DEDICATION

To my good girl reading this: By the time you're done, you'll understand the kind of power I wield. Consider this your first taste. Now, turn the page and let's get you wet.

For you. Read. Feel. Get wet.

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TRIGGER WARNING

Dear Reader,

**                 Before you immerse yourself in the passionate and complex world within these pages\, I want to provide a clear understanding of the content you will encounter. This story delves into a legally restricted relationship\, exploring the intense emotions and challenges that arise from such circumstances. You will find themes of deep connection\, undeniable attraction\, and the characters navigating boundaries both societal and personal.**

**                                                                          However\, it is crucial to be aware that this narrative also contains mature and potentially triggering content. This includes explicit depictions of sexual activity (smut)\, exploration of BDSM dynamics\, scenes of rough sex\, instances of violence\, and references to staking. These elements are integral to the characters' journeys and the complexities of their relationship.**

**                                         My intention in writing this story is to explore the nuances of desire\, power dynamics\, and the lengths individuals may go to for connection\, even when faced with significant obstacles. However\, I understand that these themes can be sensitive and potentially disturbing for some readers.**

**          Therefore\, please exercise caution and prioritize your well-being. If any of the aforementioned topics are known triggers for you\, I strongly advise against proceeding. Your comfort and safety are paramount.**

**                        By choosing to continue\, you acknowledge that you have been informed of the mature and potentially triggering nature of the content within. Please read responsibly and take care of yourself.**

\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~Thank you for considering this warning. I hope that those who                                                              choose to embark on this journey will find it compelling and thought-provoking.

Episode ~ 1

"It has been difficult to keep watching him go on blind dates. But what can he do it's his mother's wish. I so god-damn wish that there was less age gap between us buttttt........uhhhhhhhhhh."The crystal of the wine glass caught the light, swirling the amber liquid in lazy, hypnotic circles as Elora's gaze remained fixed on the imposing portrait across the room of Seven magnificent horses, rendered in rich oils. There was a mischievous look in her eyes.

The vast, ancient hall, steeped in generations of wealth, pulsed with the vibrant energy of a birthday celebration. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow on intricate carvings and age-old tapestries adorning the towering walls. Garlands of fresh flowers draped across gilded balconies, their fragrant perfume mingling with the rich scent of polished wood and fine food. Tables laden with delicacies sparkled under candlelight, while music echoed through the cavernous space, a lively contrast to the hall's silent history.

"what's up baby girl"

The deep, resonant timbre of his voice, laced with that familiar "baby girl," hit Elara like an unexpected wave. Her breath hitched, and the swirling wine in her glass momentarily stilled. A jolt, both electric and strangely comforting, shot through her. Her carefully constructed façade of tipsy confidence wavered, replaced by a raw, visceral reaction. It was a sound that bypassed her mind and went straight to something primal within her, a forgotten chord vibrating back to life after five long years of silence. Her eyes widened a flicker of disbelief and a sudden, undeniable awareness blooming in their depths.

**                                              was it him is it really him but he said its not possible for him to come before 11pm. "excuse me but do i know you." he watches her as her brow furrowed\, a delicate crease appearing between her eyes as she struggled to reconcile the familiar intimacy of his voice with the years that had passed. The confident smirk she'd worn just moments ago vanished\, replaced by a vulnerability that laid bare the unexpected intensity of her reaction. It was a face caught between recognition and uncertainty\, a silent question mark hanging in the air.**

And the only thing that was running in her mind was who is he.

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*  The lovely darkness of the winter night seemed to hug Elora, and her beautiful overcoat, a deep, rich color, kept her hidden and warm. You could only catch glimpses of the dress underneath, like a secret. Her long, dark hair flowed down, partly covering her face, which made her look even more interesting and a little mysterious in the soft, dim light of the party. It was a look that was both elegant and lovely. she was looking still looking like before but her eyes seems more naughty like planning something.

**                      The swirling masquerade made the man before her a mystery behind his stark black mask. She couldn't see his face\, but the intensely masculine and dominant feeling he exuded was unmistakable. It wasn't about seeing him; it was a deep\, almost instinctive awareness of his powerful presence. **

**                                                                             Her hand went up to take off his mask\, wanting to see who this intense man was. But he moved away. She tried again and again\, this time\, his large\, warm hand caught hers. His fingers\, long and strong\, wrapped around her wrist with a firm yet surprisingly gentle grip. Leaning close\, his breath warm on her ear\, he whispered\, "What's the rush\, babygirl?"**

**                                                                                A raw fury ignited in Elora's eyes. No one\, no one\, dared to touch her in that possessive\, intimate way before – a realization that sent a fresh wave of conflicting emotions crashing through her. Seizing the opportunity of his momentary closeness\, she stomped down hard on his foot\, the sharp heel finding its mark. A grunt escaped him\, and in that instant of distraction\, she yanked his black feathered mask away.**

**              The reveal was immediate\, but fleeting. Before she could fully register the face she hadn't seen clearly in five years\, his large\, rough hand clamped over her eyes\, effectively plunging her into darkness. The unexpected contact\, the contrast of his calloused skin against her delicate eyelids\, sent a jolt of pure sensation\, sharp and electric\, shooting straight down her spine. The anger in her eyes warred with a sudden\, involuntary tremor that ran through her\, a confusing mix of outrage and a deeply buried\, undeniable awareness of his touch. The game had escalated\, the stakes suddenly feeling much higher.**

**                                                                               He leaned in again\, his breath a warm whisper against her ear\, the earlier sensuality now edged with a familiar teasing tone. "Only five years\, and you forget your own brother\, little sister?" Then\, surprisingly\, his other hand came up\, his thumb and forefinger playfully pinching her cheeks. He finally removed the hand from her eyes\, revealing his face fully.**

**                                                                                            I blinked\, a wave of surprise washing over her initial fury. christian? Her brother? He had never been this openly affectionate\, this teasingly familiar. A deep frown creased her brow. The possessive touch\, the husky whispers\, the way he had looked at me just moments ago – none of it aligned with the aloof older brother she remembered. The confusion was quickly overshadowed by a surge of pure\, unadulterated anger. Sister? After that intimate touch\, that charged atmosphere? The audacity of it! Her jaw clenched\, the surprise morphing into a simmering rage. This wasn't the reunion i had anticipated\, and the brotherly term felt like a deliberate\, infuriating mockery. *

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The sharp retort of her "I don't know you, sir" hung in the air for a beat, the tension between them a palpable thing amidst the surrounding revelry. Before christian could fully respond, a booming voice cut through the noise. "Alright everyone, gather 'round! Time for the birthday boy to make a wish!"

Heads turned, and a small crowd began to coalesce around a lavishly decorated cake being wheeled into the hall, its twenty-eight flickering candles casting a warm glow on the surrounding faces. Liam's attention was momentarily diverted, a polite smile automatically forming on his lips.

Elora used the opportunity to subtly distance herself. The frustrating confusion of their earlier encounter had solidified into a fierce determination. She wouldn't let him dismiss their connection as a mere brotherly jest.

As Christian stood before the cake, a polite murmur rippling through the guests as he closed his eyes, Elora's gaze remained fixed on him, a predatory glint replacing the earlier vulnerability. The sweet scent of frosting filled the air, a deceptive innocence that belied the bold, sensual intent now burning within her. This cake cutting wasn't an end; it was merely a brief pause before she seized control and showed him exactly how much she "didn't know" him. The anticipation of what she was about to do sent a thrill, sharp and undeniable, through her.

The last flicker of the birthday candles died down as Christian blew out the flames, a polite round of applause erupting from the guests. His eyes flickered across the crowd, catching Elora's. He offered a small, almost questioning smile, the earlier teasing glint still lingering.

Elora didn't return it. Instead, her gaze locked onto his, a silent, intense message passing between them that was anything but sisterly, no no no. As the crowd began to disperse, drawn by the promise of more drinks and conversation, Elora made her move. With a deliberate grace that belied the sudden urgency she felt, she approached him, her hand reaching out not for his hand in a polite greeting, but for the lapel of his expensive jacket.

"Christian," she said, her voice low and husky, the earlier frustration replaced by a determined sensuality. "There's something I need to show you." Her fingers tightened slightly on his jacket, pulling him ever so subtly in the opposite direction of the remaining guests. Her eyes, dark and Intent, held a silent promise that she intended to create, a stark contrast to the sugary sweetness of the birthday cake that had just been cut. The game was far from over; in fact, it was just beginning, and this time, Elora was making the rules.

Christian's eyebrows rose slightly, a flicker of intrigued surprise replacing the polite party smile. He didn't resist as Elora's grip on his lapel tightened, her pull surprisingly firm. He allowed himself to be steered away from the lingering well-wishers, his gaze fixed on her determined face. A slow, knowing smile began to play on his lips, the playful teasing from earlier returning, but now laced with a tangible anticipation.

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