Zara Muskura Mere Gumshuda นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The marble countertops, usually gleaming, were dulled by a layer of dust because we couldn't afford the cleaning service anymore. I poured cheap whiskey into my coffee mug. It was 11:00 AM, but time didn't matter when you were watching your empire crumble. The liquor burned my throat, a familiar and necessary pain. "I’m going out!" Zara called from the foyer. I looked up, my eyes narrowing through the haze of alcohol. Zara breezed into the kitchen. She looked impeccable. She was wearing a new floral dress—silk, by the look of the drape—and her hair was blown out perfectly. She smelled of expensive perfume, a scent that used to turn me on but now just smelled like burning money.

It couldn't be! "Zara, the woman you see in your dreams is the moon goddess." Harper looked down at our hands and interlaced our fingers together.

Mom scolded him, making me snigger in silent victory while Kai glared in my direction as I watched him while kissing the life out of Zara. Suddenly Zara pushed me back rather forcefully and ran towards our bedroom. I looked at the Cook who had got a fresh batch of Steak strips and then at Zara’s dashing figure. Kai glared at me as if understanding the situation but before I could get an earful from his outburst, I too ran behind Zara to help her out. “FUCK !” Zara cursed as she retched out the contents in her stomach. She didn’t even have breakfast yet ! Only marmalade…. oh shit !!

Denver is the one in charge of informing us peasants that the King will arrive, and Denver made it his mission to traumatize us and he got it right when a female fainted when the news came and the idiot laughed. I took the Lucifer's trap, also known as an elevator, to my work floor and went to my desk. I wasn't stressed since my work was up to date and my group was sorted. I took out my laptop and set it up before I went to check up on my group and also friends. "Zara!" I turned to see Sweet coming from behind me. "Where have you been?"

Tears smearing her mascara while she gagged and drooled, desperate to please Sir. I pumped my fist harder, twisting at the head, thumb pressing over the leaking slit. My balls drew up tight. But the image that destroyed me was simpler: Zara on her back on my desk, legs wrapped around my waist, leather skirt still on. Me buried balls-deep inside her tight, dripping heat. Her face when she came—mouth open, eyes rolling back, pussy spasming and milking my cock as she squirted all over me, screaming my name. “Fuck...Zara—”

I expected Declan, because things had shifted at lunch and we were in new territory and new territory generated communication. It was none of them. It was a number with a different area code. Not campus. Not local. I didn't recognize it. The text said: Zara. This is Mara Collins. I skated at Crestfield from 2022 to 2024. I got your number from the oversight board investigator. I hope that's okay. I sat up straighter. Mara: I'm one of the skaters who came forward. I've been wanting to reach out for a while but I didn't know if you'd want to hear from me.