Hinovel
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“This is what you want right Mirabel. Isnt it?” He murmured, his hands gently rubbing my body, it looked soft and warm. He choked my neck to the bed, my heart raced and beats after than usual. “Yes I do keep going" i whispered into his ears. He spanked my a**ss, I moaned, he dipped his hands into my wet pu**sy, he slowly dipped it in and out, a moan escaped my throat. I moaned and held his big di**k, he touched my b**bs and massaged them slowly. “Should we do this, do you want us?” I could feel his warm breath on me, his words laced and scared me. “Yes, let’s do this" I whispered silently rubbing his d**k harder I could also hear him moan. “I will make you forget that cheater” he whispered into my ears. I smiled, he choked me again and he slowly used his hands to rub his d**k on my clitoris and slowly dipped it into my p**sy, I moaned and held the bed tightly trying not to scream. . . . . Due to the betrayal of her boyfriend for cheating on her with her friend at work, Mirabel slept with her father’s ex and didnt know.
001
MIRABEL
“No way! Why would you f**k my friend on the night of the Best Surgeon Award ceremony?” I screamed, my voice echoing down the hospital’s storage hallway.
Andrew froze, his shirt half-buttoned, Aliana standing behind him looking just as guilty. I wanted to vomit.
“No way you were probably going to get chosen anyway,” Andrew mumbled, then shoved past me and stormed out of the room.
I stood there, blinking like an idiot, my heart crashing in my ears. Maybe this was a dream. Maybe if I closed my eyes—
I shut them tightly and opened them again.
Nope. Still real. Still a nightmare.
“Aliana!” I screamed.
She stumbled after Andrew, fixing her hair and avoiding my gaze like the coward she was.
I couldn’t bear it—the sight of her, the betrayal, the humiliation. My legs moved before I could stop them, running down the hall, out the hospital doors, into the parking lot.
“Jeez, that damn ugly thing!” I snarled, throwing a punch at the nearest car window.
The glass shattered under my fist with a loud crack.
“Oh my God…” I gasped, dropping my bag in shock. My hands flew to my mouth. “Damn it! I thought it was my car!”
The door flung open.
A tall man in a dark jacket stepped out, fury all over his handsome face. He grabbed my wrist tightly, looking down at the shattered glass.
“What the hell did you do to my car?” he snapped, his voice sharp.
I shivered in fear. “Oh no—I’m sorry! I swear! I thought it was mine!” I babbled, blinking up at him.
His angry eyes softened just slightly when he noticed my bleeding knuckles. I winced as I looked down at them too.
“You’re hurt,” he said, the anger in his tone fading.
Without thinking, I reached up and touched a scratch on his cheek where some of the glass had nicked him. “You’re bleeding too…”
He caught my hand gently and held it away from his face.
“I’m a doctor,” I stammered. “I can treat it.”
His lips twitched into a smirk. He lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed my knuckles, soft and slow.
“These hands seem too soft and warm to belong to a surgeon,” he murmured.
I rolled my eyes. “Just like my cheating boyfriend said to me. Damn him to hell.”
He chuckled—a deep, rich sound that made my knees wobble.
“I’m serious. Your hands… they’re beautiful.”
We locked eyes. Heat crackled in the space between us. Before I knew it, I closed the distance and kissed him.
At first, he froze. Then he kissed me back—harder, deeper, his hands gripping my waist.
“Should we do this?” he whispered against my lips, his breath hot.
“Yes,” I breathed, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.
He paused, looking deep into my eyes. “You can either come home with me tonight… or stay here thinking about that idiot. Your choice.”
I didn’t answer with words.
Instead, I rushed to his car, opening the passenger door and sliding inside, giving him the clearest signal he could ever ask for.
He smirked, started the engine, and I reached over, touching him boldly through his pants. His cock twitched under my palm.
By the time we reached his house, the tension between us was unbearable.
The door slammed shut behind us. He pinned me lightly against the wall, lifting me effortlessly, kissing me with raw hunger.
I moaned into his mouth as he dropped me just long enough for me to rip open his belt.
He grabbed my face, forcing me to look into his eyes.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, voice low, dangerous.
“I want you to bang me hard,” I gasped. “Harder than he ever could.”
He pulled off his shirt in one move. “Let me show you what it’s like to be with a real man.”
He pushed me down onto the couch, stripping me of my panties in a quick, easy move. He freed himself, his cock thick and ready, and slid into me in one hard, smooth thrust.
I cried out, my back arching.
“F**k, you feel so good,” he whispered against my ear, thrusting deep, hitting spots Andrew never even knew existed.
My moans grew louder, higher. “Oh f**k, oh shit, yes, please…”
“That’s it, baby,” he grunted, pounding harder, faster. “Take it all. You’re wrapped so tight around me… perfect.”
His body trembled as he reached his peak. He bit down lightly on my shoulder as we both crashed over the edge together, our bodies convulsing in sync.
When it was over, he kissed the side of my neck, trailing his lips down my collarbone, holding me close.
The next morning, I woke up tangled in expensive sheets, sore in places I forgot existed.
He was already awake, shirtless, making coffee in the open-plan kitchen.
“Oh my God… he looks hot,” I mumbled to myself, pulling the blanket tighter around me.
He turned and smiled when he saw me. “Come downstairs for breakfast.”
I slid out of bed and reached for my panties, flashing back to the night before—how fast everything had happened, how good it had felt.
“Urrghh… oh my goodness,” I whispered, mortified.
He caught my hand as I grabbed my clothes. “Come wash up first.”
I darted into the bathroom, taking the quickest shower of my life. Halfway through, he knocked and passed me my panties with a lazy grin.
After dressing, I hurried downstairs.
The kitchen smelled like fresh coffee and pancakes.
“He seems like a sweet man,” I thought. “And rich, too.”
He placed a plate in front of me and sat across the table. “I live alone. Just me and my son. So feel free to relax.”
I smiled politely, shoveling food into my mouth just so I could leave faster.
“Let me have your number. And your CashApp,” he said casually.
I dropped the tea cup with a soft clink, startled. “CashApp? Why?”
He shrugged and pulled out a thick wad of cash. “Or you want cash instead?”
I stared at the pile of money, my pride burning.
“Look here,” I said coldly. “I’m not a slut. It just happened. Let’s pretend it never did, okay?”
I grabbed my bag and stormed to the door.
He ran after me, blocking my exit. “Listen—I don’t even know you.”
“I don’t know you either!” I snapped back. “Exactly why this should end now.”
He softened. “We don’t have to pretend it didn’t happen. Just tell me your name.”
I hesitated.
“Come on,” he coaxed gently.
“Mirabel,” I said finally, sighing.
He smiled warmly. “Nice name. Can I at least drive you home?”
“No, I’m fine,” I muttered, slipping past him.
I walked down the road alone, stopping a cab. As I rode away, the events of the past 24 hours hit me all at once.
“Snap out of it, Mirabel,” I whispered. “You’re an adult. Crazy nights happen.”
When I got home, I dumped my bag and immediately took another long shower, scrubbing off the memory of everything.
I cooked a quick meal just to keep my mind busy.
My phone rang just as I sat down to eat. It was my boss.
I hesitated, then picked up.
“Get to the hospital. Now,” he barked—and hung up.
I stared at my phone, stunned.
“What now?” I muttered, dragging myself upstairs to get ready.