FLORA'S POV
My breath quickened, and for a moment, Jonathan stopped, his eyes locking onto mine. It was as though he was searching for answers. His gaze was firm, almost a silent warning not to even think of escaping. But there was something else—he was looking for a hint of vulnerability on my face.
A cold shiver ran down my spine as I stared back at him. I tried to call his name, but the gag silenced me. He seemed to enjoy watching me struggle, savoring every moment.
Finally, he pulled the gag from my mouth, and I let out a sharp sigh. But before I could relax, his lips crashed onto mine in a deep, commanding kiss that left me breathless. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Jonathan’s hand moved slowly down my body. He reached between my legs and pulled out the kegel balls. A desperate gasp escaped my lips—I felt empty, a sudden ache for something more. My body begged for penetration, but Jonathan ignored my silent pleas. Instead, he deepened the kiss, his touch igniting a wave of sensations that rippled through me.
He stopped, unchaining my hands and legs. As I collapsed against his chest, he scooped me up and carried me to the bed. Gently, he laid me down, face-first, arching my body into his favorite position. I gripped the bedsheets tightly, anticipation swirling inside me.
Without warning, I felt the hard thrust of his cock filling me. My eyes closed as I surrendered to the pleasure.
“Jonathan, keep going!” I cried out as his steady rhythm sent shivers through me.
“Say my name,” he commanded, his voice deep and hoarse.
“Jo... Jonathan,” I moaned, obeying.
“Louder,” he growled, gripping my hair from behind as his pace quickened.
“Jonathan!” I screamed, my voice trembling with desire.
Each thrust was precise, consistent, and overwhelming. Goosebumps covered my body as the pressure built within me. I felt my release approaching but tried to hold back—I wasn’t ready yet.
Jonathan didn’t stop. He flipped me over, pinning me beneath him. Our eyes locked as he leaned down, kissing me deeply. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, trapping him against me. His mouth trailed down to my breasts, teasing and nibbling, before moving lower.
When his lips found my clit, I let out a soft moan, gripping his head and pressing him closer. His tongue worked its magic, and I felt myself unraveling under his touch.
“Oh, Jonathan, I’m coming,” I gasped, the climax building too fast for me to control.
But then he stopped.
I stared at him, confused, as his expression darkened, mirroring the same intense look he had when we first entered the house. Before I could protest, he thrust himself into me again, harder this time. My walls clenched around him, each thrust pulling me closer to the edge.
“Dahlia, darling,” he groaned as his release spilled into me.
He didn’t stop until my own orgasm crashed over me, leaving me trembling in his arms. Finally, we collapsed onto the bed, both struggling to catch our breath.
Exhaustion washed over me as I glanced at the luxurious clock on the wall. The soft ticking reminded me it was past 3 a.m.
I shifted on the bed, allowing sleep to claim me.
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The room was empty, except for Jonathan, who stood silently before Lucian, unable to say a word. My eyes pleaded with Lucian, begging for mercy, but his expression was cold, unyielding.
“I didn’t kill your son!” I protested, but my words fell on deaf ears.
Lucian’s men grabbed me, dragging me into a dark, empty room. The silence was deafening, broken only by my desperate screams for help. Not even Jonathan could save me now.
After what felt like hours, the door creaked open. Jonathan stepped in, his face shadowed with guilt.
“I’m sorry, Dahlia. I couldn’t stop him,” he said, his voice soft. “But we need to tell Lucian the truth. It’s the only way to set you free.”
Tears streamed down my face. “No, we can’t! If he finds out you killed his son, he’ll take your life. I won’t let that happen.”
“Dahlia, you need to think about yourself. Everyone believes you’re a murderer. Clearing your name is the only way to escape this nightmare. Once Lucian knows the truth, you’ll belong to him, and no one will dare harm you. And when the time is right, you can flee far away.”
His words cut deep, but I couldn’t let him do it. “Jonathan, please don’t say anything. We’ll find another way.”
He hesitated but eventually left the room. The silence returned, suffocating me. Alone, I relived every moment in my mind, searching for a solution.
The door creaked open again. This time, it was Lucian.
He walked in, flipping on the light. The sudden brightness stung my eyes, forcing me to squint.
“Dahlia,” he said, his voice low and menacing. He approached, cupping my face in his hands.
“I know you didn’t kill my son. But disobedience has its price.”
His alcohol-laced breath brushed against my skin as he leaned closer, a dangerous smile curling on his lips.
“I've settled Trina, and now you have to pay me back, won't you Dahlia?”
His words shot at me like arrows. How did he know about my business with Trina?
He must have gone wild looking for me, I thought to myself.
“ What are you up to?” I asked with all the courage I could mutter.
“Well that's easy, I'll free you from your troubles and all you have to do is be mine. Isn't that fair enough?” He asked, his face not releasing the grin.
I feared for what worst he could do to me. I know I am at his mercy, at the moment.
Nobody dares the Mafia lord, but I just did. I tried to escape and here I am back at his place.
But
how did he find me? I wondered.
“Dahlia, say you are mine.” He growled.