Mature content: rated 18+
A luxurious penthouse was filled with the sounds of passion as Jack unleashed his fury on the blonde lady beneath him. Her moans of pleasure mixed with the sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, echoing off the walls. Jack's anger towards the Moretti's fueled his every movement, driving him to take out his frustration on the unsuspecting woman beneath him.
Crack crack crack!
sound of the cracking bed filled the room as he continued to thrust into her relentlessly, the blonde lady's mind was consumed by the intense pleasure he was giving her. Her hands reached out to touch his sweaty, muscled body, but he quickly pinned them down, maintaining control over her completely. The sensation of his body moving against hers, the power in his every movement, sent her spiraling into a state of pure ecstasy.
Plap plap plap!
"You like that, don't you, you slut?" Jack growled, his voice dripping with lust and aggression. The blonde lady could only respond with gasps and moans, unable to form coherent sentences as he took her to new heights of pleasure.
Say my name," he demanded, gripping her thigh.
"Jack…" she whimpered.
"Louder."
"Jack!"
He didn't smile. Didn't soften.
Their bodies moved in perfect synchrony, each thrust bringing them closer to the edge of release. Jack's hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her as he claimed her in a primal display of dominance. The intensity of their connection was electrifying, igniting a fire within them both that burned hotter with each passing moment,tho it was just a one night stand
As they reached the peak of their passion, Jack's movements became more urgent, driving them both towards an explosive climax. The blonde lady cried out in ecstasy as waves of pleasure coursed through her body, her nails digging into his back as she held on for dear life.
Jack's own release was soon to follow, the culmination of his anger and desire spilling over in a powerful surge of ecstasy. As they collapsed together in the aftermath of their passion, the penthouse was filled with the sweet scent of sex and satisfaction.
In that moment as they lay together, satisfied, Jack knew that he had to find another way to take down the Moretti and that will be Saphina.
A smirk formed on his handsome face as he had another plan
*Wait till i destroy you all*he muttered
Jack pulled away and stood, his back turned to her. He lit a cigarette, blowing out smoke slowly as he stared out the window then he picked up some money from the table near by and threw it at the blonde lady
The woman reached for him, "Jack, that was—"
"Get dressed," he interrupted coldly. "I've had enough."
The lady walked seductively to him and touched his toned body," I know u want more baby and I can --"
"I said scram !" Jack cuts her off
She quickly gathered her things and left, leaving him with his thoughts
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The next morning, Saphina couldn't stop overthinking. She stood in front of her wardrobe, staring at her clothes like they were enemies.
"Why is it that every time he calls, I suddenly have nothing to wear?" she muttered, tossing one top after another on the bed.
After settling on a simple but cute blouse and jeans, she headed out, nervously checking her phone every few minutes. Tristan hadn't mentioned where they were going—just that he wanted to see her.
When she arrived at the meet-up spot and waited for a while
"What a man he is ,inviting a lady just to make her wait for him?"she muttered — not too long a sleek black car was already waiting.
The back window rolled down, revealing Tristan in a black button-up, sleeves rolled to his elbows, looking criminally attractive.
"sorry for keeping you waiting something came up " he said, voice calm, but his eyes holding an amused glint.
Saphina sighed. "You didn't even tell me where we were going."
He came out and opened the door for her"get in please "
The moment Saphina heard Tristan say *"Get in, please,"* she blinked.
"Did I just hear the magic word?" she muttered under her breath, eyes wide in mock shock.
Tristan, already holding the car door open, raised a brow. "I'm polite… some times."
She slid into the car with a dramatic gasp. "So miracles *do* happen."
He closed the door behind her, walking around and getting in himself. As the engine purred to life and they pulled into traffic, Saphina couldn't help but glance at him — sharp jawline, cool expression, sleeves rolled just enough to show off those sinful forearms.
He noticed her staring. "You good?"
"Hmm? Oh. Yeah. I'm just... surprised you actually opened the door. I was preparing to wrestle it myself."
"I do know how to be a gentleman,and i did it at the boutique " Tristan replied smoothly.
"Keyword: *know*. Doesn't mean you *are* one," she teased.
A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips — subtle, but real.
They drove in silence for a moment before Saphina cleared her throat. "So, are you going to tell me where we're going, or is this a kidnapping scenario? Should I be worried?"
"If I were kidnapping you," Tristan said, "I wouldn't be wearing a seatbelt."
She blinked. "...Okay, that's mildly concerning but also oddly reassuring."
He chuckled under his breath. "We're going somewhere quiet."
"That could still mean kidnapping."
"Do you always talk this much when you're nervous?" he asked, turning briefly to glance at her.
"Yes. It's called 'coping mechanism.' You should try it. Might make you less broody."
Tristan let out a low breath that might have been a laugh if you listened hard enough.He doesn't talk too much but with her not keeping quiet he has to.
Eventually, the car slowed as they entered a secluded, scenic route. Trees arched overhead like a natural canopy, and the air shifted — calm, peaceful.
Saphina blinked in surprise. "Wait… this isn't some fancy dinner?"
"No," he said, eyes on the road. "I figured you'd like something quieter. No cameras. No crowds. Just air."
She turned to look at him, genuinely stunned. "You figured I'd like it?"
Tristan didn't answer directly. "You seem like the type who doesn't fake smiles well."
Saphina snorted. "Wow. So basically, I'm socially awkward."
"Authentic," he corrected, parking the car.
They got out and walked a little farther into the quiet, open area where a simple picnic setup had already been arranged — a blanket, two seats, and a small spread of snacks.
She turned to him, gaping. "Okay, either you're trying to impress me… or you hit your head this morning."
Tristan said nothing — just motioned for her to sit.
As they settled in, she reached for a fruit and narrowed her eyes. "You don't strike me as a picnic guy."
"I'm not," he said. "But you've been tense lately."
"Are you... checking in on my *feelings*?" she asked dramatically. "What next? Hugs? Therapy? An apology for all the insults you threw at me?"
"Don't push it," he said, but there was that glint again — almost a smile.
Saphina bit into a grape and gave a mock gasp. "They're cold. You actually chilled the grapes? This is dangerously close to romance, Mr Moretti. Should I be worried?"
He looked at her for a moment. "U can call me Tristan from now on Saphina, and I don't do romance."
She nodded. "Ah, of course. This is just... murder with snacks."
He cracked a tiny laugh. "Something like that."
She stared at him for a few seconds,*he looks so breath taken when smiles or laughs*
"did you see the news?.."Saphina asked
"what news" Tristan whom already knows what she was say pretended
"uhmm the one about a maniac burning down an entire building with people inside it." Saphina said
"A maniac?.." Tristan
"yes big one" Saphina replied while chewing on her grape
Tristan ".........."
And for the first time since she met him, Saphina didn't feel like she was standing in the shadows of an evil king. Just… sitting next to a very complicated man who, despite everything,had her under his charm and she liked what she was seeing.