This story will take a turn when our cute handsome business man will turn into a dangerous ...... unknowingly he kept it a secret and she finds it out
a man cloaked in the shadows of his past, his heart encased in frost. Yet, amidst his icy demeanor...
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Shayantika Armani
"Uhhhh, Rian... fuckkk... please... faster..." I begged, my voice trembling with desperation.
"Sso desperate, I see, kitten?" he teased, his voice a dark whisper as he thrust three fingers into my tight pussy, as if trying to open it wider for something bigger, something more. His fingers worked relentlessly, each movement deliberate and calculated, pushing me closer to the edge of insanity.
"Rii...ian, I can't..." I cried out, my body quivering as the waves of pleasure and pain merged into something unbearable. I felt the climax build within me, unstoppable and fierce, yet somehow unfinished. As I came, my vision blurred, and I fell unconscious, the last thing I felt was a lingering kiss on my forehead—a moment of tenderness amidst the storm.
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I woke up to the soft rays of dawn peeking through the curtains, gently illuminating the room in a warm, golden hue. As I slowly blinked awake, I became aware of the steady, comforting presence beside me. My heart fluttered as I turned my head slightly, and there he was—Adrian, lying peacefully next to me.
He was wearing a plain white T-shirt, but on him, it looked anything but ordinary. The fabric clung to his muscular frame, outlining every ridge and contour of his body. His broad shoulders, his strong arms—everything about him radiated strength and warmth. The sight of him made my heart race, a mixture of awe and disbelief that this powerful, confident man was here, beside me.
My eyes traveled to his face, captivated by how serene he looked in sleep. His usual intensity was softened, replaced by an almost boyish vulnerability. His dark hair, usually styled to perfection, now fell messily across his forehead, making him look endearing in a way that tugged at my heartstrings. I couldn't help but smile at how different he seemed, so relaxed and peaceful, far removed from the man who had commanded every ounce of my attention the night before.
As I inched closer, my heartbeat quickened. The sight of him, so close, so tangible, made everything feel more real. His lashes rested gently against his cheeks, and his lips were slightly parted, breathing in the early morning air. There was a softness to him now, a gentleness that made me want to reach out and touch him, to confirm that this moment was real.
Nestling closer, I became aware of something else—a firm pressure against my thigh. My breath caught as I realized what it was. His cock, hard and insistent, pressed against me through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. The sensation sent a rush of heat through my body, my cheeks flushing at the realization.
I hesitated, my heart racing with both nerves and anticipation. The awareness of his arousal, combined with the sight of him lying there so peacefully, was intoxicating. My fingers trembled slightly as I traced the sharp line of his jaw, my touch light and tentative. I moved closer, my body instinctively seeking more of his warmth, more of him.
