تسجيل الدخولIRIS "Strip. Get naked for daddy. I want to watch you be my bad girl," Eli’s deep voice sliced through the silence of the study. "Gladly, Daddy," I purred, my voice coming out like a tiny whimper. My heart thudded violently inside me as I looked into his dark, storm-filled eyes. There was no room for argument, no space to run. The wooden door was locked, and the room was filled with the thick, suffocating warmth of his presence. A sweet, shameful heat pooled deep in my stomach, making my knees tremble. I wanted this. I was addicted to the way he make me feel, the way he stripped away my innocent mind, bringng out of the desperate, hungry girl underneath. With trembling fingers, I reached for the buttons of my uniform. I unbuttoned the front piece by piece, my hands shaking so hard I could barely work the cloth. I unpinned my white apron and let it drop to the floor. Next came the blue fabric of my dress, sliding off my shoulders and pooling around my ankles. Finally, I unhooke
IRISThe air in Liam’s private study was warm, but my skin felt ice-cold from anxiety. I sat at his wooden desk, my hand cramped around the pen, trying desperately to recall every complex medical term, every drug interaction, and every precise dosage. Liam stood right beside my chair, leaning over slightly, watching my every movement like a hawk.He didn't lay a single finger on me tonight. He didn't touch my waist or brush my hair. But his intense, sharp blue eyes never left my pale face, and that felt even more overwhelming. He used his knowledge of human anatomy to play with my head, turning my own nervous body against me."Your pulse just spiked, Iris," Liam murmured softly, his voice low and calm as he pointed at the paper. "Your breathing stuttered when you read question fourteen. Why? Is it the cardiac medications? Or are you afraid you're going to fail?""I... I know the answer, Master Liam," I stammered, my throat dry as I forced my shaking hand to write out the long Latin te
ELIMateo came over to the mansion for an unexpected evening meeting regarding our business investments. But the moment he stepped into my private study, I knew he wasn't just here for business. Mateo was too sharp, too observant, and far too bored for his own good.He leaned against the wooden desk, swirling the golden liquor in his crystal glass. His bright, dangerous eyes scanned the dimly lit room before landing squarely on my face."You look tense, old friend," Mateo said, a wicked, knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Still dealing with that internal fire you can't seem to put out?"I sat back in my high leather chair, my expression a wall of stone. "We have six offshore accounts to review, Mateo. Keep your focus on the numbers.""Oh, I'm focused," Mateo laughed softly, taking a slow sip of his whiskey. "I'm just noticing things. The whole mansion feels packed with a strange, hidden electricity tonight. It's thick enough to choke on." He leaned forward, his voice dropping into a
IRISI swallowed, lose of words. My brains scrabbled around to say something just to ease the suspicion and tension. I force a smile, reaching for the sponge in the sink. Cold water splashed over my wrists, but my body was still burning inside. Agatha stood right beside me at the metal counter, her shadow falling over my shoulder as I scrubbed the grease off the morning pans. Her sharp eyes were glued to the side of my face, watching every tiny twitch of my skin, waiting for me to break.I took a deep, shaky breath and pulled on my church-bred, timid exterior like a shield. I made my shoulders drop, lowered my chin, and let fresh tears fill my eyes, turning my fear into helpless weakness."I'm sorry, Agatha," I whimpered, my voice trembling perfectly as I squeezed the wet sponge in my hands. "I know I look terrible. I'm just... I'm so scared."Agatha crossed her thick arms, her jaw set tight. "Scared of what, girl? You've been jumpy as a cat all morning.""I've been staying up late s
IRISThe silver coffee pot trembled against the porcelain rim of Eli’s cup as I stood between father and son at the dining table, serving their morning meal.My whole body was aching. Every muscle in my legs felt sore and tired from the confrontation at the bottom of the grand staircase just an hour ago. My skin still felt hot where Eli’s large hands had marked me, and the secret, shameful ache deep between my thighs was a reminder of how he had fingered me in the dark shadows.Breakfast in the Hawthorne estate was always a tension field, but today the air in the dining room felt suffocating.Eli sat at the head of the long table, radiating an oppressive silence that kept everyone on edge. He wore a crisp dark suit, his broad shoulders broad and still. He didn't say a single word as I tipped the silver pot over his cup, but I could feel his dark eyes tracking every tiny move of my hands. My breath hitched in my throat. I kept my gaze glued strictly to the white tablecloth, terrified t
IRISThe rustle of fabric echoed in my ears as I dived behind the curtain drapes of the dining hall.My heart was racing, threatening to burst out of my body. Just seconds before, as the loud clicking of heels echoed from the top floor, Eli had moved with speed. Realizing discovery meant ruin for both of us, he had grabbed my waist and shoved me into the deep shadows of the recessed dining doorway. I pulled the thick, cold drapes around my small frame, tucking myself out of sight.Standing in the pitch-black space behind the curtains, I shook uncontrollably. My hands were trembling so badly I could barely fix my uniform. I smoothed down my skirt with quick hands, pulling down my apron to cover the mess of my clothes. The sweet scent of Eli's body and my own shameful release still hung heavily in the air around me. I pressed my palm over my mouth, terrified that the sound of my ragged breathing would give me away.Outside the curtain, Eli remained perfectly composed. I heard his slow f
IRISA loud, aggressive banging on the door jarred me out of sleep. I groaned, dragging myself up to sit as Agatha’s sharp voice cut straight through the wood."Get up! Come out here right now, Iris!"My mind scrambled for a second before reality hit me. I wasn't at the orphanage anymore. I jumped
IRISThe engine roared, cutting off whatever sound I thought I heard behind me. I watched the car speed down the driveway and turn onto the private narrow road.My heart sank. Eli was gone, and I hadn't even got to look at his face.What is wrong with you? I mentally scolded myself, my face heating
ELII swore under my breath as the new girl practically fled the dining room. I had to shift my weight in my chair, trying to adjust myself for the second time that morning without my mother or wife noticing. It was pathetic. I was Eli Hawthorne. I didn't get flustered, and I certainly didn't lose
IRISI try so hard to blink my facial features to normal as an elegant woman walked into the parlor. She wore a tailored, expensive emerald dress that hugged her curves perfectly, her diamond jewelry catching the light. Her beautiful face twisted into immediate disgust the moment her eyes landed on




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