Milady Ch 8 Novels & Stories

Charlotte Hayes’ POV My mind was racing with questions. But I can't be afraid in front of this man. "Who knows?" I said, still smiling. I chuckled, causing Luca to smile slightly. He looked at me for a split second before bowing and said elegantly, "Well then. Milady, follow me." We were walking down the spacious hallways, greeted by various paintings as we passed.

Then she remembered Cheri’s lessons, her voice echoing in her mind as clearly as if she were standing beside her. “Remember, you’re walking with Ethan Moretti next to you. Stand tall, shoulders back, head high. Imagine a crown on your head to keep perfect posture.” Millie realized her shoulders had been slouching, and she quickly adjusted, straightening her spine and lifting her chin. Her stride became more deliberate, her movements more graceful. As they ascended the steps toward the second tier of the massive round table, she forced herself to maintain the air of confidence Cheri had drilled into her.

She was led naked down a torch lit corridor, past open archways where bodies moved together in slow, fluid rhythms, skin gliding on skin, mouths tracing throats, low moans rising and falling like distant waves. They brought her to a preparation chamber of white marble and flickering candles. Three women waited, robed in sheer crimson, their breasts visible beneath the gauze. They guided her into a sunken copper tub filled with steaming water scented with jasmine and ylang ylang. Their hands were reverent and merciless. One poured warm water over her shoulders while another lathered her hair with oil that smelled of sandalwood and lavender. The third knelt between her spread thighs and washed

“Time for a splendid make-over Milady!” First, they made me sit on a white couch in front of a white vanity, letting me see my reflection through the mirror. They formed a circle around me and they looked at each other first, then at me, they gave me a meaningful smile which brought shiver down to my spine. Why do they look like they’re going to torture me? They put so may boxes in front of me and brushes with different sizes. I flinched as they began putting powder on my face. ***

Don't forget, conquering opponents in bed is ingrained in the Wiratama family, directly proportional to getting rid of opponents in the business world. I removed the remaining fabric from Milly's body as I touched the entire surface of her skin with weak finger taps. Channeling a puff of breath, tracing the dampness of her sweat-coated pores. Milly shuddered, goose bumps rising, the fine hair along her arms. I, too, stripped naked, draped myself behind Milly who straddled Aryo, while squeezing her every-woman pride that didn't fit in the palm of my hand. Like a solid jelly that could wiggle.

You just woke him up from la la land". After saying it, the maids present all burst into laughter. The doctor scratched his head and ran upstairs to freshen up too. He can't afford to be late, after all he doesn't want Mr Thomas to tackle him and roast him with a sarcastic comment for being late. When Mila got to her room, she kept the paper bag on the bed and rushed to take her bath. She took a bathrobe she saw in the closet and put it on her body, before entering the bathroom. Since she was not strong enough, she decided to bathe quickly, so she quickly took a shower. When the water dropped on her body, she smiled in satisfaction. She quickly scrubs her body with a soft sponge before washi

⚠️ Author’s Note: Read Before Entering the Mirror Room ⚠️ This chapter isn’t soft. It’s filthy, humiliating, and toe-curling in all the wrong..: and oh so right... ways. If you’re here for hearts and flowers, turn back now. But if you’re ready to watch Maddison crawl, beg, break… and burn under Corian Van Halen’s rules... keep reading. Desire is messy And once you step into the mirror room… you won’t leave the same.

She didn’t allow herself to glance back—not toward Lucien’s door, not toward the corner where she’d first seen Evelyn standing like a thief caught in the lanternlight. Her own chamber sat at the far end of the east wing. By the time she reached it, the fire in her muscles had eased, but the coil of suspicion in her chest remained tight. She pushed the door open, stepping into the warm glow cast by the hearth. The air here smelled faintly of rose oil and the beeswax polish Stephanie favored for the carved furniture. Mira loosened the clasp at her throat and crossed to the vanity. Her reflection greeted her with sharp cheekbones and eyes too alert for the hour. She reached for the pins in her

The smoke rose in slow swirls. “Milady,” Tiara said gently. “It is time to prepare you.” Ayla looked at her, confused. “Prepare me?” Tiara smiled kindly and dropped some scented herbs onto the coals. The smoke changed, turning sweet and soft. “You need to squat over the smoke,” she said softly. “Let it enter your body. It is to give the King greater pleasure.” Ayla froze. “What?” she whispered. Tiara’s smile faded. She saw the fear in Ayla’s eyes and stepped forward.

“Let me take care of you again, Lila.” He dropped to his knees in front of me, his hands gently spreading my thick thighs wider. I felt exposed, but the way he looked at me — like I was something precious — made me stay still. He hooked his fingers into my panties and slowly pulled them down my legs, letting them drop to the floor. “Look at this pretty pussy,” he murmured, his breath warm against my inner thigh. “Already so wet and glistening for me. You’re dripping, baby.” I blushed hard, my cheeks burning. Miles leaned in and licked a long, slow stripe up my folds. The sensation made me gasp and grip the edge of the counter.