Celia I sat in the luxurious living room, the plush cushions of the grand sofa cradling my weary body. The events of the night at the club still haunted me, and I sought solace in the steaming cup of coffee I held in my trembling hands. The scent of the rich brew filled the air, a comforting contrast to the turmoil within me.As I took a sip, the bitterness of the coffee seemed to mirror the bitterness of my thoughts. The memory of what had transpired on that stage, the humiliation I had endured, was etched into my mind like a scar.Something was going on for sure. Something no one was willing to tell me, like why Alexander was keeping me close and why he’d let me get away with my tantrums. Why does he pay so much attention to me, unlike the other girls who work at the club? Alexander had abandoned me in his club, and though he tried to make amends, my words about needing to be alone might have struck a chord in him. I wanted to be as far away from him as possible because it was n
Celia“Alexander…” I murmured, making him pause. He probably thought I was going to push him away or end it as I always do, but instead, I looked up at him with everything I wanted written clearly on my face and said, “Don’t stop.”He grinned softly, “I don’t intend to.” Effortlessly lifting me, he placed me on the countertop, spreading my legs open. Grabbing the light fabric of my dress, he tore it down like a wild and hungry tiger ready to devour its prey. He stepped back to look at me, taking in his ultimate undoing. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, and my heart skipped a beat at the words. He buried his face into my wetness, immediately thrusting his tongue past my swollen folds. Gasping, I clawed at his hands. “Delicious,” he murmured, sliding a single finger in beside his tongue. He sucked on my clit while furiously fucking me with his finger. Adding a second and third finger, his actions became pure ecstasy.I gripped my legs, opening them as far
AlexanderCelia was on to something deeper. She was groomed for something way more than she could understand. Her true identity wasn’t known to her yet and it was better that way. She was already broken, learning that the man whom she called father her entire life was a fraud, would shatter her, and I was ready to shield her from the truth for as long as possible. I sat in my study, the faint glow of antique lamps casting an eerie shadow across the room. I was lost in thought, my fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of the whiskey glass on my mahogany desk. The weight of what was about to happen weighed heavy on my shoulders. I was waiting for Rufus, I already told the man over the phone that I wasn’t ready for any form of meeting with him, but I knew he, his imposing self would be here any moment. The door swung open, and Rufus entered, his presence imposing even in the imposing room. We had a complicated history, marred by business disagreements, personal vendettas, and famil
CeliaIt’s been two days of Alexander taking up every single one of my thoughts. I’ve been trying to avoid him, mostly because I was afraid he’d see the effect he had on me. His very presence sends waves of nervousness and arousal crashing into me, nearly drowning me each time those intense eyes locked on mine.I stood in the garden, the soft breeze rustling the leaves of the carefully pruned plants, my gaze fixed on the breathtaking view before me. The mansion was awfully quiet, unlike every other day with many activities going on.The servants seems to be on vacation as I woke up to none of them around, except for a few guards that were following me around like I was a freaking senator of a state.I’m being guarded under heavy and well-trained security and no one was saying anything to me.Octavia was hot on my tail and wasn’t giving me a breathing space and that suffocated me.I began walking around and could hear her footsteps right behind me. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I pau
Celia “It’s time to let her go, Aron. Of what use is she to us in this house anyway? Your daughter Is a burden, and I’m sick of seeing her around.” I heard my stepmother’s voice loudly raging from the living room.“And if she leaves, who will bring in money for the house? I hope you are not expecting me to go out there and work.” My father fired back.“You cannot hide her from him forever. Give her up, or he will have your head.” She assured him. I sigh in frustration as their loud voice kept echoing through the thin walls of my bedroom.Death was better than the life I was being thrown into. I’ve always known that this day would come. I was made aware of my fate at a very young age, and I’ve been getting training from my stepmother about men and their sexual desires.I’ll be a sex slave to not only one man whose name I’ve come to detest but to any other man he wishes to share me with.I stared out of the small, grimy window of my bedroom, feeling the heaviness of my reality in my ch
Celia I snuck a look backward, half-expecting someone else to be there. "Wh—what?" The smile slipped from the man's face and his eyes hardened. He pushed his chair backwards with a loud creak, then walked towards me with a slow but steady precision and an air of authority. I looked up to stare into his eyes as I was several inches shorter than he was. I knew I was tall, but this man was way taller. Alexander Hamilton...I'd heard that name being thrown around by my parents a couple of times, times where I'd been privy to their private discussions. They usually metioned the Hamilton name with a mixture of revulsion and fear, as though they had a score to settle with him. I stood there, trembling, in the dimly lit office of the most powerful man in the city. My mind ran amok with equal shock and confusion, unable to fully process the magnitude of the situation that had unfolded on my eighteenth birthday. The guard's arrival at my father's house had torn apart the fragile illusion of
Celia"Yes, yes," the guard snapped at me. "If you'd please move this way, then?"I swallowed my retorts and followed the guards. As they led me away from Alexander Hamilton's office, my mind buzzed with a storm of fear and uncertainty. With each step, the weight of my impending fate pressed upon me, threatening to crush what was left of my hope.My heart pounded in my chest, and a knot tightened in the pit of my stomach. I was scared of my prospects; I couldn't live the rest of my life as a puppet for Alexander Hamilton!They led me to a door and one of the guards opened it, then ushered me in with a leer on his face. "Go in and wear anything you like, love." He said. I could hear the inflection of his voice, and the slightly provocative tone behind his words, and it made my skin crawl.I walked into the room. It was a small, private chamber, dimly lit with neon lights. I couldn't see much, but my eyes caught the rack of clothes in the corner and the floor-length mirror on claw legs d
Celia We both stared at each other for an insane amount of time. I'd never noticed just how deep his green eyes was, how it caught the moonlight at a beautiful angle. Suddenly all my problems were pushed to the back of my mind as I looked up at this man whom I hated with every heartbeat. His scent filled my nostrils—the clean scent of rain and an undertone of male cologne—every element of him taking over my common sense. Alexander, the man responsible for my near-tragic encounter, stood before me, his face filled with mild concern. "Are you alright? Did you get hurt?" he asked. I took a moment to compose myself before answering. "I... I'm fine," I muttered, my voice quivering. My whole body was still trembling from the shock, but with his hands around me, the tremors finally subsided. I looked at him, taking in his handsome features, and the anger within me swelled like a tempest. This man had traded me like a simple commodity, had watched me dance half-naked on a stage, and had