Desirae_Nicole
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Chapter 1
Desolate Passion
On the secluded outskirts of the city, where a tranquil lake nestled amidst a dense bamboo grove, the air crackled with a strange and hurried symphony of moans. Even the gentle breeze seemed to carry whispers of wanton desire, rustling the leaves with a knowing sigh. At the edge of the clearing, a fiery red Ferrari convertible trembled with an intensity that belied its inanimate state.
"Mmm...Mr. Blackwood," a sultry voice purred from within, laced with a potent blend of ambition and lust. "Will there be a role for me in your next blockbuster?"
A low chuckle, tinged with amusement, met her question. "It depends entirely on your performance, darling."
Inside the luxurious car, Natalie, a vision of breathtaking beauty, writhed atop a sharply-dressed man. Her porcelain skin, as smooth and flawless as the finest jade, glowed under the warm caress of the afternoon sun. Her curves, sculpted to perfection, were on full display as she moved with an almost desperate urgency, her voluptuous figure a siren call of pure, unadulterated desire. Her eyes were tightly shut, and long lashes cast delicate shadows on her flushed cheeks. Each gasp, each sigh, and each wanton moan that escaped her lips was a testament to the pleasure coursing through her veins, and the very air seemed to crackle with a tangible, intoxicating heat.
Hidden amongst the verdant bamboo stalks, Lily, a young paparazzo with a nose for scandal, watched the scene unfold with a mixture of professional detachment and burgeoning excitement. Unlike his companion, the man remained fully clothed, his crisp white shirt bearing not a single wrinkle, a pair of designer sunglasses shielding his features. He had the air of someone embarking on a leisurely drive, not engaged in such a... compromising activity.
"Tsk, tsk," Lily muttered under her breath, fiddling with her camera lens. "You'd never guess from the looks of him..." She'd been trailing Natalie for weeks, hoping for a juicy scoop, but this... this was beyond her wildest dreams. "Forget him, he's just a nobody," she decided, zooming in on Natalie's flushed face and the tantalizing glimpses of bare skin. Click, click, click went the shutter, capturing every scandalous detail. "This is going to be huge!" she thought gleefully. "Natalie, the innocent sweetheart, caught in a steamy car rendezvous with her mystery man! This week's issue is going to be a sellout!"
"Mr. Blackwood, how am I doing?" Natalie gasped, her voice thick with desire. "Are you...satisfied?"
Even Lily, hardened by years of chasing celebrity scandals, felt a shiver run down her spine at the sheer wanton need in those words. The man, however, remained unnervingly calm. He reached out, his long fingers tracing the delicate line of Natalie's jaw with a possessiveness that belied his casual demeanor. "Is that the best you can do?" he murmured, his voice a cool contrast to the heat radiating from the car. "Did you skip breakfast?"
Natalie's cheeks flushed a delicate pink, but she met his gaze with a defiant spark in her eyes. "Mr. Blackwood," she breathed, her voice husky with exertion, "you're...too much. I...I can't..."
Lily stifled a laugh. Even from her vantage point, it was clear that Natalie was putting on quite the show. She glanced at her watch. This could go on for a while...
"What's 'too much'?" The man's lips curled into a slow, predatory smile, his gaze raking over her with a mixture of amusement and something darker, something that sent a shiver down Lily's spine.
"You are..." Natalie whimpered, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Please...be gentle...it's my first time..."
He threw back his head and laughed, a harsh, humorless sound that echoed through the stillness of the afternoon. "Your first time?" he repeated, his voice laced with disbelief. "Don't play coy with me..."
Chapter 2
The Discovery
Startled by the contempt in Ethan's eyes—as if he had seen through her falsehoods—Natalie stumbled, "Really."
Natalie held onto Ethan, matched his rhythm with fresh energy, deciding not to say anything more.
Ethan laughed coldly and enabled her to around him like a snake while he took off his sunglasses gradually.
It was a very beautiful face in the brilliant sunshine. High nose bridge, slender but seductive lips, piercing blue eyes. His precisely tousled dark blonde hair. Particularly when he grinned with just one corner of his mouth twisted up, radiating a diabolical charisma that would quickly kill any lady.
Even after seeing this face a lot, Natalie was still awestruck and her steps slowed.
Her slow pace seemed to annoy Ethan, who wrinkled his brow. He turned them over quickly, pressing her forcefully beneath him...
Lily could only now photograph Ethan's biceps!
That annoying supporting character, taking over the show!
Instead of him, she decided to film the reserved Natalie! Stealing the scene like that, who did this guy think he was?
She was lucky to have a backup plan. Turning on a voice recorder, Lily skillfully captured the heart-stopping sounds Natalie was uttering.
Natalie's groans were unbelievably seductive in the middle of a fresh wave of activity, shocking birds from the bamboo groves to take off in all directions.
Such wanton noises would undoubtedly cause Natalie's fans to scream out of horror, wouldn't they?
Taking these covert pictures, incidentally, violated Natalie's privacy. Should she be discovered, might she be put behind bars?
Her hands started to shake with increasing anxiety. When she let go, the camera gear dropped to the floor with a gentle thud.
Heart hammering violently in her chest, Lily almost leaped out of her skin.
Thank heavens the noise was rather low. I mean, they were obviously too engrossed in their intense tryst to have noticed.
Looking over at the Ferrari, Ethan was still torturing Natalie, her seductive whimpers filling the air. There was no way the two knew Lily was there.
Phew. Relief sank into Lily. Still, with the damning pictures, it was probably best to disappear!
Lily had finished loading the heavy camera equipment a few minutes later. Stow the memory card with the pictures, and she got ready to quietly disappear into the bamboo forest.
Abruptly behind her came a chilly voice—
"Leaving already, after enjoying the entire show without even adding your thoughts?"
Chapter 3
Entangled Desires
Lily Anderson's body stiffened. Even without turning around, she could feel the murderous intent behind her.
Footsteps, lightly treading on the grass, she could sense him approaching her step by step, but her legs seemed nailed to the ground, unable to move.
Was it the man from just now?
She had been caught?! What to do? What to do?!
Lily turned her head in a daze.
She saw the man who had just been entangled passionately in the sports car walking towards her step by step. He was at least 6'2" tall with straight, long legs. His silver-gray shirt had half the buttons undone, exposing his muscular chest. An aura of undiminished lust surrounded him.
Looking at his face, he had perfect features, and bewitchingly deep eyes that shot out an oppressive coldness.
And just standing there casually, he exuded an overbearing aristocratic air.
This man... had a naturally domineering presence.
Coupled with the guilt of having taken illicit photos, Lily gasped. She subconsciously took a step back. "What do you want?"
The wariness in her tone made it seem like he was the one peeping and taking secret photos.
Ridiculous woman.
"Enjoying the candid shots?" The man walked towards her with a cold smile, like a fearsome cheetah. "Are you going to hand them over yourself, or should I search you?"
There was something inexplicably frightening about this man. Lily continued to back away, playing dumb. "I don't know what you're talking about..."
She was going to play dumb with him?
The man continued advancing on her, his whole body emanating an oppressive aura. His innate forcefulness made Lily more and more flustered.
"Stop! Stop right there or I'll scream assault!" Lily shouted in a moment of desperation.
The man actually paused, regarding her with a languid gaze as if he had just heard an entertaining jest. "Assault? I haven't laid a finger on you and you're already crying foul. Then what should we label your prolonged peeping tom escapade - visual intrusion?"
Visual intrusion?! This man's choice of words was really...
"I really have no idea what you're referring to," Lily replied, feigning ignorance.
Did she plan to keep up this pretense with him until the bitter end?
She thought that by playing clueless in front of him, she could escape unscathed. Too naive.
She wore a sweater over a long, white dress that covered her slender body. She looked weak. Yet on that pure, innocent face was an inexplicable stubbornness.
Stubbornly... refusing to hand over the photos.
"If you don't hand over the photos immediately, I'll make sure you understand that this is the most erroneous decision of your life."
The man's voice was cold and filled with arrogant insolence. Lily's heart raced anxiously as she tried to figure a way out of this predicament she had landed herself in. Little did she know, the worst was yet to come...
Desolate Passion
On the secluded outskirts of the city, where a tranquil lake nestled amidst a dense bamboo grove, the air crackled with a strange and hurried symphony of moans. Even the gentle breeze seemed to carry whispers of wanton desire, rustling the leaves with a knowing sigh. At the edge of the clearing, a fiery red Ferrari convertible trembled with an intensity that belied its inanimate state.
"Mmm...Mr. Blackwood," a sultry voice purred from within, laced with a potent blend of ambition and lust. "Will there be a role for me in your next blockbuster?"
A low chuckle, tinged with amusement, met her question. "It depends entirely on your performance, darling."
Inside the luxurious car, Natalie, a vision of breathtaking beauty, writhed atop a sharply-dressed man. Her porcelain skin, as smooth and flawless as the finest jade, glowed under the warm caress of the afternoon sun. Her curves, sculpted to perfection, were on full display as she moved with an almost desperate urgency, her voluptuous figure a siren call of pure, unadulterated desire. Her eyes were tightly shut, and long lashes cast delicate shadows on her flushed cheeks. Each gasp, each sigh, and each wanton moan that escaped her lips was a testament to the pleasure coursing through her veins, and the very air seemed to crackle with a tangible, intoxicating heat.
Hidden amongst the verdant bamboo stalks, Lily, a young paparazzo with a nose for scandal, watched the scene unfold with a mixture of professional detachment and burgeoning excitement. Unlike his companion, the man remained fully clothed, his crisp white shirt bearing not a single wrinkle, a pair of designer sunglasses shielding his features. He had the air of someone embarking on a leisurely drive, not engaged in such a... compromising activity.
"Tsk, tsk," Lily muttered under her breath, fiddling with her camera lens. "You'd never guess from the looks of him..." She'd been trailing Natalie for weeks, hoping for a juicy scoop, but this... this was beyond her wildest dreams. "Forget him, he's just a nobody," she decided, zooming in on Natalie's flushed face and the tantalizing glimpses of bare skin. Click, click, click went the shutter, capturing every scandalous detail. "This is going to be huge!" she thought gleefully. "Natalie, the innocent sweetheart, caught in a steamy car rendezvous with her mystery man! This week's issue is going to be a sellout!"
"Mr. Blackwood, how am I doing?" Natalie gasped, her voice thick with desire. "Are you...satisfied?"
Even Lily, hardened by years of chasing celebrity scandals, felt a shiver run down her spine at the sheer wanton need in those words. The man, however, remained unnervingly calm. He reached out, his long fingers tracing the delicate line of Natalie's jaw with a possessiveness that belied his casual demeanor. "Is that the best you can do?" he murmured, his voice a cool contrast to the heat radiating from the car. "Did you skip breakfast?"
Natalie's cheeks flushed a delicate pink, but she met his gaze with a defiant spark in her eyes. "Mr. Blackwood," she breathed, her voice husky with exertion, "you're...too much. I...I can't..."
Lily stifled a laugh. Even from her vantage point, it was clear that Natalie was putting on quite the show. She glanced at her watch. This could go on for a while...
"What's 'too much'?" The man's lips curled into a slow, predatory smile, his gaze raking over her with a mixture of amusement and something darker, something that sent a shiver down Lily's spine.
"You are..." Natalie whimpered, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Please...be gentle...it's my first time..."
He threw back his head and laughed, a harsh, humorless sound that echoed through the stillness of the afternoon. "Your first time?" he repeated, his voice laced with disbelief. "Don't play coy with me..."
Chapter 2
The Discovery
Startled by the contempt in Ethan's eyes—as if he had seen through her falsehoods—Natalie stumbled, "Really."
Natalie held onto Ethan, matched his rhythm with fresh energy, deciding not to say anything more.
Ethan laughed coldly and enabled her to around him like a snake while he took off his sunglasses gradually.
It was a very beautiful face in the brilliant sunshine. High nose bridge, slender but seductive lips, piercing blue eyes. His precisely tousled dark blonde hair. Particularly when he grinned with just one corner of his mouth twisted up, radiating a diabolical charisma that would quickly kill any lady.
Even after seeing this face a lot, Natalie was still awestruck and her steps slowed.
Her slow pace seemed to annoy Ethan, who wrinkled his brow. He turned them over quickly, pressing her forcefully beneath him...
Lily could only now photograph Ethan's biceps!
That annoying supporting character, taking over the show!
Instead of him, she decided to film the reserved Natalie! Stealing the scene like that, who did this guy think he was?
She was lucky to have a backup plan. Turning on a voice recorder, Lily skillfully captured the heart-stopping sounds Natalie was uttering.
Natalie's groans were unbelievably seductive in the middle of a fresh wave of activity, shocking birds from the bamboo groves to take off in all directions.
Such wanton noises would undoubtedly cause Natalie's fans to scream out of horror, wouldn't they?
Taking these covert pictures, incidentally, violated Natalie's privacy. Should she be discovered, might she be put behind bars?
Her hands started to shake with increasing anxiety. When she let go, the camera gear dropped to the floor with a gentle thud.
Heart hammering violently in her chest, Lily almost leaped out of her skin.
Thank heavens the noise was rather low. I mean, they were obviously too engrossed in their intense tryst to have noticed.
Looking over at the Ferrari, Ethan was still torturing Natalie, her seductive whimpers filling the air. There was no way the two knew Lily was there.
Phew. Relief sank into Lily. Still, with the damning pictures, it was probably best to disappear!
Lily had finished loading the heavy camera equipment a few minutes later. Stow the memory card with the pictures, and she got ready to quietly disappear into the bamboo forest.
Abruptly behind her came a chilly voice—
"Leaving already, after enjoying the entire show without even adding your thoughts?"
Chapter 3
Entangled Desires
Lily Anderson's body stiffened. Even without turning around, she could feel the murderous intent behind her.
Footsteps, lightly treading on the grass, she could sense him approaching her step by step, but her legs seemed nailed to the ground, unable to move.
Was it the man from just now?
She had been caught?! What to do? What to do?!
Lily turned her head in a daze.
She saw the man who had just been entangled passionately in the sports car walking towards her step by step. He was at least 6'2" tall with straight, long legs. His silver-gray shirt had half the buttons undone, exposing his muscular chest. An aura of undiminished lust surrounded him.
Looking at his face, he had perfect features, and bewitchingly deep eyes that shot out an oppressive coldness.
And just standing there casually, he exuded an overbearing aristocratic air.
This man... had a naturally domineering presence.
Coupled with the guilt of having taken illicit photos, Lily gasped. She subconsciously took a step back. "What do you want?"
The wariness in her tone made it seem like he was the one peeping and taking secret photos.
Ridiculous woman.
"Enjoying the candid shots?" The man walked towards her with a cold smile, like a fearsome cheetah. "Are you going to hand them over yourself, or should I search you?"
There was something inexplicably frightening about this man. Lily continued to back away, playing dumb. "I don't know what you're talking about..."
She was going to play dumb with him?
The man continued advancing on her, his whole body emanating an oppressive aura. His innate forcefulness made Lily more and more flustered.
"Stop! Stop right there or I'll scream assault!" Lily shouted in a moment of desperation.
The man actually paused, regarding her with a languid gaze as if he had just heard an entertaining jest. "Assault? I haven't laid a finger on you and you're already crying foul. Then what should we label your prolonged peeping tom escapade - visual intrusion?"
Visual intrusion?! This man's choice of words was really...
"I really have no idea what you're referring to," Lily replied, feigning ignorance.
Did she plan to keep up this pretense with him until the bitter end?
She thought that by playing clueless in front of him, she could escape unscathed. Too naive.
She wore a sweater over a long, white dress that covered her slender body. She looked weak. Yet on that pure, innocent face was an inexplicable stubbornness.
Stubbornly... refusing to hand over the photos.
"If you don't hand over the photos immediately, I'll make sure you understand that this is the most erroneous decision of your life."
The man's voice was cold and filled with arrogant insolence. Lily's heart raced anxiously as she tried to figure a way out of this predicament she had landed herself in. Little did she know, the worst was yet to come...
