who doesn’t love her Master isn’t a loyal maid. And as a loyal maid, I love my master deeply. My one and only master, Amon Nicholas Sergio… I love Amon Nicholas Sergio.” I turned, bowing my head for a second.

The activity continued until Michael finally reached his climax. "You're so beautiful; I love you so much," Michael said to the woman, before kissing her lips. Enough! Diana couldn't take it anymore! While wiping away her tears roughly, Diana slowly walked out of the room. But unfortunately, it didn't go smoothly because Diana accidentally hit the bedside table and knocked the vase off of it. The sound of breaking things filled the room and immediately caught the attention of the two people on the bed. Michael, who looked surprised to see Diana, immediately rushed out of bed and walked toward her.

“Your sister is a manipulator, can you see how she's clinging onto the king?“ I heard an unknown voice say. “You think I don't know that? I hate her, she always wants to be ahead of me at everything, even in getting married first.“ She said with a scornful tone. I swallowed nervously, and leaned in to listen more. “If you want to beat her, you'll have to play her at her own game. Make your own moves too. Do you understand?" “Yes I do, but it's not like the king would even notice her. Clearly I'm more attractive than my dumb sister.“ Gwen said boastfully. “Of course, she doesn't stand a chance!“ “But I'm only a maid, why would he notice a maid?“ “You know how the saying goes, love is blind. H

I saw how Stephanie flinched because of Drake’s anger. “You know I love her. You know how much I love Felicity so you chose to ruin everything. Now remember this, I’m gonna ruin you if I lose her. Mark my words.” I gasped at what I’ve heard. He love me? Did I just heard it right? I think about it for so long, reason why Drake noticed me. “You heard it?” he asked softly. He walked near me and caressed my cheeks. “That’s what you mean earlier?” I asked in a small voice.

Rolling onto my side and looking back into the mirror, I can see red stripes over my otherwise creamy skin. My Master, still naked, sits beside me on the bed, resting his head on his chin. Looking slantways at me, he says "But you know that I love you? Surely?" "But you wouldn't say so, Master." He is silent, reflective, then, taking my hand, he kisses the fingers. "Elizabeth, for the avoidance of doubt, I love you. I want you to be with me. I want you to be part of my life." A warm glow suffuses through me. "I love you too Master."

I wanted so bad to feel in control, but it was always just out of my reach. Mistress made sure I knew I would always be part of her family, but I dreamed of a family of my own someday. I wanted love from a man like the Mistress's husband, Damian. As horrible as it sounded, I fantasized about him loving me the way he loved her. I knew he would never look at me twice if she wasn't my mistress, and I had no illusions that he would want me. But I could dream, even if my dreams were just a tiny bit wicked.

“Oh yes, my Goddess! There will be so many more dates where he’ll fall more and more in love with me!” “You’re going-” her voice caught as she seemed to choke on the hurt and betrayal, “you’re going to fuck him, and- and- and I’m… I’m going to walk in on you!” Her whole body seemed to quiver with the fantasy as she clearly imagined how hot it would be to have her love so cruelly stolen from her. Her hands reached into Claire’s hair, raising her head up to her parted legs, revealing that her Mistress wore no panties. Claire felt her heart quicken as her eyes beheld her greatest treasure as her Mistress’s voice became even more strained and far-away as she furthered the plan. “And… and he won’