Chapter 2 Midnight Visit

Her Father had always abhorred hospitals. She had long known that ever since she was a little girl each time he had to pick her up from the final and only hospital her Mother was confined in.

So when her own Father's health started failing and the opportunity presented itself, she made sure to closely supervise the building of a genuine medical room, with all the vital contraptions, hardware, and even medical staff, in their biggest bedroom. No expense was spared in preparation for her Father's old age.

However, it would appear that he most likely won't make it past 50.

Yeah, money may not be able to buy me happiness, but it has bought us more time. invaluable time for the two of us to spend together. Particularly since Mother had already left us, way too early.

So every evening, she made it a habit to check in on him. Her Father's medical room was just a few doors away from her own bedroom suite, making the task very easy for her to do. She threw on a silk robe on top of her transparent short nightgown and proceeded barefoot to the medical room.

But as soon as she set foot inside, the blond-haired young lady immediately noticed something g out of the ordinary. No, something very, very wrong ...

Where are the nurses? Not even a medic? Isn't there supposed to be a doctor checking him regularly? And why are the lights dimmed?

She let her eyes adjust to the darkness at first, as she tried to remember where the light switch was. At that point, she decided to walk over the inter-con located next to her Father's bed ...

But as she got closer, she saw him...

A tall, broad-shouldered, well-built bearded man in his early 30's.

He was at the other end of the huge room, away from the French windows and entryways and almost invisible in the darkness. But even if she were blind, she recognized him, knew him.

"What are you doing here?" the younger woman asked her Father's business partner, who continued to remain quietly hidden in the shadows.

"Excuse me, but shouldn't I be here?" replied the male visitor in a deep and quietly commanding voice.

"Humph, like I don't know why you're here! You just want to make sure he dies soon so you can finally take over Silverfire!"

He gave a low, masculine laugh. "My dear Estelle, don't you remember? I only came here because you invited me."

The beautiful young lady's voice rose to an angry pitch. "Don't you dare call me by that name! And I have no idea what you mean!"

But the man ruthlessly cut her off, feeling a bit of the same fury as he had heard from her. "Don't lie to me, ESTELLE! I know how much you want me and how well you try to hide it from your Father! Well, it won't work with me!"

"How dare you think that!"

"Yes, I dare and even wish to say more! And I dare to do more to prove that it is true!"

As he spoke, the man walked away from the shadows and slowly drew closer to her sickly Father's bed. The weak moonlight shone on the thick waves of his dirty blond hair. She could barely make out the tints of his deep blue eyes, though. Making sure she was watching him, he started to remove the jacket of his dark-coloured Italian suit ... his silk tie... and then proceeded to unbutton his white signature long-sleeved shirt...

She stared at his well-defined chest that was peppered with feathery blond hair, his muscled eight-pack, sinewy shoulders and bulging biceps and found herself swallowing hard.

At 28, the lovely blond was no virgin and the man standing before was ten years her senior, but he was definitely the most beautiful male specimen she had ever seen in her life.

"Maybe it's because I've never found anyone to equal him in any way. Not in my whole lifetime, no matter how much I've tried," she whispered to herself.

The man smiled upon reading her facial expression. No matter how hard she tried, her lovely face still gave away her true feelings - feelings for him. He then paused after he threw his shirt on the floor, allowing her a good view of his chiselled muscular upper body.

"Do you want me to stop?" he said, one thick eyebrow raised.

"Don't be too full of yourself, Stephan!" she snapped as she turned her head away.

"Stephan, huh? And you still didn't answer my question, Estelle."

"Don't you DARE call me by that name!"

"And again, not the answer I was waiting for. So, it looks like you still want to see more of me..."

The man named Stephan slowly walked towards her, his eyes not leaving her now-blushing face. In mere seconds he had already cleared the three-meter distance between them and now stood towering before her.

She froze at his closeness, while she felt the sensual heat radiating from his body, and smelled his tantalizing natural scent that mixed with the woodsy fragrance of his cologne. She could even hear his warm breath from right above her head. The woman called Estelle hated how her body was now reacting to his presence. She also loathed the fact that she knew he could just easily embrace her and she would easily yield to him.

And it's not just because she was a foot smaller than his 6'3 height, nor was it the fact that his hug could completely encompass her whole body and still have space for another woman with a similar stature and body type.

It was because she knew she would easily melt into his muscular arms and just surrender herself to his desires. Her thoughts were all aflutter: But does he really desire me? Or is it because he's forced by my Father to pay attention to me? Or maybe it's because of the better interests of the company...

"Estelle, you still have not answered my question..."

"Wh-what question?"

She raised her head and her hazel eyes locked onto his dark blue ones.

"Never mind..." he replied.

His lips descended on hers as his hands pulled her to him.

And she couldn't stop him...Neither could she stop how much she wanted him...

Passionately...

Desperately...

I should tell him to leave... I should fight him, scream for a security guard and have him thrown out... I should be kicking him in the balls and not wanting to feel them... Damn it, Estelle, stop wanting to feel him... stop wanting him to feel you...

But she knew that was not going to happen.

Estelle's hands were now eagerly touching as much as she could of his exposed body, feeling her heat flare as she enjoyed the way he felt, smelled, and tasted. Meanwhile, his fingers were grazing her breasts, which were hardly covered by her very thin, see-through nightgown.

The visitor's mouth had now transferred its attention towards one of her hardening nipples, wetting the flimsy fabric and, unwittingly, her womanhood as well. He groaned low and loudly as he felt her swiftly removing his belt and impatiently unzipping his pants, thankful that he never wore underwear.

As her hands found his thick and throbbing eight-incher, his groans suddenly turned to breathless gasps.

Her mind was still trying to gain control but was slowly losing the battle to her overwhelmed senses. Even the way he sounds is delectable...

Stop thinking like that, Zoe! Make him stop... Damn, make yourself stop!

"So, you do want me after all..." the passionate male murmured into her left breast, which he had now managed to expose by pulling her nightgown up. "You won't be able to hide it from me, so you might as well admit it, Zoe."

"Funny... I thought... aaaahhhh... you didn't even... mmmmphhh... want me..."

"I really prefer calling you Estelle," he responded, while softly biting into one of her now-hardened nipples. "And I really DO want you."

Ignoring his first statement, she hissed her approval at his mouth's movement before gasping out an order, "Say it again!"

"I'll do more than say it. I'll let my actions speak..."

Estelle gave a high, breathless squeal as she felt his arms suddenly lift her smoothly and effortlessly off the floor. She felt herself being brought to the dark corner where she first saw him. As he placed her down on a large comfortable couch, she realized that he had already stepped out of his pants and was now totally naked, his magnificent masculine body on full display.

And fortunately for her, her eyes had now adjusted to the dark.

Damn, that eight-pack, that chiselled chest, those muscular thighs, and his. Damn, that's thick. huge! He's going to finally do it! He's finally going to take me and make me his! SHIT... I shouldn't... but damn it... I want him to! I. WANT. HIM!

As Stephan lay down above her, she felt every part of his sinewy, well-built body settle on top of her own half-nakedness, as if they were made to fit each other perfectly. She tried to struggle against him, and herself, as she felt his hardness settle firmly on her moist and eager slit.

However, the thought of her dying Father lying just a few meters away from them was the only thing stopping her now from totally surrendering.

"Please, don't fight me, Estelle. I do intend to show you how much I want you," he growled, his breath warm against her ear while his throbbing tackle's moist tip started to pierce through the sensitive folds between her legs. "I really intend to prove that to you right now."

As she mumbled her resistance, he held both her wrists above her head with one hand, while he expertly removed whatever was left of her clothing from her luscious, soft and full-breasted body. She sighed and moaned as he started kissing, sucking, licking and probing with his mouth and fingers, all her exposed delicate parts almost in unison.

"My Father... is... JUST RIGHT THERE... you maniac!" Estelle managed to gasp as she felt two long fingers pinching her now swollen clit, making her insides twitch and spurt around his shaft's head, seemingly against her will.

"He wants this to happen. Take my word for it, beautiful."

She felt him pull his hips away as she let his words sink into her mind, her shock and lust getting in the way of proper processing.

"My F-Father... wants... t-this?" Estelle stuttered through her question.

Her answer was two masculine fingers not-so-gently pushing into her slit, their tips rubbing at that certain torturous/delicious spot three inches from her pulsing opening.

She screamed in pained delight as she felt her g-spot's sensations piercing through her insides like lightning. At this point, she could no longer see, hear, taste or feel anything else but the incredible lover on top of her and what he was making her feel.

Estelle knew she was about to surrender, and it would be a relief to do so.

"FINE! Do whatever you want with me... Ahhhhh... as long as... y-you can... Unghhhh... just prove to me that you really do WANT ME! That I am SPECIAL to you, and that's not just my imagination!"

The very virile man above her paused for a Moment and then raised his head to look her in the eye. "That is my intention, princess. Let my action speak..."

He began to slowly bury his pulsing manhood into her moistness, then stopped midway...

As she whimpered her objections, he took a while to enjoy the sight of her nakedness and feel her walls tighten around his thick member...

Then he slammed himself into her with the force of a sledgehammer!

Estelle screeched in intense passion and satisfaction as this amazing specimen of a man pounded into her with speed and strength, causing her walls to tighten even more. This caused the sensual sensations between them to intensify twice over, making their lovemaking even more satisfying yet hungering at the same time.

And though he had the staying power to keep slamming into her for hours, his need for her wouldn't allow him to.

Neither will she.

"Stephan... damn it, more... I'm close." she cried between clenched teeth. "FASTER... go HARDER... PLEEEEEEEASSSE!!!"

"Motherfucker, you feel. so good. I'm cumming... Estelle... I'm CUMMING!!!" he gritted; his jaw clamped together. "FUUUUUKKK!!!"

They reached their peaks at the same time along with their cries of satisfaction. The pair were lost in a climax that overwhelmed their senses more than they ever felt before with any other partner. The afterglow was amazing as well, as they had hardly recovered but had already started to kiss, caress and nuzzle again.

Suddenly, an explosion rang out from outside the room, causing the room's tall glass windows to shatter!

The man on top of her was thrown off the sofa, and Estelle sat up in shock and terror.

Looking down, she saw her lover's body covered in blood...

Looking up, she saw her Father's heart monitor going flat line...

Looking across the room, she saw the door being kicked open and in came half a dozen men with high-powered guns...

And they were now all looking lustily at her.

The last thing she saw was her screaming as she was being violated by multiple men, while she kept screaming a name..."

" VICTOR! HELP ME!!! VIIIIICTOOOR!"