All Chapters of Steal My Heart, Mr Cole : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Laura Sterling “Fine… I’ll go with you,” I said quietly, lowering my eyes as I forced my voice to sound steady, even though my heart was still racing and my palms were damp with fear. Aaron didn’t respond immediately, and for a moment I felt his burning gaze on me, sharp and searching, like he was trying to peel back my thoughts and see the truth behind my sudden agreement. He seemed like the kind of man whose intentions you would never guess. “That was fast,” he finally said, his tone calm but laced with suspicion, as if he didn’t believe a single word I had just said. “I don’t have a choice, do I?” I replied softly, letting out a shaky breath as I looked away, pretending to be defeated while my fingers curled tightly against the armrest. “As long as I stay away from him, I’ll do whatever you want,” I added, my voice dropping lower at the end as if I had already given up on myself. That part wasn’t entirely a lie. Anything was better than going back to Derick. Aaron studi

Laura SterlingMy heart was still hammering against my ribs even though Aaron had finally set me back down into the wheelchair. My arms felt like jelly, trembling slightly as I gripped the armrests. Every breath I took came shallow and uneven, as if my lungs had forgotten how to work properly.“I hated this body. I hated how weak it had become.“ I thought.For many years of those little white pills Derick forced down my throat every single day. They had stolen everything ... my strength, my balance, my fire. Now even the simplest movements left me exhausted. My legs lay useless beneath the thin blanket, heavy and numb, like they belonged to someone else. Sometimes I wondered if they would ever wake up again.Aaron stood a few feet away, watching me with that unreadable expression of his.I kept my eyes lowered to my lap, too tired to hold his gaze for long. My cheeks still burned from the way he had carried me. From the way my body had reacted... that stupid flutter low in my bell

Laura Sterling“Stop… please…” I whispered brokenly, my voice barely carrying in the dark alley.The tallest goon laughed louder, his breath foul as he yanked me forward in the wheelchair. “Begging already? We haven’t even started.”One of them pulled out a small bottle from his pocket and forced it against my lips. “Drink this sexy potion... sweetheart. This will make you feel real good.”I tried to turn my head away, but my weak body betrayed me. The bitter liquid was poured down my throat. I choked and coughed, some of it spilling down my chin, but I swallowed most of it against my will. Within seconds, a strange heat began spreading through my veins.No… what did they give me?The world tilted even more violently. My skin started burning from the inside. A filthy, unwanted warmth pooled low in my belly. My breath quickened, coming out in short, desperate pants. My nipples hardened against the thin fabric of my nightdress, and a slick, shameful ache grew between my legs.I hated

Aaron ColeShe was tighter than I ever imagined. Yes, I had moments I thought about how she'd taste how she'd fit my huge cock. But I never crossed my boundaries.The moment I buried my cock to the hilt inside Laura’s pussy, a raw groan tore from my throat. Her walls clamped down around me like hot, wet velvet ..... slick, pulsing, and impossibly tight. The aphrodisiac had made her soaking wet, but beneath that artificial flood of arousal, I could still feel her natural heat gripping every inch of me.“Fuck… Laura,” I rasped, my voice thick with lust.Every time I thrust upward, her pussy fluttered and squeezed me greedily, sucking me deeper as if it never wanted to let go. She was burning from the inside ...scalding, silky, and so fucking responsive. Her inner muscles rippled around my shaft with every stroke, milking me, pulling me in further. The wet sounds of her juices coating my cock filled the back of the limo, mixing with her broken, desperate moans.I had never felt anyt

Laura SterlingWhy is Aaron so cold?The question kept echoing in my head as I stared at the closed door. He had listened to me cry while he kept his face straight like he's handling a business deal, held me gently when I fell, yet his face remained like stone. There was no warmth. No comfort. Just that empty, hard to read mask.A heavy sigh escaped my lips. I felt so drained .... physically, emotionally, everything. My body still ached from last night’s escape mistake, and my legs felt heavier than ever. With great effort, I pulled the blanket higher over my chest and tried to calm my racing thoughts.“Maybe I should have signed that contract. What choice do I have? I’m too weak to survive on my own right now.“Just as I closed my eyes, trying to rest, the landline phone on the bedside table suddenly rang, loud in the quiet room.I jumped slightly, my heart skipping a beat. Who could be calling? Aaron? Or… someone else?Curiosity mixed with nervousness made me reach for the phon