All Chapters of The Lost Heir: The Rise Of Ethan Walker : Chapter 161
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Wench in gears
He leaned in, and the kiss was everything she had feared and craved. It was beyond beautiful, tasting of salt, heat, and a decade of suppressed desire.It started slow, like a tentative meeting of lips, but quickly deepened into a hungry, frantic exchange. His tongue traced the seam of her mouth, and she opened up for him letting him in without reserve, a small moan escaping her. He backed her toward the massive, silk-draped bed, his hands roaming over her back, pulling her closer, as if he wanted to merge their very souls.They collapsed onto the mattress, the soundproof walls absorbing the rustle of fabric and the heavy, rhythmic sound of their breathing. In her mind, the clothes were gone all of a sudden, in a blur of discarded lace and cotton. She felt the weight of him over her, the incredible, solid strength of his chest pressing against her sensitive breasts.She imagined the friction of skin on skin, the way he would look down at her, his hair disheveled, his face tight wi
Lost in mind
The clock in Irene’s head jumped forward. In her thoughts, it was evening now. The villa was bathed in the amber glow of a setting sun and Irene was finally done with the rest of her tasks and was now in the suite, the door having been fixed. She felt a sense of urgency as she worked, with her heart pitter-pattering with the knowledge that the "safe" window that Ma’am Ava had given to her was closing, and it was closing fast.After working in the main bedroom space, she made her way into the massive, walk-in wardrobe of her master’s bedroom.The walk-in wardrobe was so large, it was enough to be called a room in and of itself, lined with cedar and leather. To drown out the oppressive, soundproof silence that made her own breathing sound too loud, Irene’s imaginary self managed to pull out noise-canceling headphones out of thin air. In a moment, a soft, melancholic instrumental track filled her ears, isolating her in a world of fine fabrics and expensive scents.Before long, she w
Dream man
Ethan gestured to her to take the novel from him, but when her hands touched the books, he suddenly decided that he wouldn’t let go of the book immediately. Instead, he used it to pull her a fraction of an inch closer. Irene’s breathing hitched in that moment, but he had somehow managed to pull her in with a kind of accuracy that made her feel like she had stumbled over herself trying to take the book from him.Or at least that was what she had convinced herself to believe in this fantastical world that she had created.Even when her logic was trying to let her know that it was virtually impossible for that to happen, for someone to pull you and then you feel like you tripped when you weren’t even moving or trying to move… It was just foolish, but she didn’t pay it any heed. After all, it was a fantasy, her fantasy.In her own world, anything and everything was possible, and she was not about to make the one thing that was bringing her closer to what she wanted get marked and tossed
Test of stamina
"I know because I’ve studied you," Ethan said in response to Irene’s question, his voice a soothing balm that managed to salvage the situation and returned the atmosphere back to one full of trust, hunger and lust.“I have studied you,” Ethan continued…"And I know you’re scared of being used. But look at me, Irene." He took her face in both hands, forcing her to see the sincerity in those ocean-blue eyes. "One thing you can always count on is that I will always love you, and I will never leave you. To me, you aren't a distraction. You’re the destination."The last of her fear dissolved and her defenses along with it. With that, she pulled him down, her legs wrapping around his waist as she opened herself to him completely. As he pushed forward, finally uniting them in the hushed, soundproofed sanctuary of the room, the world outside the villa ceased to exist. There was nothing else for the two of them, only the rhythm of their breathing, the friction of skin on skin, and the over
Quiet zone fetish
As the boys sputtered, trying to defend their honor, the conversation between the two women took a more intimate turn, moving past the teasing of the men and into their own personal preferences."Honestly though," Kara said, ignoring the guys for a moment as she spoke directly to Lorraine, "... if I had that soundproof room to myself for a night, I wouldn't want a gentleman. I want someone who understands the beauty of a good, hard 'over the desk' session.”“I’ve always had a thing for being restrained. There’s something about the loss of control that just... turns my brain off.""I can see that for you," Lorraine nodded, her expression becoming more serious as they talked shop. "For me, it’s all about the power play. I love the 'Teacher-Student' dynamic, or anything where I’m being told exactly what to do. The more specific the instructions, the better.”“I want to be a doll for someone, you know? Just a perfect, silent toy in a room where no one can hear me break.""Soundproofing
news feed
After shaking off the annoying memory of his house staff, and slightly considering whether or not to report what he had heard to Ava, so she could decide on how to proceed, Ethan stood before the bathroom mirror. The hum of his electric razor was the only sound breaking the perfect silence of the massive suite. He barely paid attention to his actions, but somehow he managed to move with so much care and precision it felt like he was actively thinking of every single action, but his mind was already miles away, trying to figure out the treacherous layout of the Nexus Air facility. Today was Saturday, but for a man trying to stop a multi trillion-dollar empire from hemorrhaging out, weekends were a luxury he couldn't afford. As he splashed cold water on his face, the stinging freshness brought back the heat of the previous night. He almost winced as the smell of ozone, the roar of the RPG, and the screech of tires on the Brighton Bridge hit his mind without apology. . He shook h
Blooming feelings
The only thing on his list that was not so tasking was the matter of Lydia, his supervisor at the facility. He had been watching her closely since the day her salary had gotten slashed, and he could tell that she was under a lot of stress, and he just couldn't leave her hanging. Notwithstanding the fact that she was a hard working man, and he hated the injustice that had affected her, there was also the fact that she had taken a massive risk for him, especially with the Human Resource Officer trying to find excuses to have him fired. She was risking her own place in the facility, promising the officer that he would succeed. He couldn’t stop thinking about that, that and the 'compensation' he’d promised needed to reach her without triggering any red flags with the banks or the people watching her. ‘Okay, I need to remind Ava about the Lydia payment’, he noted mentally. ‘Check if she’s found a way to make it look like a windfall or an old inheritance. It has to be clean.’ He che
We die eventually
"That’s good to hear," Ethan said, leaning against the doorframe. "Were you able to get the most recent drafts back?" There was a slight pause. "Most of them. Not all, though. The versions I recovered weren't the most updated ones either. I think I lost about a day’s worth of fine-tuning." "Hmm. It was probably a sync issue," Ethan noted, his mind automatically sliding into problem-solving mode. "If the most recent versions weren't saved to the cloud before the crash, the local cache probably reverted to the last verified backup.” “It’s a common fail-safe, even if it feels like a punch in the gut." Axel paused for a moment, obviously shocked by his exposure and understanding of these things. Most men as wealthy as him usually never knew about the intricacies of things like that. They just had people in charge of making sure issues were fixed. "Well, it’s a punch I can recover from," she said after a brief moment of silent reflection. As she spoke, Ethan could hear the subt
Mediocre exterior
Ava’s eyebrows shot up. "That’s a very fatalistic outlook. I thought you didn't believe in destiny." Ethan chuckled, a low, genuine sound that broke the tension. He stepped around her, heading toward the kitchen for a quick check of his watch. "I don’t. I’m just saying anything I can to get you off my back so I can get to the office." Ava followed him, a reluctant half-smile tugging at her mouth. "Typical. Using my own logic against me. Will you at least be having breakfast before you go out to meet your 'inevitable' end?" "No," Ethan replied, shaking his head as he adjusted his cuffs. "I'll grab something at the office later. I want to be there before the morning shift change." "Very well," she sighed, her tone shifting back to the professional efficiency he relied on. As they walked together toward the massive front doors, Ethan lowered his voice. "What about the Lydia situation? Is the payment ready?" Ava nodded, her expression becoming serious. "You don't need to
Bloodline Ghost
Ethan looked at the Mercedes again. It was a masterpiece, but it was a trap of a different kind, a social one. He couldn't go in looking like a king while he was supposed to be a ghost."I can't go with this car, Ava," he repeated, his mind already beginning to pivot“Let’s think of it, right? This is just supposed to be a temporary substitute to the other car, right?”“Yes, it is,” Ava nodded.“Once the other car is ready, you can return to using it.”Ethan laughed softly at her reply.“Please tell me that you are kidding right now,” he said, laughing softly. “I am not,” Ava shook her head.“You really do not see the problem with that plan?” Ethan raised a brow, still amused.“No, I don’t believe I do,” Ava shook her head.Ethan sighed, knowing she was just trying to frustrate him into staying back, but he was in the mood to play her game, so he chose to play along and explain.“Well, if this is a temporary solution, how am I supposed to explain that I got a vehicle like this?”“R