CHAPTER 11

Vanity entered the master bedroom quickly and went straight to the bathroom to refresh herself because she was so sticky and sweaty after all that running. She also needed to get rid of the lingering scent of blood on her. Her husband was born with a keen sense of smell.
Vanity tossed the clothes into the laundry basket after checking for signs of blood; when she didn't find any, she tossed them and stood beneath the shower head, letting the warm water kiss and caress her body. As she stood in the shower, enjoying the way the water cascaded down her body, she smiled as she looked at the marks her husband left on her body every night.
With the frequency with which they had sex; she would have conceived by now if she were a normal woman, but it's too bad she's just a woman who will never be able to hold a baby in her life. She was fated to be alone, which is why she accepted Chandler's proposal despite knowing her identity.
After splashing body wash on her hands, Vanity began to caress her body. The more she touched herself, cleaning herself, the more aroused she felt because her body had become very sensitive since she slept with her husband, and he seemed to enjoy it. She didn't know what triggered it, but she loved it.
Vanity began to enjoy herself as she touched her soft and perky breast, pinching and rolling her nipples through her thumbs. She moaned as she continued the caress, her mind racing with how Chandler does it every night and how he would do her right now if he were present.
Her hand lowered until it touched the forbidden spot, which was already wet and slick from all her foreplay. She sank her fingers deep inside herself and moaned aloud. Her thumb began to play with her bead repeatedly until she reached her climax. As the orgasm washed over her, she clutched the wall, panting heavily.
She left the bathroom after cleaning herself up and feeling much better and lighter than before. She chose to wear her man's shirt because she wanted to provoke him. She was aware of how much he enjoys it whenever she did it.
What Vanity didn't expect was for Chandler to feel it the moment she started her own play at home. He was in the middle of a meeting, and it was the first time he wished he could curse his wife for being so stubborn. He could feel or sense what his wife was up to from the moment he marked her. When he felt himself getting a hard on without doing anything, he felt strong sensations.
This made him happy because he knew she was still thinking about him even at this late hour. Chandler decided to return home early and teach his wife a lesson because of her misbehavior. After all, she shouldn't go unpunished.
As Chandler tossed her body around like a maniac throughout the night, Vanity regretted wearing that shirt. She could tell she was being punished, but she didn't know why. It was already dawn by the time they finished, and Chandler smiled contentedly.
He punished his mischievous vampiress exactly as he desired.
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He had just finished his third cigarette in less than thirty minutes. He was filled with anxiety, as if the entire world was conspiring against him. He had been very competitive since he was a child, and all he wanted was to be recognized, seen, and to be someone who his parents or family would never look down on.
Nolan Sheppard, who was born and raised in a large family, simply wanted his family branch to be recognized by the clan, even if it meant shedding blood or getting involved in shady deals.
There were several options for him to achieve his goals. He could either contribute to the clan by working hard and bringing in more resources and income, or he could form an alliance with another great family through marriage.
Marriage was the best way for him to achieve his dream faster, and Gwen Drysdale, the daughter of a man who had some underground technology deals, was the best choice.
He had persuaded his mother to get him engaged to the young girl who was barely a teenager, and he had been successful. The two got engaged, and the young lady was head over heels in love with him. She gave him what he wanted without asking for much in return. She exemplified the type of woman he desired.
He wanted a woman who knew her place and did what was expected of her.
What he liked best was that he could only see himself in her eyes, so he didn't mistreat her but pampered her in any way he could. He knew he'd never be able to give her his heart because it was already occupied by Clara, a young woman he met when he was still young. He had fallen in love with her when he was only ten years old.
Clara was a poor girl from a poor family, and it was obvious that his family would never allow him to be with him no matter what because connections were deemed more important than love.
His parents met through another arranged marriage; this was also true for other families because they prioritized family over personal matters.
He still remembered the day Clara confessed to him; he was only sixteen at the time. The shy maiden had kissed him lightly on the lips, and he had instantly turned tomato red. That day, he was so happy, he devoured that small mouth until it was red and swollen.
Since then, the two have been secretly dating until this day. Even his parents were unaware that the person who stood by his side every day as secretary was his first and true love.
When his engagement was announced, she cried and was heartbroken, but seeing and knowing that he only had her in his heart made her accept it quickly. She was willing to make any sacrifice for his dream, even if it meant not being able to be with him openly in the meantime.
Their bond was strong and never wavered because they truly understood each other. The horror came when Gwen showed up unannounced and told him about the Drysdale's secret. He didn't want to believe it, but there was one thing he'd learned since meeting his little fiancée. She never lied and seeing how she had fled changed his opinion of the Drysdale’s.
When he discovered this secret, he immediately called Gwen's father, Douglas Drysdale, and the two agreed to get rid of the fake and clone Gwen. What he didn't expect was for the little girl to suspect him again and flee, as she had done at Drysdale's.