His Exclusive Stripper: You Are Mine, Don

Evelyn’s POV

“Hang on, sweetie, I got you,” he promised, his voice rough with desire. His hands moved to my breasts, squeezing and pressing them violently. He pinched my nipples hard, sending jolts of pleasure through me. My back arched, my body a slave to his touch.

“Oh God, Tony,” I moaned, my hands gripping the sheets as I writhed beneath him. His fingers were merciless, plunging in and out of me with a relentless rhythm, while his mouth worked magic on my clit, sucking and flicking it with his tongue.

“Cum for me, baby,” he commanded, his voice a deep growl. I felt the pressure building, my orgasm teetering on the edge.

“Please, Tony… I can’t… it’s too much,” I gasped, my body trembling. But he didn’t relent. He sucked and fingered me harder, his mouth and hands driving me to the brink.

“Don’t hold back, Cara mia,” he urged, his breath hot against my skin. “Let go for me.”

With a final, shuddering gasp, I came undone. My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, every muscle in my body tightening as I cried out his name. He didn’t stop, his fingers still thrusting, his mouth still working me, milking every drop of pleasure from my body.

As I convulsed beneath him, he locked all my cum away, capturing every drop. He moved up my body, his lips finding mine in a hungry, desperate kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, the tangy sweetness mingling with his own flavor.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured against my lips, his hands still roaming my body, squeezing my breasts, his fingers tracing the lines of my curves.

“Tony… that was… amazing,” I panted, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of my orgasm.

“Anything to help you relax,” he said with a wink, his fingers trailing down to my pussy once more, making me gasp as he brushed against my still-sensitive clit.

“You’re insatiable,” I whispered, my body already responding to his touch again.

“For you, always,” he replied, his voice filled with promise as he kissed me deeply, his fingers starting their dance anew. After what felt like eternity, we both fell asleep but I woke up immediately as my problem rushed back at me

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The next morning, I woke up early, still wrapped in Antonio’s arms. I carefully disentangled myself, not wanting to wake him, and headed to the kitchen. I needed a plan, something to protect Antonio and keep Charles and Reina at bay. I made a cup of coffee and sat at the kitchen table, staring into the dark liquid as if it held the answers I desperately needed.

Nurse Trina walked in, giving me a knowing look. “You look like you didn’t sleep well,” she said, concern evident in her voice.

“I didn’t,” I admitted. “I have a lot on my mind.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked, sitting across from me.

I shook my head. “I can’t. It’s something I need to figure out on my own.”

Trina nodded, respecting my need for privacy. “Just know we’re here for you, Evelyn. Whatever it is, you’re not alone.”

Her words provided a small comfort, but they didn’t solve my problem. I thanked her and took my coffee back to the bedroom. Antonio was still asleep, his face relaxed and peaceful. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing him.

I spent the rest of the day in a haze, trying to act normal while my mind raced with fear and uncertainty. I attended lessons for the final exams but I barely registered what was being taught. My friends noticed my distraction, but I brushed off their concerns, using the final exams as an excuse.

As the day turned into evening, I found myself in our room again, staring at my phone. Charles’ threat loomed over me like a dark cloud. The minutes ticked by, and I knew I had to make a decision soon.

Antonio returned home, his presence bringing a temporary sense of calm. He found me sitting on the edge of the bed, lost in thought. He sat beside me, gently rubbing my back.

“You’ve been quiet all day, cara mia. Are you sure it’s just the exams?” he asked, his eyes searching mine for answers.

I nodded, forcing a smile. “Yeah, it’s just the exams. I’m fine, really.”

He pulled me into his arms, holding me close. “You don’t have to pretend with me, Evelyn. Whatever it is, we’ll face it together.”

His words broke through my defenses, and I felt tears welling up. I buried my face in his chest, trying to hide my tears. “I just don’t want to lose you,” I whispered.

Antonio tightened his embrace. “You won’t lose me. We’ll get through this, whatever it is.”

His reassurance gave me a glimmer of hope. Maybe there was a way out of this mess. I just had to find it. For now, I allowed myself to take comfort in his presence, drawing strength from his love. We later started talking about random things.

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I’m impatient already,” Reina fumed, pacing the sitting room like a caged animal. “Let me just send the picture to Antonio. We need to be fast. I need to get Evelyn out of my way. Look at me, so ugly. At least when I finally get on Antonio’s good side, he’ll pay for my face surgery, and I’ll be beautiful again.”

Charles glanced up from his phone, his expression calm and calculating. “We gave her two days, remember? We won’t do anything until the day after tomorrow.”

“I just want to get back to Tony,” Reina said, her voice filled with a manic intensity.

Charles returned his attention to his phone, scrolling through his messages with a smirk. Reina, frustrated by his lack of response, started moving closer to him. Her fingers trailed seductively over his arm, but he pushed her hands away with a dismissive gesture. Undeterred, she leaned in and kissed him forcefully, but he shoved her away.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Reina’s voice wavered with a mix of desperation and anger. “It’s been so long since I’ve had sex, and I really need this right now.”From NôvelDrama.Org.

Charles chuckled, a cold, condescending sound, and looked at her with disdain. “I don’t fuck frogs.”

Reina’s eyes widened in shock. “What?”

“Look at your face,” Charles sneered. “You look so ugly. You have a hot body, sure, but I’m very big on looks. You can come to me after you’ve done your face surgery.”

“You’re so mean!” Reina barked, her face flushing with anger and humiliation. “I wouldn’t even look at you anymore if I had my Antonio back and if I got my face done.”

She stormed off to her room, slamming the door behind her. Charles didn’t even flinch. Instead, he picked up his phone and stared at Evelyn’s picture, his thoughts dark and twisted. He had never loved Evelyn; his attraction was purely physical, drawn to her beauty, her body, and her prowess in bed. But now, it was also about revenge. He wanted to get back at Antonio and reclaim Evelyn, even if just for the satisfaction of winning.

Charles spent the next few hours lost in thought, occasionally glancing at the clock. Time was ticking, and every second brought him closer to the culmination of his plan. He relished the anticipation, the thrill of knowing that he held Evelyn’s fate in his hands.

Finally, fatigue overcame him, and he decided to head to bed. As he climbed the stairs to his room, he passed Reina’s door. He could hear her sobbing softly, her anger and despair palpable even through the thick wooden barrier. Charles felt no sympathy for her. She was merely a pawn in his game, useful only as long as she served his purpose.

Charles discovered Reina’s door slightly ajar and, driven by curiosity, decided to peek inside. He was stunned to see her standing in front of the mirror, naked and crying. Her face was a mess, but her body was nothing short of perfection. “Fuck!” Charles muttered softly, feeling an immediate rush of arousal.

He couldn’t resist and walked quickly into her room. Reina turned around and glared at him, tears still streaming down her cheeks. “What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice trembling with emotion.

“Fuck! Your body is so… I don’t know, it’s too sexy for me,” he said, his eyes glued to her breasts.

Reina smirked through her tears, a mix of defiance and allure. “I thought you didn’t fuck frogs?” she taunted, already walking towards him with a newfound boldness.

“I’m sorry, please ” Charles muttered, his arousal evident. His breath was ragged, and his eyes never left her body. “I want you, please. I’m sorry about what I said earlier,” he begged, his voice thick with lust.

“Fuck me,” she whispered, wrapping her hands around his neck, pulling him closer until their breaths mingled.