Chapter Eighty Four Vincent hesitated, his internal struggle evident in his eyes. He finally spoke, his voice tinged with a mix of resignation and concern. "Ana, I'm afraid that if I tell you the whole truth, you won't believe me. It's a complicated and dangerous situation. But if you insist, I'll do my best to explain."Anastasia's determination shone through, and she nodded firmly. "Vincent, I've trusted you with my safety, and I need to know. Tell me everything, no matter how unbelievable it might seem."Vincent took a deep breath, his gaze finally meeting hers. As he began to recount the events of that fateful night, his words carried a weight that seemed to burden his very soul. The truth was a tangled web of intrigue and danger, one that had drawn Anastasia unwittingly into a world she never imagined.As the story unfolded, Anastasia listened with rapt attention, her emotions ranging from disbelief to shock and, eventually, a deep understanding of the complexities surrounding h
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 SixVincent and Anastasia, two hearts entwined by a shared passion for helping those less fortunate, found themselves huddled together in their cozy little apartment one brisk autumn evening. A dim, flickering candle cast soft shadows across their determined faces as they embarked on a heartfelt conversation, their eyes reflecting a mixture of determination and concern.Vincent, a tall and earnest man with a disheveled mop of brown hair, gazed at Anastasia with unwavering resolve. "Ana, we can't let those orphans suffer any longer. We've got to stand up for them, and the best way is to voice our concerns to the Vice President."Anastasia, her chestnut hair cascading down her back like a gentle waterfall, nodded in agreement. "You're right, Vincent. But we need to plan this carefully. We can't afford any missteps that could put the orphans in danger."Vincent took her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers. "I know, Ana. We'll start by organizing a peaceful protest out
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 Eight Vincent lay there, deep in slumber, a contented smile adorning his face. His dreams were a tapestry of emotions, woven with threads of love, excitement, and disbelief. In this particular dream, he found himself in a scenario that seemed too surreal to be true. Anastasia, the daughter of the President of the United States, was his girlfriend, his very first girlfriend, and it felt like a dream he never wanted to wake up from.The room was bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains. Vincent's room, though modest, was filled with mementos of their time together – photographs, love notes, and the scent of her favorite perfume lingering in the air. He stirred in his sleep, a dreamy sigh escaping his lips.Anastasia, in his dream, was a vision of elegance and beauty. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky. She wore a simple yet stunning evening gown that accentuated her grace and c
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
Chapter NinetyAnastasia ’s POV My cheeks blazed with heat, and Vincent smiled as he leaned forward,trailing his tongue over my heated cheekbone while his hands roamed above the hard buds of my eager nipples, making my toes curl with anticipation and intense need. “Tell me, Angel, what will be my reward for my patience?”I stood on my tiptoes, curling my fingers over Vincent ’s neck, pulling myself up and against him. His hardness rubbed and poked against my naked stomach, and he groaned a low, dangerous sound. “Something forbidden. Something you aren’t meant to be gifted.” I moaned into his ears , loving the jerking jolts and the way his body reacted to me as I pressed my chest to his,my body aching to be united with his. I have never felt this way in my entire life and the burst of energy rushing through my veins at this moment with Vincent is purely magical. Vincent ’s body became taut, eager, and he tipped my head back, his lips brushing mine leaving a wet peck. “Something you
Chapter Ninety OneAnastasia ’s POV Vincent pulled out of me, and I winced, sucking in a sharp breath. I rolled over to my side, away from him, but the overwhelming feeling still stayed with me. Vincent brushed my hair away and kissed my neck then lightly bit down, and I shiveAnastasia . “You are mine now,Anastasia .I own you and even if I ever let you go, I’ll still own you. You will always remember this day and deep down you will always know that you are mine and mine alone.”I closed my eyes, trying to hold back tears, fighting them, holding on to my composure with sheer force of will. The sheets rustled as Vincent got out of bed, and I didn’t look over my shoulder to see what he was doing. I heard the water running in the bathroom.He returned moments later and ran his fingers down my spine then back up before he grabbed my shoulder and rolled me onto my back. My eyes found him.He parted my legs, his eyes taking in my thighs coveAnastasia in my blood.Not taking his eyes off my