Chapter Eighty OneVincent gripped the steering wheel of Anastasia's Range Rover, his knuckles white in the dim glow of the dashboard lights. He navigated the winding, deserted road with practiced ease, glancing at the rearview mirror every few seconds. The night was shrouded in darkness, and the only sound was the soft hum of the engine. He had to be certain no one was tailing them.The rain began to fall in a gentle drizzle, its rhythmic patter against the car's roof providing a strangely soothing backdrop to their tense situation. Vincent stole a quick glance at Anastasia, who sat in the passenger seat, her face pale and drawn. Her dark hair was matted with sweat, and blood seeped through the makeshift bandage around her thigh.Vincent's heart ached as he thought of the events that had led them here. Anastasia had been caught in the crossfire of a dangerous feud between rival gangs. Vincent, her loyal friend and protector, had been determined to get her to safety, even if it meant

Chapter Eighty ThreeAnastasia's eyes fluttered open as a mild headache throbbed in her temples. She blinked, trying to clear the dizziness that clouded her vision. Her gaze met Vincent's caring and charming eyes, which hovered above her, filled with worry."Are you okay, Ana?" Vincent's voice was soft and soothing, like a gentle breeze on a warm summer's day. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.Anastasia groaned softly, her hand moving to her head. "I think I have a headache. What happened?" Her memory was shrouded in a hazy fog, making it difficult to recall the events of the previous night.Vincent's fingers traced a comforting path on her cheek. "Don't worry, everything's going to be alright. You had a bit too much to drink last night. We're at my place, and I'm taking care of you." His words were a lifeline, offering reassurance in the midst of her confusion.Anastasia's gaze drifted around the room, her eyes landing on unfamiliar surroundings. "Your pla

Chapter Eighty Five Anastasia stood in her dimly lit living room, clutching her phone tightly. Fear coursed through her veins, and her voice quivered as she dialed her father's number. The digital clock on the wall read 2:37 AM. She knew she had to reach him, no matter the hour.Her father, President James Harding, answered after a few rings. "Hello," he said, his voice calm."Dad," Anastasia whispered urgently, "you won't believe what's happening.""What is it, sweetheart?" His concern was palpable."Some men from the White House just barged into our house," Anastasia explained, panic welling up within her. "They're threatening us. It's the middle of the night, and they won't leave. They're after us, Dad."President Harding's heart skipped a beat. "Stay calm, Ana," he advised. "I'll handle this. Put me on speaker, but don't let them know I'm on the line."Anastasia switched the phone to speaker mode and placed it on the coffee table. She and her friend, Sarah, exchanged worried glan

Chapter Eighty SevenVincent and Anastasia lay side by side on the bed, the room bathed in the soft, dim glow of the moonlight that filtered through the curtains. The air was heavy with tension, a palpable energy that hung between them like an invisible thread.Vincent turned to face Anastasia, his eyes searching for something in hers. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the proximity of her body sending shivers down his spine. "Ana," he whispered, his voice barely audible in the stillness of the night.Anastasia's gaze met his, her eyes glistening with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. "Vincent," she replied, her voice equally hushed. She knew that this moment had been a long time coming, a culmination of unspoken feelings that had been building between them for years.Vincent reached out, his hand trembling as he brushed a strand of hair away from Anastasia's face. Their fingers touched, sending a jolt of electricity through both of them. "I can't stop thinking about y

Chapter Eighty Nine Anastasia ’s POV Vincent is driving my body , mind and soul crazy and wild.I’d never experienced this acute sense of emotions, want, lust, need, shame ,desire and pleasure before.Hoping that putting some distance between us will quench or ease these burning desires the thing he did with his tongue on my pussy put me through. I ran away from Vincent ’s sensual torture and didn’t stop running away from him until I reached the other spare bedroom and shut the door, but even then I continued into the bathroom, snatching at my shirts needing them gone from my incridibly hot body despite the cold weather because of the rain.I dropped the shirts on the floor, everything except for my panties which was still with Vincent .What have I done?I turned on the shower and slipped under the spray of warm water, rubbing myself clean, rubbing between my legs, but the warm, wet, throbbing sensation remained. It wouldn’t go away. I slumped against the wall biting my lips and