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Dashiell stood up and walked to his desk, "I will pretend you didn’t come today and didn’t hear those words. Leave."
"Dashiell!" Liora hastily stood up and followed. She had anticipated that Dashiell might refuse, but she didn't expect his rejection to be so straightforward. She took out a box from her bag. Inside was a ruby given by her mother-in-law Fiammetta during their wedding. Fiammetta had always favored Leander and had given him a unique red ruby, saying it was meant to be passed down through generations and given to Liora's future daughter-in-law.
"This is for you." She approached the desk quickly as Dashiell sat down. She opened the box and placed the red ruby on the table, "I know this request is absurd, I know... but I have no other options, I can only... I can only do this... Please, brother..."
Dashiell stared at the ruby on the table, his emotions hard to discern.
The ruby passed down through the Abernathy family was unique, and Fiammetta's favoritism towards Leander had reached an extreme. Even though it was Dashiell who had built up the Abernathy family's fortune, all her affection was given to Leander. Liora loved Leander to the bone, and she was willing to do this unethical thing for him.
He suddenly wondered what expression Fiammetta would make if she found out the truth.
"Within five minutes, if you can make me react," Dashiell looked at Liora, his pitch-black gaze seemingly substantial, piercing straight into her heart, "I will agree to your request."
He seemed to be teasing her on purpose.
But Liora saw no hint of jest in his face.
She was pleading for something, with no room for negotiation. He also set a time limit, only giving her five minutes. Her brain was suppressed by the time constraint, unable to release even the excess embarrassment and tension. She hesitated for a few seconds and then moved in front of him.
Dashiell sat in his office chair. Even in a relaxed posture, he still emanated an undeniable sense of oppression. His two long legs, encased in suit trousers, bent, the firm muscles beneath clearly outlined through the thin fabric.
She knelt down and reached for the zipper of his trousers.
She rarely did this kind of thing. Most of her intimate moments with Leander were initiated by him. Kissing, hugging, touching – he provided ample foreplay, tenderly and meticulously attending to all her feelings. Even when she offered to perform o******x on him, he always declined, out of concern for her feelings.
As soon as her fingers touched his trousers, Dashiell brushed her hand away, perhaps only her index finger had made contact. His body temperature was much higher than hers; his fingertips were warm, but his voice was icy cold: "Pleasure yourself."
"What?" Liora looked at him in confusion, thinking he wanted her to help him with o******x.
But that wasn’t the case.
Pleasure herself?
How?
She looked at him, almost in disbelief. His features were sharp, his skin cold and pale. The motion of tilting his face accentuated his straight and handsome jawline. His pupils were dark, but his emotions seemed light. His thin lips moved, and his textured voice carried a hint of mockery, "Don't you know how to seduce men?"
Liora finally understood.
A minute had passed. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, removing her long skirt, followed by her pure white underwear. Initially feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable, under Dashiell's indifferent gaze, she slowly released her hands again, forcing herself to calmly remove her panties.
Her golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, a strand falling over her chest, vaguely revealing a pink tip in the center of her breast. Her breasts were peach-shaped, full and round, glowing white. The tender flesh of her breasts swayed with the movement of her removing her panties.
She had a great figure, curvy in the right places, a slim waist, and long legs. Her legs were exceptional, straight and slender. Even her toes were exquisitely beautiful. Although she wore no nail polish, her natural pink nails made her feet look exceptionally appealing.
After removing her panties, she covered her lower body with her hand, residual shame taking over. She closed her eyes, mentally preparing herself, and finally removed her hand. She was naturally hairless, and her clean lower body revealed a reddish slit between her tightly closed legs.
There was no time.
Liora recalled her intimate moments with Leander, imagining the man sitting opposite her was Leander. She slowly reached out with one hand, grasping her breast and began to rub it. With her other hand, she touched herself, forcing herself to approach Dashiell and get closer to him.
She perched on her tiptoes on his desk, opened her legs and stepped onto his office chair, exposing herself completely. She then lightly touched herself with her finger, gathering some wetness and spreading it along her p***y.
Her body felt nothing, just mechanically rubbing her flesh.
Until Dashiell raised his wrist to check his watch, "One minute left."
Liora finally tensed up, fearing the opportunity would slip away. In her haste, she sat on Dashiell's lap. His hand was against her inner thigh. She tried to move away, but in her attempt to avoid his hand, she unknowingly shifted her hips, positioning herself against his hand.
Dashiell felt a warm, damp sensation on his palm. Liora moved her hips, rubbing against his hand as she leaned on his shoulders with her hands, her eyes inevitably meeting his dark, deep eyes.
That's when the pleasure hit.
Dashiell's thumb brushed against her sensitive spot, and the coldness of his wristwatch followed by the warmth made her body respond. He rubbed a few times, and soon her wetness coated his entire palm. As Dashiell pulled his hand away, she urgently grabbed it, panting, "Brother..."
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