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Master Brian's maid

Master Brian's maid

Jane lost her family when she was young, she was captured by adopters and sold to traffickers. While on the run, Jane ran into Brian, who helped her escape the traffickers. Brian hires Jane as his maid but on the other hand forces her to submit unconditionally to his requests. A week has passed, Jane has gradually adjusted to life in the Lawrence mansion. Jane is used to Brian's irritation and scolding, she will not think much and be sad about it, Jane'll spend her time making things out of shells, which Jane enjoys most in her spare time. But Brian did not let her go, he forced her to stay with him. Brian looked at Jane with a ghostly smile and said: “Take off your panties and come closer.” Jane shyly took off her panties, she slowly approached Brian's side. He saw this and ordered further: “Sit on my lap.” Jane walked over to Brian and sat on his lap. Brian looked at Jane inquiringly, he continued: “Take off your shirt.” Jane slowly unbuttoned each button on her body. Brian looked at Jane without taking his eyes off her, he pressed his face to Jane's, reached out his tongue and lightly licked her cheek. He moved his tongue skillfully and gently down Jane's small lips. Then Brian touched her most private place, he used his hand to gently massage it, causing Jane to moan softly, slowly in and out. Brian whispered in Jane's ear: "Do you like it?" Jane shook her head: "Please stop.". Brian heard Jane say that and immediately laughed out loud, he stopped for a moment and then bit her shoulder hard, causing Jane to scream in pain: “Ah…Please, stop, I was wrong.”
Escaping The Grasp Of My Billionaire

Escaping The Grasp Of My Billionaire

Five years ago, I was the invisible scholarship charity case at an elite Manhattan prep school, trying to survive in a sea of trust-fund babies. Arlo Hammond, the untouchable billionaire heir, made sure to completely dismantle my soul. When his wealthy friends asked if he noticed me, his mocking laughter echoed down the hallway. "Are you out of your mind? You seriously think I'd be interested in a boring little nerd like her?" But the moment we were alone, he would corner me in dark alleys, pinning my wrists against brick walls with terrifying, possessive jealousy if my phone even buzzed. He played his twisted games until I was left standing in the rain with my shattered dignity. Now, I am an Assistant District Attorney. I spent years burying those memories under mountains of legal files. But tonight, he returned. When we crossed paths at an exclusive club, he looked at me with the cool detachment he'd give a piece of furniture. In front of a crowd of elites, he coldly declared: "We have absolutely nothing to do with each other anymore." Then he walked away to pick up a supermodel, leaving me trembling from the sheer humiliation. I didn't understand. If I was so worthless to him, why did he still have my birthday tattooed in dark ink on his wrist? Why did he look at me with such raw, painful vulnerability in the shadows? I stared at my pale reflection in the mirror and made a silent vow. I am not that pathetic seventeen-year-old anymore, and I will prove to him that I am completely, entirely over him.