Twist of fate
993 Words
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Chapter 2: A Twist of Fate
At the luxurious Grand Plaza Hotel, Liam sat at a table in the dimly lit lounge, his sharp features highlighted by the soft glow of the chandeliers. Across from him, Melinda, a striking woman in a revealing red dress, leaned forward with a smug smile.
“There’s no escaping this, Liam,” she purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “Our families need this union to thrive. Whether you like it or not, we’re getting married.”
Liam’s cold, piercing eyes met hers without a trace of warmth. “I don’t care what our families want,” he replied flatly. “I’m not interested in marrying you, and I’m certainly not interested in inheriting my father’s company.”
Melinda’s expression faltered for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure, leaning closer as if her proximity could change his mind. Before she could press further, Liam’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, his brows furrowing.
“Excuse me,” he said curtly, standing to take the call.
As he stepped away, Linda brushed past him in the corridor, her eyes downcast and brimming with unshed tears. Dressed in the elegant gown her mother had forced on her, she felt more like a sacrificial lamb than a woman heading for a date. Her sadness caught Liam’s attention for a fleeting moment, but he was too distracted by the conversation on his phone to linger.
In the lounge, Melinda watched him leave with a flicker of irritation. Then, a wicked smile spread across her face as she reached into her clutch and retrieved a small vial. Quickly and discreetly, she poured its contents into Liam’s drink, swirling it until it dissolved. When Liam returned, she resumed their conversation, her voice honeyed and manipulative.
Out of frustration, Liam grabbed his glass and downed the drink. Almost immediately, a strange heat coursed through his body. His vision blurred, and his head felt heavy. His skin tingled uncomfortably, and a deep, unfamiliar ache began to build within him.
“Are you okay?” Melinda asked, her tone feigning concern but her smirk betraying her satisfaction.
“I just... need to use the restroom,” Liam muttered, standing unsteadily. But instead of heading to the lounge facilities, his instincts drove him to his hotel room.
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Meanwhile, Linda had entered the suite her mother had directed her to. Her breath hitched when she saw the man waiting inside. He was large, with a greasy complexion and beady eyes that gleamed with predatory interest. His expensive suit strained against his portly frame, and his lecherous smile sent a chill down her spine.
“Ah, you must be Linda,” he drawled, licking his lips. “Come in, sweetheart. Sit down.”
Reluctantly, Linda sat on the edge of the plush armchair, clutching her purse tightly. He sauntered over to her, offering a glass of wine. She shook her head, but he pushed it closer.
“Drink,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Linda hesitated but took the glass, gripping it nervously without drinking. The man leaned closer, his thick fingers brushing against her cheek, making her flinch. “I’m going to take a quick shower and get ready for tonight,” he said, his voice oozing with anticipation. “Don’t go anywhere, darling.”
The moment the bathroom door closed, Linda’s heart raced. She couldn’t stay here. Every instinct screamed at her to run. Quietly, she placed the untouched wine glass on the table, grabbed her purse, and crept to the door.
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Liam stumbled down the hallway, his body growing hotter and more unsteady with each step. He barely noticed Linda exiting a room until she nearly collided with him outside his suite.
“Are you okay?” she asked, her voice laced with concern despite her own distress.
Liam didn’t respond, simply fumbling for his keycard. His hands trembled, and Linda, moved by a mix of pity and instinct, took the card from him and swiped it through the door.
“Come on,” she said softly, guiding him inside. She helped him to the bed, where he collapsed heavily onto the mattress. His breathing was labored, and his usually sharp eyes were clouded with an unfamiliar haze.
“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. Linda was about to leave when his hand shot out, grabbing hers.
“Don’t go,” he whispered, pulling her closer until she tumbled onto his chest. His warmth radiated through her, and the intensity in his gaze made her freeze.
“I need you,” he said, his voice raw with longing and vulnerability.
Linda’s heart pounded as she lay on his chest, torn between fear and compassion. How had she gone from escaping one nightmare to landing in another so quickly?
Liam carefully touched Linda's cheek it was soft and strangely comfortable unlike the other man she had just met with, I'd like to go now she said in between her breath as if she was fighting with her entirely body.... Liam who completely ignored what she said kissed her roughly while he traced his hands on her body beneath her gown until it found her pant....
He was trying to be a gentle Man but the substance in his body won't allow him he placed her on the bed roughly ripping every cloth off her. He looked at her gently I'm sorry he said before thrusting his big hard d**k in her wet p***y, she screamed out of pain and slowly adjusted to it moaning through the pain....
He flipped her into several positions stoking in and out with his whole strength, yes that it Mama f**k he screamed and released a heavy creamy c*m into her, they both collapsed on the bed.
It was Linda's first time with a Man and never had she imagined loosing her virginity to a stranger.
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