Chapter 4 -I Need To Leave

• “W—W—what are you doing?” I breathed out, my heart racing as his hand slid down my shoulders, tracing a path to my left breast.
• He squeezed it gently, and a gasp escaped my lips, my legs instinctively pressed tightly together, unable to contain my urge—my desire to get fucked by him.
• I craved him—every part of me screamed for him to take me, to fulfill this aching need.
• “Shhhhh,” he murmured, his voice low and intoxicating.
• His fingers slipped lower, teasing my clit through the fabric of my panties, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through my body.
• “Shit,” I cursed, tilting my head back and parting my legs wider.
• He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered, “I know you want this—I know you want me.”
• “Yes, please,” I whispered softly—almost desperately, my breath hitching as I fought against the overwhelming pleasure coursing through me.
• With a swift motion, he shifted my panties aside, his fingers sliding inside me.
• The moment he began to thrust in and out, my body trembled, each movement igniting a fire within me.
• “Arghhh, yes,” I moaned, biting my bottom lip, struggling to contain the scream threatening to escape my mouth.
• “Say it,” he commanded, his tone low and rough.
• “Daddy,” I whispered, gripping the sheets as his fingers quickened their pace, plunging in and out of my wet, juicy core.
• “Again!” he asserted, his tone rougher this time.
• “Daddy!” I exclaimed, not caring if someone could hear me.
• “Good girl,” he replied, his voice low and so sexy it sent shivers down my spine.
• But then, just like that, he stopped.
• I frowned, momentarily confused as I watched him pull his fingers away, leaving me breathless and wanting more. And then he turned to leave.
• Dazed, I stared, dumbfounded, watching him walk out of my room, leaving me wondering to myself: Why would he abandon me like that?
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• The next morning, we gathered around the breakfast table.
• My mother, Mr. Thorian, Mrs. Evelyn, and I sat together, but Jullian was nowhere to be found.
• “Where’s Jullian? Isn’t he coming down for breakfast?” I asked, trying to mask the anxiety tightening in my chest as I scooped caviar onto my plate, glancing at Mr. Thorian.
• I knew I shouldn’t have asked; it might raise suspicions. But last night’s encounter haunted me throughout the night, and I needed answers.
• “Oh, he isn’t home. He went for an urgent business meeting; he’ll be back in a few hours,” Mr. Thorian said, his tone casual, but I felt a pang of disappointment.
• “Jullian loves to work like his father. Unlike Thorian, he stays home most of the time and only visits his company occasionally,” Mrs. Evelyn added with a teasing laugh, and we all chuckled lightly, but the laughter felt hollow.
• “Mum, you can’t say it like that. It makes it sound like I’m lazy. I have employees who work for me; I don’t need to be there all the time,” Mr. Thorian retorted, a hint of anger creeping into his voice. He was clearly annoyed by his mother’s words, especially because my mother was present.
• Suddenly, the entrance door to the dining area swung open, and a tall, curvy lady with flowing blonde hair stepped in. She exuded not only a sense of wealth but also ethereal beauty and power.
• She wore a red dress that clung to her curves in all the right places, and her black Birkin bag was an unmistakable mark of luxury. She was breathtaking.
• “Hi Mum!” she beamed, striding toward our table. I frowned, confused. I had no idea Mrs. Evelyn had a daughter.
• “Elena, you’re back,” Mrs. Evelyn said, clearly amused by the beautiful lady’s presence.
• “Everyone, this is Elena, Jullian’s girlfriend. Soon to be fiancée, I should say,” Mrs. Evelyn announced, and my heart dropped. My food suddenly felt like a lump in my throat, choking me for the second time.
• “Lyra, here, drink some water,” my mother urged, pushing a glass toward me, but I pushed it away. Water couldn’t quench the humiliation and anger bubbling inside me.
• The realization hit me like a hard punch to the gut as last night slowly began to make sense.
• I was right—a man like Jullian could never be single, let alone fancy someone like me.
• So last night was a joke to him? He was truly teasing me—he was fooling me, and I fell so hard for it.
• Gosh, I feel so stupid.
• “Mum, please!” the stupid blonde laughed, a blush creeping across her cheeks at her soon-to-be mother-in-law’s words.
• Fueled by anger and shame, I quickly got up from my chair, my heart pounding in my chest as I rushed out of the dining room, desperate to escape the suffocating embarrassment. I couldn’t bear to face them any longer.
• I needed to leave!