Mag-log in“Ah.” Cinthye groaned as soon as they get inside the suite. His fingers grasp the hem of her dress and tore it to pieces, digging between her thighs. Firmly holding it.
“Spread your leg for me, woman.” His deep baritone voice turned her on. She didn’t even made any effort to resist. His blue eyes stared at her, observing every expression on her face. He played the thin lace covering her vulva, his fingers sliding through. Her scent filled the room. “Have you ever masturbated before?”
Cinthye responded with a smile. The truth was she doesn’t even have any idea how to actually do it like in practical application. Call her naïve but she only read this in her scripts and in books. Of course, she will keep if to herself. I mean who would want an inexperienced woman especially a bachelor like him.
“Such a shame, it would be wonderful to see those little fingers poking your insides. But for now let’s get to action.” He captured her lips, guiding the tempo of sensuality in their kiss. His finger teasing her entrance, sliding on the lips of her core. His breath hitting the sensitive skin.
Tracing it carefully, the sudden attack of his finger made her tremble on the sheets. His middle finger digging on her feminine walls, deep almost flat against her cervix. Cinthye felt every stretch, arching her back as he poked on the bundle of nerves inside her. Something warm and wet planting kisses on her.
“Relax, woman. I’m just starting.” He purred, nibbling her vulva. Tongue probing on her urethra down to the lips of her inside, moving deeper. Curling his long fingers. Precum coating him, he licked it painfully slow.
“Just hurry up!” Cinthye protested. Wet sounds and her muffled voice echoed across the suite. Her head spinning from the sensations overwhelming her consciousness.
“Demanding.” He suckled her down there, taking advantage of her weakness. He didn’t waste time, massaging every crevice and corner.
“Faster.” She grinds her hips but he anchored her flat on the sheets. Her lower belly was on fire, burning and ready to erupt at any moment.
He put her on his lap exactly on the spot of his manhood, she almost gawked when she saw something pink waving at her from his pants.
“Better?” He muttered on her breast. His blue eyes piercing through his lashes, burying his face on her cleavage as if memorizing her scent.
“Please, don’t tell me it is what I think it is.” Cinthye replied, silently pouting her lips to point his very alive best friend wiggling to say hi to her.
An amused throaty laugh escaped from him, stretching his lips into a sly smirk. Rubbing himself more until something wet sticking on her tummy.
“What the heck?!” Cinthye almost jumped off, crimson painted her cheeks. She glared at him.
“My innocent woman.” He smiled at her, thrusting his fingers deep until she could see fireworks before her eyes. Cinthye closed her eyes shut, mouth formed a big o. Arching back into his body.
“Ugh.” With a loud moan, Cinthye gave into the pleasure. Painting his fingers and lap with her love fluids. Her knees turning into jelly, she held onto his chest.
His lips planting kisses on her neck.
“Good girl.” He spread her wetness, putting a little distance between them. Bringing it into his mouth, licking it. “Delicious.” He commented, his eyes not leaving hers. He teased her clit.
“Wait.” She tried to stop him. He was insatiable, her knuckles turned white. She had never felt this in her whole life. He stared at her crevice and whistled.
“Bare? I thought you have a little forest here.” He winked at her.
Cinthye glared at him and pulled his hair.
“Excuse me?”
He laughed.
“You’re not excused, woman. Not until I’m done with you.”
He took his pants off, including the his briefs. Her accusations was right! It was his manhood, long, thick and colored in beautiful pink color. His choke it with his wet hand,moving it up and down. Cinthye’s eyes almost bulge out. She knew he was big in physique but she did not expected this man to be this well endowed in this department. This was not a mere exaggeration, his thing was literally bigger than her arm.
The stiffness was enough evidence that it was indeed true, it’s moist head pointing directly to her.
The annoying man just laughed at her.
“Is that even possible?”
“You’re cute when you get scared.”
“Scared is an understatement. It cannot simply fit. It’s too big.” She laid her arm next to it and only yo withdraw it as quickly as she could when it twitches in my touch.
“It doesn’t bite…unless you want it to.”
“Shut up sperm.”
“No can do little egg. This sperm will pierce you open.” He began to rub it on her belly. Cinthye couldn’t help but crawl away. Before she could use her chance to get away he captured her.
“That’s not true. It’s gonna rip.” She covered her little hole.
“Ill be gentle.”
“SCAM!” She retorted.
“Are you surprised?”
“I’m horrified!”
“But you did this, you have to take accountability to appease him.”
Cinthye wrapped herself in the blanket. “Na-ah, no entry.”
“We can try?”
His hand slipped inside the blanket…. Wait!!! It’s not a hand, something big began sliding on the lips of her crevice.
“Uh! You monster.” He caught her in an embrace, slightly moving. Cinthye could feel every inch going inside, his breath heavier by the second he push.
“Sorry not sorry, woman.”
“You could have at least cut off a little bit so it can fit.” She scratched his back, scraping the skin bare.
“You’re so tight. You’ll love it later.”
“Is it halfway?”
He peeked between them and smiled. Why does she have a bad feeling about this jerk?
“Almost there.” He rubbed the back of her head gently as if to console her. He pushed more, she bit her lips hard. Tears streaming down her face, slowing him a little.
“Liar.” She slapped his chest.
“Breathe in, we can stop—”
Cinthye grabbed his hair.
“Don’t you dare pull out. Make use of your friend and do it already. Don’t let my tears go to waste.”
“But—”
“You do it or I will.” That was not a question, she climbed on top of him properly and sat on him. That’s when she realized she did something wrong. Something absolutely wrong! A sharp pain pierce through her body, it took a long way for it to reach the base. Warm blood flood down her, coating his length down to his balls. Her body shook, she came hard.
For the first time all day Cinthye laughed. A real laugh. Damien stared at her and did the same thing. His laugh was rare and beautiful. The tension broke. Just a little. Nicholas burst through the archive doors out of breath and covered in dust which was becoming concerningly normal. "What now?" The tracker looked pale.Nicholas held up a folder, a newly discovered file.One hidden beneath the adoption records. One nobody had ever seen before. His voice shook. "We found the final report.""What report?" Cinthye asks. Nicholas slowly opened the file and turned it toward them. At the top sat a photograph a photograph of Alejandro Cator standing beside another man.A man everyone recognized instantly, Sergei Volkov. Young and smiling at the camera. Brothers hand written beneath the image were four words that changed everything.PROJECT PHOENIX: SUCCESSFUL SUBJECTSStanding side by side. Not enemies. Not rivals but a family.Damien slowly took the file.His eyes scanned the first page a
The strategy meeting lasted until dawn every member of the crew attended including the accountant who still looked confused about his life choices. It's ok bro you're not alone even Cinthye doesn't know where this is all going but all she does is trust the process. The Shadow Matriarch pointed toward a photograph in a luxury resort located in a private island heavily guarded and impossible to infiltrate. "The target?"Nicholas nodded. "Volkov financial archives.""Why there?" Cinthye asks. It's not like it's bad to ask and it's free so might as well do it rather than letting herself remain oblivious. The tracker slid another file across the table. "Because Sergei keeps records."Damien's eyes narrowed. "Everything?""Yes, everything." Nicholas added in confirmation "We're going." The answer came immediately from Cinthye.Damien closed his eyes already exhausted. "We?""Yes, why did you think I'll sit down and relax while you risk your lives for the documents that contains the secre
Security doors slammed shut the entire facility entered lockdown. Cinthye closed her eyes. Why had she expected anything else? The accountant looked horrified. "What happened?!"Her communicator crackled. Nicholas's voice exploded through the speaker. "IT'S A TRAP!"Well, there it was. The daily disaster right on schedule. Great!Security forces flooded the corridors boots thundered everywhere weapons appeared everywhere. Orders echoed the facility transformed into a battlefield.Cinthye grabbed the accountant. "Move.""What about subtlety?""Subtlety died.""Fair."They ran until theyr reached emergency stairwell. Heavily guarded area the entire building seemed determined to ruin her day. A familiar voice echoed through the speakers the entire facility froze including her. Because she knew that voice. "Havana."The speaker crackled again. "Hello, sister." The words hit like a bullet. Not because they were unexpected. Because they still hurt. Everything she had with them. with her ado
The first gunshot shattered the darkness, followed by a series of explosions. Screams erupted throughout the ballroom, guests scattered on each pillars where tables overturned and glass shards prickle the floor.The party instantly transformed into a battlefield."DOWN!" Damien's hand reached for Cinthye, dragging her behind a marble pillar. Bullets tore through the room. A chandelier crashed from the ceiling.Aiva immediately returned fire."Left entrance!"Nicholas fired. "Three hostiles!"Romnick ducked behind a couch. "I WOULD LIKE TO RESIGN!""No!""UNDERSTANDABLE!"Cinthye could not help herself but roll her eyes, her hand holding her own gun beneath the excess fabric of her clothes. The attackers moved with military precision.Black uniforms with masks and familiar looking insignias. The same insignia they had seen before a broken crown. The Black Crown. Cinthye's pulse accelerated. "They found us."Damien's expression turned lethal. "No."The answer came instantly. "They followe
We have your mother.The words refused to make sense, Cinthye read them again. It felt absolutely wrong. Captured? The Shadow Matriarch? The woman who survived assassinations, coups, betrayals, and wars? No, this had to be a trap. Part of their games. Absolutely unbelievable. "This is fake." Her voice states, Cinthye looked up. Damien's silence terrified her because Damien never panicked.Never, yet now—his jaw was clenched. His eyes were dark and somehow that was worse. Nicholas arrived first. "What happened?"Damien handed him the letter the tracker's face immediately drained of color. He had to ask, he had to make sure. "Is it real?"Which meant yes or probably much worse."Talk." Aurelio appeared beside them. The old man's expression grew grim after reading the note."It's her handwriting." Cinthye grabbed the paper again, inspecting the paper, the penmanship. It had to be false. She lost her once and now...? "What?" Aurelio pointed toward the signature."That's her code." "She
Cinthye climbed the final staircase and emerged onto the main courtyard. Her chest heaving yet she kept going she had to do this. This is the only way, her desperation was stronger than her fears. The sanctuary was engulfed by the flames. Part of the western wall had collapsed. Smoke rised tainting the sky. Bodies littered the ground. Warriors she had trained with, people she had laughed with and the people who had welcomed her home. Vanished in a blink of an eye. A knot formed in her throat, her hazel eyes watering up. Her hands shaking, No. Not her home. Not again. She was tired of losing homes, tired of losing people. Tired of burying the dead. Adrenaline and determination crept in her veins. Damien appeared beside her, his expression hardened immediately."Don't." His baritone voice firm as if to anchor her to the present...to him. She blinked."What?" Cinthye gave him a puzzled look. "Don't blame yourself." His hand reaching and taking her hand into his warm grasp. The words h







