Chapter 93 The Pendant
The pendant hit the ground and shattered, spilling white powder everywhere. It floated in the air like crushed dreams, mirroring Emma's despair.
Emma crumpled to the floor.
Her eyes went wild, hands shaking as she tried to gather the broken pieces. The shards cut her skin, blood mixing with the powder, but she didn't care.
"No! No!" she screamed, frantically trying to scoop up the powder and fragments.
She tried to pick up every piece, but it was useless. The powder was gone.
George stood nearby, stunned. He'd never seen Emma like this—completely unhinged.
"Emma, calm down!" he finally shouted. But she ignored him, still searching the ground.
"Why did you destroy it? Why did you make me lose everything?" she cried, her fingers bloody but relentless.
George couldn't take it anymore. He stepped forward, trying to pull her up, but she fought him off.
"Let go of me!"
George had broken Emma's pendant, and with it, her last tether. The pendant was a gift from Ethan.
After Anna had scattered Douglas's ashes, Ethan had saved Emma and collected the ashes. He put some of them in the pendant, so Douglas would always be with her.
Now, Douglas was gone again.
"I'm sorry, Grandpa. It's my fault you keep getting hurt..."
Emma curled up, sobbing.
"Is what Ethan gave you that important?" George, furious, stomped on the pendant and ashes.
Emma, in a frenzy, lunged at George, hitting and biting him.
The struggle was intense, and her loose T-shirt got pulled off, revealing half of her body.
George's eyes darkened. He'd been dreaming about Emma for days. Now she was right there, and he couldn't hold back.
But first, he wanted to clean her up.
George dragged Emma to the bathroom, pressing her onto the toilet. She tried to get up, but he pushed her back down.
"Don't move!"
George took off the showerhead, leaving just the hose.
"Let's get you cleaned up," he said, inserting the hose into her. The bubbly water gushed in. Emma fought hard, but George held her down tight. When she finally ran out of strength, he pulled out the hose and replaced it with his swollen member.
The warmth and tightness almost made him lose it right away.
He quickly moved to her lips.
Emma's lips were perfect for kissing, and George knew exactly how to make her melt. He kissed her deeply, hitting all the right spots, making her tongue go numb.
Emma felt dizzy from the kiss, her weak body collapsing onto the wet bathroom floor.
George turned on the hot water in the tub and pulled her in with him.
The water gently caressed her as George moved, the sensation almost too much to bear.
He kissed her swollen lips lightly, then casually pulled out a pair of handcuffs and a whip from the cabinet.
"Which one first? Let's go with this."
He had clearly planned this. He cuffed her arms behind her back and pressed her down beside his legs. His thick member entered her mouth.
"Suck it well," he said, caressing her cheek. "If you bite, Mia will suffer."
With that, he held her head and began thrusting.
It was Emma's first time, and she had no idea what she was doing. She just sucked, occasionally grazing him with her teeth.
George sighed and started instructing her. "Not like that. Relax your throat, good girl."
He gently thrust into her throat. Saliva dripped down her jaw, pooling on her breasts.
The sight and sensation drove him wild. He thought smugly, 'Look, Ethan, the Emma you wanted is now mine. She belongs to me!'
The thick member moved in and out of her soft, wet mouth, her slight swallowing almost pushing him over the edge.
He couldn't hold back and came in her mouth.
The milky white fluid filled her mouth, making her cough. It splattered on her face and chest. George smeared it on her chest and then licked it clean.
Her nipples hardened in his mouth, and her body trembled.
"You're so lewd, Emma."
Even as he spoke harshly, his actions were gentle.
He found her sensitive spots, gently kneading them.
His skillful touch made her dizzy, her body swelling with pleasure, almost reaching the edge.
"George..."
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