Evelyn "Why... why should he leave?" I mustered the courage to ask, though my nerves danced on a razor's edge. His stance, his penetrating gaze, the weight of his question—all combined to fray my composure. There was an undeniable force in his presence, his fucking aura, one that threatened to bring me to my knees. "Because I said so," he retorted, his voice laced with icy resolve, his eyes daring me to challenge him. Despite the cocktail of nerves, guilt, and desire swirling within me, I found the strength to respond. "Your word may be law in your domain, but not here," I countered, arms folded defiantly across my chest. "Cameron stays." Jacob's jaw tightened, his fists clenched at his sides, and a storm brewed in his gaze, anger palpable in every line of his body. I knew he wouldn't harm me physically, but his methods were unpredictable. Would it be a stern reprimand or something far more... intriguing? Well no, it'd be wicked. Absolutely fucking wicked. "Evelyn, it's fine," Cam
EvelynThe moment his fingers landed on my soaking-wet, aching, and bare pussy, I knew he would make sure I lost this battle before it even began. Suddenly, I couldn't speak, breathe, or think straight. All I could focus on was his touch—those goddamn fingers on me. They had just made contact with my pussy, and already, my body was on fire. Untameable, wild, ferocious fire.I gasped at the sensations exploding in my lower abdomen, my heart hammering in my chest, my eyes locked with his, unblinking.God! Save me."His touch doesn't leave you this shaken, does it?" A smirk curved his lips as his fingers began drawing slow, soft, torturous circles on my clit.Fuck!Don't moan, Evelyn.Don't you dare moan.I struggled against his grip, but my chest pressed against his, the heat of his body seeping into mine, driving me insane. Our faces were too close, and the urge to kiss him overwhelmed me. I wanted to kiss him. So badly. But at the same time, I didn't want to 'want to' kiss him. Did th
EvelynAfter that mind-blowing orgasm and Jacob's final touch, another night was slipping by in terrifying silence. I tossed and turned in bed, restless, unable to get a wink of sleep. My mind raced with thoughts, loud and unkind, questioning my dignity and the self-preservation I had until I let Jacob finger-fuck and lick me to a shattering climax that I could still feel between my thighs. The sensitivity was still lingering there. I was so fucking stupid to allow him to do that because now, I stimply couldn’t get him out of my head.If there was anything I should have felt for him, it should have been hatred. But no, I felt everything else—the fire, the warmth, the urge, the craving, the hunger—every fucking thing except the one emotion I believed I should have felt for him: hatred.God, Maybe, I could never ever hate him and this realization was sickening.I emitted a soft groan, trying to banish his image from my mind. He had looked so incredibly hot with my essence on his lips,
Warning/ Trigger warning This book contains strong mature content and illicit language, read at your own risk. *****A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned closer, his warm breath grazing my ear, causing a shiver to run down my spine. "What's your reason, may I ask?"I swallowed hard, my voice barely a whisper as I confessed, "I... I had a hangover."Jacob's lips brushed against my earlobe, "People only drink for two reasons, Evelyn," he murmured, the sensation sending a jolt through my body and I clenched my thighs together, "Either for pleasure or pain."If I wasn't in the pool, surely my arousal could have proven to be enough of a good reason for my dampened panties. "What is your reason?" "Both." I unknowingly confessed and A smirk curved on his tempting lips, his eyes glinting with a knowing spark."I see. You appear rather stressed. Is there anything I can do to help you relax?" That suggestive tone.....******A few days ago: Evelyn "You have no right to look this b
Evelyn.The morning sunlight infiltrated the room through the window, its warm rays rousing me from my slumber. I reluctantly pried my eyes open, only to have them promptly shut again in protest against the intrusive light.Letting out a disgruntled sigh, I buried my face in the pillow, hoping to shield myself from the unwelcome morning.Mornings. Ugh! I despised them with a passion.Even more than my periods.Groaning, I finally dragged myself out of bed, deliberately averting my gaze from the blinding sun, I stumbled my way to the bathroom. As usual, I brushed my teeth at a tortoise's pace, trying to delay the inevitable start of the day.As usual, I brushed my teeth at a tortoise's pace and took a shower. I made sure to scrub away any remnants of sleep, unwilling to risk looking like a ghost amidst the uncertainty of potential guests.While the gathering had mostly been arranged amongst family members, I vaguely recalled my dad mentioning a few of his friends being invited, too.I
Evelyn.Leaning against the balcony railing, I took a sip of my coffee, its bittersweet flavour providing a much-needed respite from the stress that threatened to consume me. By conveniently feigning a headache, I managed to escape the formalities of greeting the arriving guests one by one, effectively dodging any encounter with Jacob.Damn, that man seemed to defy logic with his ever-growing handsomeness.From my vantage point, I could see the gathering around the poolside. It was like a scene straight out of a poolside party movie. Handsome men were aplenty, some being Dad's business partners' sons, while others represented their fathers' interests.But amidst this sea of attractive individuals, my eyes only craved stolen glances at the green-eyed Italian male perched on a chaise lounge. Unlike the others, he maintained a certain air of casual elegance, leaving only a few buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of the gold chain around his neck. Every now and then, I caught a tantalisin
Evelyn"Evelyn, get the hell out of the pool....you'll catch a cold!" Dad's voice echoed across the poolside, but I chose to ignore his yell and swam to the other side, determined to enjoy the water."I am not a kid, Dad!" I shouted back, my voice laced with defiance as I leaned against the edge of the pool. "Go and get some rest!"The party had ended an hour ago, and the once lively poolside had now emptied, revealing the vastness of the mansion Dad owned. It was nothing short of a palace, capable of accommodating over a hundred people, though there weren't nearly as many guests invited. But I had a feeling the wedding day would be an exception."Evelyn, I said get out right now!" Dad ordered but once again, I paid no attention to his words.At that moment, there were only four of us left by the poolside: Clara, who was struggling to suppress her laughter; Dad, who was determined to spoil my swim; me, defiantly sticking to my decision; and Jacob, silently observing the entire spectacl
EvelynCurrently, I found myself seated in my dad and Clara's room, surrounded by a mountain of clothes on his bed. They were gifts he had purchased for his friends and relatives attending the event, and now, after sorting and packing everyone's presents, there were two identical shirts in different sizes remaining, intended for my dad's best friend.The very same person whose words from the previous day continued to echo in my mind."Why is there an extra shirt?" I inquired, placing the magazine I had been flipping through onto the nearby table."Oh, I bought two different sizes for Jacob since I wasn't sure how muscular he might have become," Dad chuckled, drawing closer and settling himself on the bed. "He certainly has built himself like a giant."I couldn't help but disagree with the notion that Jacob's physique resembled that of a giant. In reality, his physicality was far more subtle and captivating. There was a remarkable balance to his muscular frame.Even though his muscles