FLORA'S POV:
By the time I woke up in the morning, Jonathan had already left the house, and I was alone. I didn’t think of escaping this time, knowing that Lucian and his men would be searching for me everywhere. I decided I would only step outside once I had a better understanding of my environment.
That morning, I felt calm and refreshed. I went down to the kitchen and prepared myself a cup of coffee. As I drank, I turned on the TV, though my mind was elsewhere. Once I finished, I took my time exploring the house, hoping to find a possible escape route.
As I walked around, I couldn’t shake the thought that Jonathan was more than just someone working for Lucian. Who was he, really? And who exactly was Lucian? If someone working under him could own so much, then Lucian must be a powerful man, someone not to be trifled with. But it was too late for second thoughts—I had already crossed him.
My mind wandered to Chase, the guy I had met at the bar the night Jonathan picked me up. He might have the answers I needed, but I couldn’t be sure if I could trust him.
I went upstairs, grabbed my phone, and dialed Trina’s number. She picked up, and I asked if we could meet privately tomorrow evening.
“Dahlia, you know better than to play your dirty games with me. Meet me as usual if you want to see me,” her voice roared from the other end of the line.
“Listen, Trina, this will be the last time you call me if you’re not willing to meet privately. Do whatever you want—I don’t care,” I said firmly.
I could sense her arrogance melting as I spoke. After much back-and-forth, we finally agreed on a meeting place. By tomorrow evening, I was sure I would have a way out.
I put the phone back in my bag and went into the bathroom for a quick bath. As I pulled off my clothes, something fell, landing on the hardwood floor with a faint creak. Startled, I looked down and gasped—it was the necklace.
Relief washed over me as I picked it up and placed it back around my neck.
I stepped out of the bathroom and changed into casual clothes before heading to the kitchen to make some food. It was already noon.
I wondered where Jonathan had gone, but more than that, I wondered why he was saving me from Lucian and who he was truly working for. Despite Jonathan seeming like a potential threat, part of me trusted him—at least to some extent.
When the food was ready, I set the table for myself. Just then, the door creaked open, and Jonathan walked in, his face lit with a smile. I glanced at the clock on the wall—it was past 2 p.m.
He walked straight to the dining table, pulled me by the waist, and placed a kiss on my lips before heading upstairs. I set the table for two and waited for him to return.
Shortly after, he came back, and we started eating. As we ate, I made little distracting noises with my cutlery, deliberately drawing his attention. He would glance at me and smile.
Finally, I set my utensils down and stretched my leg under the table, letting my big toe trail up his inner thigh. He chuckled, looking at me with furrowed brows.
I smiled mischievously, picked up my napkin, and playfully snapped it across his face.
He bit his lip slowly, dropped his fork, and stood. Walking over to me, he cupped my cheeks in his hands. “Sorry, I can’t wait until after the meal,” he said, his voice hoarse, his warm breath brushing against my skin and sending a tickling sensation down my spine.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked, meeting his gaze. The passion in his eyes was unmistakable.
He pulled me from the chair, pinning me against the wall. His lips claimed mine, savoring them without giving me space to breathe. I adjusted myself, surrendering to the kiss as the heat of pleasure built inside me.
I ran my hands over his shirt and pulled it off, followed by his trousers.
His hard cock pointed straight at me.
He picked me up and placed me on the table, pulling off my dress. His hand slid into my panties and inside my juicy pussy.
He pulled his finger out and licked it off.
He pushed me forward and then slid his hard cock inside me. I gasped and let out a loud moan.
He thrust deeper, ensuring I took all of him. His cock was completely buried inside me, reaching my walls.
He continued thrusting, his pace increasing with every motion as his length extended inside me.
“Oh, Jonathan. Harder,” I screamed, taking in every thrust and the pleasure that accompanied them.
Jonathan stayed steady, listening to my body and giving it exactly what it needed.
“Dahlia, you're going to be mine and no one else’s. Say yes,” he commanded.
I didn’t respond with words, only moaning in sync with his rhythm.
“Say yes, Dahlia,” he said again, more demanding this time.
“Yes, yes, I’m yours,” I screamed, gasping for air.
“Good girl,” he said, increasing his pace.
He stopped, picked me up from the table, and carried me upstairs. We stumbled onto the bed, and I arched for him as he entered me from behind.
“Fuck,” I screamed, clutching the bedsheet tightly.
“Whose bitch are you? Say it,” he groaned.
“Yours, Jonathan,” I replied, overwhelmed by the sensations with each thrust.
I could feel he was close. His thrusts became harder, and his pace quickened.
“Dahlia, it’s coming. It’s on its way,” he groaned loudly.
My body responded instinctively, the building heat rushing through me. I dug my nails into the sheets and held on tightly.
“I can feel it. Don’t stop,” I moaned breathlessly.
Moments later, my release came in waves, overwhelming me with pleasure. His warm release followed, filling me completely as he groaned.
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e both collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and struggling to catch our breaths.