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Chapter 3 Third Chapter

Word Count: 1923    |    Released on: 27/05/2025

on's

as my mother rambled on again about "meeting the rig

ting any younger and I need to carry my grandchildren bef

ardly. *Not

efinitely not dying anytime soon," I replied,

r face as if inspecting invisible flaws. "My face is turning all

as flawless as it had been in her twenties.

ment I stepped outside, I inhaled sharply, the cool air a temporary relief. I slid into my car, my mum rushed out and sh

I'd exhaled in frustration since

-

tightened on the steering wheel as m

ight on

ucted illusion, a trap disguised as warmth. I'd seen it firsthand-the way my mother had been bro

ok in her eyes, the way she'd whispered apologies f

ne? There's no such thin

eace... until they weren't. Until they became your worst nightmare. Let

my chest, my knuckles whitenin

en

HUD.

rt sto

of impact reverberating through my bones. I sla

e of a woman tumbling through the air

SHIT

sprinted toward her, my

spreading beneath her. The rise and fa

oped her into my arms, her blood s

't be hap

hands, a life hanging in the balance. My company's

blood smearing the leather. My hands shook around the stee

d the door and scooped her into my arms. Her head dangled against my

k God the emergency e

uted, bursting throug

ds me, one of them already wheeling a stre

accident ," I sa

to the VIP ward," I replied. The doctor didn't say anything, he only nodded and carefully he

orced t

I sat with my elbows on my knees, staring at my hand

d. Or hours.

, the doctor

y feet. "Is

limbs broken, but it's the head trauma that's concerning. She

in my chest loosened.

the way... I don't want a word of this leaking out. Tell

paled. "Y

oo

nd left th

ght for the shower. I stood under the hot stream for what felt like hours, w

brushed against the silk and wool of my tailored sui

I sa

p curled in disgust. Without hesitation, I tapped the command b

, her uniform crisp, her posture submissive. "

ed swiftly, gathering the shirt with delicate fingers, as if touching i

he di

a black singlet and black sweatpant, w

she lin

here they clutched the fabric of her skirt. Then, without warning, she grasped a fistful of her own hair, tugging sharply as she bit

ping with saccharine seduction, "is th

was either stupidity or desperation; perhaps both. My gaze dar

with a slow, d

g her full breasts spilling free. She hadn't been wearing a bra, and the cool

ody eager, her lips parted in submission. The thought of her bouncing in my lap, or those plush

neel

he cold tiles with a soft thud. Her eyes, wide and dark with desire, locked onto mi

to the bed behind me. Her gaze flickered downwar

uck.

e guided me into her mouth. A soft moan vibrated against me as she took me deeper, her tongue swirling expertl

tightening my grip just enough t

ghter as she worked me with practiced devotion. The wet heat of he

nd of man who came

th a loud *pop*. A string of saliva still connected us as s

racing her swollen lower lip. **

ath hit

wed her exactl

on her hair. I pressed my dick further into her mouth. She gagged, her body jerking

flushed cheeks. Drool dripped from the corner of her swollen lips, her body trem

n sending a jolt of pleasure through

could recover, I dragged her up by her hair and spun her around, slamming her palms against t

ook her;

ing her head back as I set a brutal rhythm. Every thrust drew another broken sound from he

ght, as if begging for release. But I w

ng whine of protest. I forced her back onto her knees, her tear-

pe

sing deeper until I felt the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat. The tension coiled tight in my core

d looking confused. She tried running her fingers on my chest but I grabbed her wrist and and pushed her away and said "take th

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