Chloe adjusted her dress as she got down from the cab. It was the second time she was going to his house but she still felt nervous. She walked past his car heading for the door. Raising her hand, she knocked on the door but it opened by itself. The energy from the house felt off. "Christian", she called out as she stepped into the house. There was no reply. "Christian", she tried again, still nothing.She made her way inside the house and her shoe stepped on something wet.The light in the room was dim so it was hard to decipher what the liquid was.A groan sounded from behind the two seated sofa. A gasp flew out of her mouth as her eyes landed on Christian's body surrounded by the liquid she had stepped in, blood.Chloae rushed over to him, kneeling at his side. "Christian", she screamed.Christian smiled faintly, raising a bloodied hand to touch her cheek, "When I said scream out my name, this was definitely not what I had in mind." Under normal circumstances, maybe she would ha

Christian's eyelids fluttered as he gradually emerged from the depths of unconsciousness. The sterile white walls of the hospital room came into focus, and he felt the weight of his body against the soft hospital bed. A dull ache pulsed through his body, a constant reminder of the ordeal he had just been through.As his gaze wandered around the room, Christian's eyes locked onto Ryke, who stood at the door with a mixture of relief and concern etched on his face. A small, genuine smile lifted the corners of Christian's lips, despite the exhaustion that clung to him. "You must have really missed me," he quipped, attempting to inject a touch of humor into the tense atmosphere.Ryke's expression remained unreadable for a moment, but then he took a step forward, the relief in his eyes slowly becoming more apparent. "You have no idea," Ryke replied softly, his voice tinged with emotion. He approached the bed, the worry still evident in his movements, but trying to keep a composed demeanor.

Ryke sat on a bench outside the hospital, his gaze fixed on the ground, lost in his thoughts. He couldn't shake the guilt that had settled in the pit of his stomach. He replayed the events in his mind, wondering if there was anything he could have done differently to prevent Christian from getting hurt.As he sat there, deep in his contemplation, the soft sound of footsteps approached. Ryke glanced up to see Crystal walking towards him. She had a concerned look on her face, mirroring the worry that had been etched on all their faces in the hospital room.Crystal settled down beside Ryke on the bench, and they both sat there in silence for a while. Finally, Crystal broke the silence, her voice gentle as she said, "Penny for your thoughts?"Ryke turned to look at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and guilt. He didn't respond immediately, but his silence spoke volumes.Crystal sighed, her gaze shifting to the hospital building. "I guess we'll just sit in silence then."More

Ryke's knuckles whitened as his hands clenched on the armrests. "You wouldn't dare.""Wouldn't I?" Ricardo chuckled darkly. "The world sees Ryke Sterling, the billionaire. But they don't know, do they? They don't know what lies beneath that polished façade.""You have nothing," Ryke spat, his voice low and dangerous.Ricardo leaned forward, his gaze boring into Ryke's. "I have enough to stir the pot, to make your life unravel. And your beautiful wife. You’ve always liked them young... well, that's a fascinating story, isn't it?”Ryke's jaw tensed, a flicker of concern masked by his steely resolve. "Stay away from her. You stare even for a second in her direction and that will be the last thing you do.”“Would you look at that? The monster finally found his beauty to melt his heart. It is quite unfortunate that your love story would have a happy ending.”"You'll regret this," Ryke warned, his voice a menacing growl."Ah, but regret is such a human emotion, Ryke. Something you've tried

Crystal cried out, and he put his hand over her mouth to quiet her. "I'm sorry," he said. "It's just so big. It hurts." She shook her head, trying not to cry. "Don't worry," he said. "Just relax and let it go in."He began moving his hips slowly, pushing his cock deeper inside her. She gasped again as he pushed harder, stretching her walls even more than they were already. Then he stopped, holding himself deep inside her, "How does that feel?" he asked. "Good," she replied, "But it still hurts." He planted a small kiss on her forehead then he started moving again, sliding his cock in and out of her. She moaned softly, and then he kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth. He pulled away from her and laid on his back. "Get on top of me," he ordered.A blush stained her cheek, “I don’t know how to be on top.” Fiddling with her fingers, she tried to look everywhere in the room but him.“Hey, look at me. Do you trust me?”She nodded, biting her lips.“Come here. I will teach you and