2026-04-24 11:46:35“No, so sensitive…” she tried pulling off, but I yanked her back down. She cummed twice more before she finally slid down my body, grabbed the key, and unlocked me with shaky hands.
The second the cage came off, my cock sprang free, harder than steel, veins pulsing. Lena’s eyes widened. “There he is.” Something snapped inside me. I flipped her onto her back so fast she yelped. “My turn, you little freak.” I slammed into her in one brutal thrust, burying every inch in her tight, dripping heat. Lena screamed, back arching off the bed. “Fuuuuck… Ace!” “That’s right,” I growled, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand, and the other wrapping around her throat. “This is the man you knew. Remember?” I fucked her like an animal, that made the bed slam against the wall. Our sweaty skin slapped against each other and squelchy sounds filled the room. Her tits bounced with every thrust, catching my attention. I leaned down and bit her nipple hard enough to make her cry out. “Yes… yes… harder… fuck me like you hate me… oh my god… ” I pounded her relentlessly, making sure I scrubbed my cock against that spot inside her that made her walls flutter and clench. “You wanted this, didn’t you?” I snarled, wrapping my hands around her neck tightly. “Sending all that shit, teasing me, locking my cock up like a dirty slut. Now take it. Take every fucking inch.” She had always liked my dirty talk unlike Clara who'd ask me to shut the fuck up. But here, Lena was getting undone by my cock. She was sobbing with delight, taking her sharp nails down my back, and wrapping her legs around me like a vice. “This is the man I knew… fuck… Ace… don’t stop… I’m gonna… oh shit… I’m cumming…!” Her pussy spasmed around me, squirting around my cock as she screamed my name. Tears streamed down her cheeks as her face twisted in ecstasy. I didn’t stop. I flipped her onto all fours, yanked her hips back, and drove in even deeper. One hand fisted her hair, the other slapped her ass hard enough to leave marks. “Again,” I ordered. “Cum on my cock again. Show me how much you missed this.” She did. Over and over. I fucked her through three more orgasms, and her voice went hoarse from screaming. By the time I felt my own release coming, the sheets were soaked, and my balls were drenched in her cum. I pulled her up against my chest, one arm holding her waist up, the other rubbing her clit furiously. “Tell me who owns this pussy now,” I growled in her ear. “You… fuck… it’s yours… Ace… please…cum inside me—” “Fuck!” I roared as I exploded, pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum deep into her clenching cunt. Lena screamed again as another sensitive orgasm ripped through her. Her whole body shook convulsively. We collapsed together, panting, sweaty, trembling. I stayed inside her, softening slowly. Suddenly my phone beeped frantically. I already knew who it was before I even looked at the screen. Clara. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I felt it in my throat. Lena stirred against me, still catching her breath with her hair damp and tangled across the pillow. I untangled myself from her carefully, sliding out of bed and grabbing my phone off the floor. Clara's name sat there on the screen, glowing. I cleared my throat and swiped the answer button. "Hey." My voice came out stronger than I expected. "Where are you?" Clara's voice was sleepy but sharp underneath it, the kind of alert that meant she hadn't fully been asleep to begin with. Has she been monitoring me? Shit. I heard her moving around. "I came into the room to ask you something," she said. "And you weren't there. I checked the whole house, Ace. Where are you?" Behind me, I could hear the shower turning on. Lena. "I went out to get milk," I said, keeping my voice flat and even. I shouldn't give anything away for now. "And why are you so bothered? I don't owe you an explanation for every move I make, Clara. You never answer to me." She was quiet for a second. "Really." Her voice dropped into that calm tone she used right before she said something cruel. "Because last time I checked, this is my house. And unless you've suddenly found yourself a roof over your head—" she paused, "—I want you to video call me right now and show me you're standing in a convenience store." My stomach dropped clean out of me. "Clara—" "Now, Ace." Panic hit me like cold water. I was already moving, grabbing my trousers off the floor, yanking them on with one hand while I pulled up G****e Maps on the other with fingers fumbling, searching… nearest convenience store, nearest convenience store… There was one four minutes away. Four minutes was nothing if I ran. I was grabbing my shirt, my shoes, scanning the floor for my hoodie when the bathroom door opened and Lena walked out with a towel wrapped around her, patting her hair dry, completely unbothered. I didn't even know when she got up from the bed. God, she was so damn quiet. She looked at me… at the phone in my hand and the full panic written across my face, and one corner of her mouth lifted. I pointed at her to shut the fuck up. But she pressed her lips together to keep from laughing. I mouthed do not make a sound and slipped out the front door before Clara could ask again. ________________________________ Lena's POV: I listened to the front door click shut behind him and I stood there for a moment, towel in hand, smile fading slowly. I'd been monitoring Ace for a while now. Since before he even knew I was back. Six months I was flat on my back in a hospital bed, fighting to stay in a body that kept trying to give up on me.
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Ace’s POVThe investigator called while I was still sitting in the car outside the office.“Just say it,” I told him.“I’ve got more than those medical results now.” He sounded careful. “Two things. First one is that Clara went to a cash clinic about eight weeks ago under a slightly different name. It wasn’t a normal pregnancy visit.”“Well I’ll be dammed.”“It was a consult about faking early signs and controlling the story. The person who told me won’t go public for obvious reasons, but the timing matches when she started pushing the pregnancy hard.”My hand tightened on the steering wheel. “And the second?”“Messages but they were not signed with her name, but tied to a phone from her office. Talk about keeping the timeline useful and not letting you force her into real proof.”“Why am I not even surprised?”“Hold up, It’s not a full confession. But it sure as hell doesn’t sound like an innocent woman.”“So I’ve got enough to face her with.”“Enough to stop being gentle but not eno
Chapter 151
Lena’s POVThe window I had was only going to be open for ninety minutes.Karl had a meeting across the city, this was one of those rare times his schedule created distance without his ever watchful eyes on me. Natasha had marked the block two days ago and said, if you’re going to test anything, test it then. Not the full exit, just one piece and one route. I left the apartment with a grocery bag and the appearance of a woman running ordinary errands. At the market I bought items I did not need, then walked out through the side street instead of the front. The plan was simple, or close to it; No taxi from the nearest corner, two blocks down. A bus, not an app car. Then a transfer line we had chosen because the cameras were older and the crowd was thicker at this hour.My secondary phone stayed off in the bottom of the bag.The first stop was a short-term room above a laundry, paid in cash to avoid anyone tracing it. Natasha had refused to let me near it during setup. Today was th
Chapter 150
Clara’s POVMy father asked me to come to the house in the afternoon, which should have been ordinary but instead felt like being summoned to a verdict.He received me in the study with the door half open and his glasses already in his hand. Marcus, mercifully, was not there. His absence did not feel like relief, on the contrary, It felt like the damage had already been done thoroughly enough that he no longer needed to be present for whatever happens next.“Sit down, Clara.”I sat. “If this is about the panel clip, I already know what you’re going to say.”“It’s not only about the panel my child.” He set the glasses on the desk. “It’s about the calls you’re making Clara, the way every adjustment looks, from the outside, like a fight for survival rather than a demonstration of readiness.”My mouth went dry. “I am fighting for survival?! Is that your personal opinion or another one of Marcus’s words that has managed to get to you.”“Enough.” The word was quiet and absolute. “I am not
Chapter 149
Marcus’s POVThe morning panel had been billed as a modest industry breakfast on succession continuity in family-held enterprises. I accepted the invitation for the obvious reason: the room would contain exactly the kind of people who preferred their concerns confirmed by someone calm enough to make those concerns sound responsible.I arrived early, jacket unbuttoned, no entourage, and spent the first ten minutes greeting people by name. Helen Cho found me near the coffee.“Marcus. I thought you might be here.”“Helen.” I smiled. “I heard the youth program closed its funding round. Congratulations.”She looked pleased, then serious. “It’s a difficult climate for long-term commitments. People want competence, but they also want emotional stability, and you know that one without the other makes donors nervous.”“That’s true in more than philanthropy,” I said. I let the observation remain general. “Institutions feel safest when the person at the front doesn’t require constant temperatu
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Karl’s POVThe report on Sinclair was neat, thorough, and useless in the way that only competent failure could be.I finished reading it in the upper room above the warehouse and set the pages aside. Rafael stood on the other side of the table with the kind of stillness my people learned early.“He absorbed the perimeter action,” I said.“Yes.” Rafael didn’t dress it up. “Security tightened within hours. Vendor routes were rewritten before end of day. No public noise. No visible panic. He treated it like weather and kept moving.”I stared at the closed folder. “I didn’t authorize weather. I authorized a reminder.”“He received the reminder. He just didn’t break pattern.”That was the problem. Most men, once reached, started spending themselves on the reach. They became reactive, noisy, easier to predict. Sinclair kept converting pressure into schedule changes and harder edges. Adaptation without the courtesy of fear.“Say the rest,” I told Rafael.He nodded once. “Jonathan made conta
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Tamara’s POVJohnson closed the apartment door behind him like a man finishing a sentence he had been writing for weeks.No overnight bag this time. No soft promise about a few days and a clearer head. Just him, standing in the entryway with his hands empty and his face already halfway gone from the life we had built around other people’s emergencies.“You’re doing it,” I said.“Yes.”I stayed by the kitchen counter because moving closer would have turned the moment into a scene, and I was so tired of scenes. “Say the full version. Don’t leave me to translate.”Johnson nodded once. “I’m out of the Clara work. Officially. No more strategy calls. No more shared files. No more being the second mind in a crisis that never ends. I’m distancing from the operation and from the version of us that only functions when she’s sinking.”The words were clean. That made them worse.“And what am I supposed to do with that?” I asked. “Clap? Wish you well? Pretend this isn’t you handing me the whole bl
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