BETRAYAL GAME: HIS BOSS, MY OBSESSION

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orso gripping it while stroking his cock passionately. Lucas trailed kisses on my face, neck and myerected nipples. Lucas continues trailing hot kisses down my neck,breasts, belly and down to my sensitive spot leaving obvious hickeys. "Oh Lucas" I moaned loudly as I dug my nails into his shoulder leaving vivid marks but he didn't seem to care. He slid three fingers into my pussy, the pleasure shot through me like bolts of electricity but he didn't stop , his hands sliding in and out of me as I moaned my lungs out. Just as I was about to get to my climax, he pulled out and flipped me over slammed his hard, erect dick into me. Iscreamed as the pain shot through me but it seemed that Lucas wasn't hearing me as he even increased his pace but I quickly adjusted to his size, the pain getting replaced by pleasure as our bodies slammed against each other, I shook wildly as I reached my orgasm. Lucas held me tightly as he reached his climax and released his seed in me. We both collapsed on the bed exhausted by the steamy sex we just had. I didn't cry. Not when I pulled my dress over my head. Not when I slipped my heels back on and heard the soft exhale of Lucas asleep in his bed. Not even when I read Henry's text again... Miss you. Can't wait to wake up next to you tomorrow. Instead, I felt... nothing. Or maybe too much of everything at once. Shame, hunger, confusion, guilt, they all tangled inside me until I couldn't tell them apart anymore. Li

pen. A playlist hummed quietly in the background. Something gentle. Something safe. He looked peaceful. Like someone who'd never imagine his girlfriend had just come from another man's bed. I walked past him slowly, guilt clawing at my insides. But just as I reached the hallway- "Eva?" His voice startled me. I turned, heart skipping. "Hey... sorry. Didn't mean to wake you." He sat up, rubbing his eyes. "You're late." I faked a smile. "Naomi was going through something. Breakup. We talked for hours." His eyes searched mine. For a second, I thought he saw it. The lie. The truth. The war inside me. But then he just nodded. "You should've called. I was worried." I walked over and kissed his cheek. "I'm here now." "I missed you," he said, pulling me gently into his lap. And for a second-I let him hold me. Because part of me did miss this. The way he made me feel like I was the only thing that mattered. The way he loved me without questi