Hazel’s mind screamed at her to fight back, to resist, but her body had other ideas.
The way Ross’s touches lit fires under her skin left her dizzy, her thoughts scattering as the sensations intensified.
She felt like she was on cloud nine, caught between a mix of terror and an intoxicating pleasure she never knew existed.
Hazel clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she tried to hold onto her crumbling resolve.
But with every gentle caress, every skillful move Ross made, she found herself slipping further and further away from the person she thought she was.
"Behave, and you won’t get hurt. Be stubborn, and I’ll make you regret it—not tomorrow, not the day after, but right now... instantly," Ross threatened, his voice low and chillingly calm.
The weight of his words crushed whatever resistance Hazel had left.
She wasn’t like Gwen—Gwen knew how to defend herself, how to fight back.
But even that didn’t matter in the end.
Gwen, with all her self-defense skills and confidence, had still fallen prey to Ross’s overpowering presence.
What chance did she, someone with no training or experience, have against him?
Hazel’s fight dissolved into fear, leaving her trembling under Ross’s unrelenting gaze.
"Much better," Ross murmured, his lips brushing against Hazel’s hardened, lewdly pink nipples.
They had long been stiff with desire, betraying her suppressed arousal, even though her mind still struggled to give in completely.
Ross, however, was patient, confident in his ability to break down her final defenses.
He smirked as his hands roamed her voluptuous body, tracing every curve with deliberate care.
Her skin felt impossibly soft beneath his fingertips, warm and yielding in ways that made his own desires burn brighter.
From her supple breasts, he let his touch travel downward, exploring every inch of her until he reached the fabric barrier of her thong.
There, he paused, feeling the undeniable evidence of her need.
Hazel was drenched, her arousal seeping through the thin material and onto his fingers.
She was a virgin, yes, but that didn’t mean her body lacked experience in yearning.
Years of bottled-up desires—feelings she’d long ignored or buried—now bubbled to the surface, and Ross was determined to unearth every last one.
Hazel’s beauty had always drawn attention.
The stares of boys, men, and even older gentlemen had followed her everywhere she went.
She had felt their eyes lingering on her curves, their gazes filled with longing, and though she never acknowledged it outwardly, those moments often left her feeling hot and restless inside.
She couldn’t deny how those stolen glances, those unsaid fantasies from strangers, had made her wonder about her own sensuality.
But Hazel had been too focused on her goals to truly explore herself.
In school, she excelled academically, pouring all her energy into becoming the best.
And after graduation, she threw herself into building her clothing business, using money borrowed from her parents to kick-start her dream.
The venture had paid off—her hard work and sharp mind had turned her into a young success story.
Yet, the demands of her ambition left her little time for anything else.
Late nights were spent poring over designs and managing her business, leaving her too exhausted to think of her own needs.
The rare occasions she did allow herself to indulge in private pleasure were fleeting and hurried, moments so few they could be counted on her fingers.
And even then, her desires felt barely satisfied, as if she were merely scratching the surface of a much deeper hunger.
Now, with Ross, all that pent-up need was unraveling.
It wasn’t just her mind that faltered—it was her body, responding with a raw honesty she couldn’t deny.
The heat pooling between her thighs was unbearable, her wetness a testament to just how long she had kept her passions at bay.
It was as if her body had stored an ocean of desire, waiting for someone to unlock it.
Ross could feel it too. He smiled as he brushed his thumb lightly over the soaked fabric of her thong, teasing her.
"You’ve been holding back for far too long, Hazel," he murmured, his voice low and teasing.
"Let’s see just how deep that ocean really is."
Ross’s smirk deepened as he continued his teasing, his middle finger gliding along the damp line of Hazel’s pussy over her thong.
The fabric clung to her, soaked through with arousal, leaving little to the imagination.
When his finger slid upward, brushing against her swollen clit, the reaction was immediate and involuntary.
"Ahhhh—n-not there, please!" Hazel gasped, her voice trembling, caught between protest and pleasure.
Her body betrayed her words, arching slightly as if seeking more of his touch, while soft, sweet moans escaped her lips.
The sound, muffled by the room’s soundproof walls, was like music to Ross’s ears.
"Not there?" Ross repeated, his tone teasing as his finger circled her sensitive nub.
"But why not? Your little clit seems to be enjoying this attention. It’s getting harder with every touch. You’re such a lewd woman, Hazel."
Hazel’s face flushed a deep crimson, the shame of his words mingling with the undeniable pleasure coursing through her.
"I’m not… ahhh… lewd," she stammered, her voice faltering as he stroked her again, sending a fresh wave of heat through her trembling body.
"Y-you’re the one making me… ohhh… act like this. I have no choice! Please, Ross, let me go!"
Her voice cracked with desperation, her words tumbling out in a frantic attempt to regain control.
"I’ll leave, I promise! I’ll never come back here. I’ll even… even give you my blessing to be with my sister. As long as she’s happy and you don’t hurt her, it’s fine with me. Just—please, let me go!"
Ross chuckled darkly, his amusement evident as he gazed down at her flushed face. Find exclusive stories on empire
His face lit up with a wide grin, as if he’d just heard the funniest joke of all time.
"Let you go? That’s a little late, don’t you think?" he said, his voice dripping with mockery.
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