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Chapter 169

Lydia

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Her voice carried a hint of threat, but I wasn’t one to be afraid of such nutjobs. She took one step forward, crossing her hand over her chest, “I won’t be repeating this.”

I scrunched up my face and hurriedly took a step to the side, closing my nose with my hand. I threw a pointed look at her, genuinely curious how a human mouth can smell that bad.

She squinted, “Your breath stinks, don’t come close to me when you speak,” I warned, then walked past her. Before I got to the door, I felt a sharp pain in my head.

She tugged on my hair and pulled me back. I turned, removing her hand from my hair, and at once I flung her over my shoulders.

The pain in my head didn’t relieve me, but at least I taught her a lesson. She groaned on the floor, holding her waist and turning herself from side to side, but I wasn’t done yet.

I pulled her hair and tugged on it roughly; of course, she had to experience the same pain. She twisted her body trying to get out of my hold, but I tightened my grip, keeping her pinned on the floor. My hand collided with her cheeks.

With my hand still on her hair, I said, “I don’t care who your uncle is, but he’s one step away from losing his job for bringing someone like you here. This resort is for families to enjoy themselves, not for manhunt.

I stood straight and smoothed my gown, while she remained on the floor, spread over like trash.

I walked to the mirror, stood in front of it, and slowly calmed my beating heart. There was no trace that I had just beaten up anyone. I smiled and looked to the side to see the girl sitting on the floor, her eyes wide in shock and pain. I may look frail, but I’m not easily bullied.

I walked to the door, clutching my purse, and then reached for the doorknob. Then I stopped and turned around, “and again, that man is mine. The father of my kids, if you’d at least want to steal a man, don’t leave under a rock and do your research properly.”

Mason and I have been hot news for the past days, how could she have missed it? I shook my head at her stupidity, ignoring the clench of her fist by the side.

Once I opened the door, I saw Mason. His hand froze midair. I stepped out and quickly locked the door. His worried look morphed into a calm one when he saw me.

“I was beginning to get worried.” He confessed. I smiled at him.

“Did I stay that long?” I asked, feigning ignorance. That stupid blonde made me spend more time than I had planned. So it only made sense that Mason was worried.

“Maybe I was too impatient. Come here.” He said and led me by my hand back to the table. We spent the entire night there. Once we got to our room, I took off my dress and walked to the bathroom.

I stood at the mirror in front of me, and immediately turned on the tap and washed my face.

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I continued, feeling how the water calmed me down, before I turned around to face Mason, who entered the bathroom.

He was no longer in his shirt but now wearing his boxers, and damn his chest

“Mason dear,” I purrs seductively. “I was just freshening up. Care to join me?”

I stepped aside to give him a room at the sink.

He moved past me, and leaned in to kiss me, but I playfully turned my head and slapped his butt. “Not yet, big boy. Let’s get cleaned up first.” I said.

He chuckled and nodded, moving to stand next to me at the sink. He watched me as I washed my face, him in the reflection and me facing the mirror. Our eyes kept meeting in the glass, stealing glances at each other.

Once done, I stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over my body. Mason entered right after me, his muscular frame glistening under the spray. I leaned back against him as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close.

I reached up and ran my fingers through his wet hair, turning my head to kiss him deeply.

His hands roamed over my slick skin, one cupping my breast while the other slid down my stomach.

I moaned softly into his mouth as his fingers found my sensitive folds, teasing me with feather–light strokes.

Breaking the kiss, I turned in his arms to face him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down for another searing kiss, my tongue tangling with his.

My hips rocked against him as his hardness pressed against my belly. I could feel it growing stiffer by the second.

Wanting more, I dropped to my knees, my mouth level with his throbbing erection. I looked up at him through my lashes, a sultry smile playing at my lips. “Mason, I want to taste you,” I purred. “Will you let me pleasure you with my mouth?”

Mason didn’t answer; he glanced at me, a bit confused and concerned.

“Something must have happened, for you to react this way, Lydia. Is there anything bothering you.” He asked me, I could see the warmth in his eyes.

I sighed, bitch got on my nerves. Anyway I’m in the mood to get dirty with my man,“baby, please let me…” 1 said, blinking my eyes seducingly.

His eyes darkened with desire, and he nodded eagerly, running his fingers through my damp hair. “Please, Lydia,” he groaned. “Go ahead, I can’t say no to you, right?”

I grinned up at him before leaning in and flicking my tongue against the tip of his shaft. He shuddered, and I felt him swell even bigger. Feeling emboldened, I wrapped my lips around the head and suckled gently, my tongue lapping at the slit.

“Mmmm, you taste so good,” I moaned before taking more of him into my mouth. I bobbed my head, taking

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him deeper each time, letting him feel the heat of my throat. He groaned and fisted my hair, guiding me as I

sucked him.

“Oh fuck, Lydia,” he panted, his hips rocking slightly. “Your mouth feels so fucking good. Don’t stop, please.”

I kept going, loving the feeling of power as I brought all of him closer to the edge. His breathing grew more labored, and his grip on my hair tightened. I knew he was close.

“Lydia!” he cried out as he started to come. I quickly took him deep, swallowing every drop of his cum as it shot down my throat.

He slumped against the wall, his chest heaving as he came down from his high.

After a moment, he reached down and hauled me to my feet, capturing my mouth in a fierce kiss. “That was incredible,” he breathed against my lips. “But now it’s my turn to make you beg.”

With that, he spun me around and pressed me up against the wall, his hard body flush against my back. I felt his hand slip between my thighs, his fingers finding my aching center.

He teased me with slow strokes, not giving me enough friction to satisfy.

I whimpered and pushed back against him, trying to get him to go faster. “Please, Mason,” I begged breathlessly.

He was right when he said he would make me beg, and it was so fast. “I need more. I need you inside me.”

He obliged me then, sliding a finger deep inside my pussy. I gasped at the sudden intrusion but soon started rocking my hips against his hand, desperate for more.

He added another finger and began pumping them in and out, curling them to stroke my g–spot.

“Mason!” I cried out, pleasure building fast. “I’m going to come.”

“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged. “Come for me. Let me feel you.”

He bit down on my shoulder as he thrust his fingers faster, curling them hard against that sweet spot. It was too much, and I flew apart with a scream, my whole body convulsing as I came harder than I ever had before.

Mason held me close as I rode out my orgasm, his fingers continuing to work in and out of me until the last wave subsided. I went limp against him, spent and sated.

He turned me around to face him, a smug grin on his face. “You ok?” he asked.

I laughed breathlessly and nodded. “More than ok,” I replied. “That was amazing.”

“I know,” he said, then he kissed me, soft and sweet. “I love you, Lydia,” he murmured against my lips.

Which sent shivers against my body, paralysing me.

“I love you too,” I said back fiercely. “Forever and always.”

Sara Lili

Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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Lydia’s world was already a crumbling ruin long before she collapsed on the cold, bleach-slick tiles of Westgate Prison. She had been serving her sentence with quiet endurance, forcing herself to survive each monotonous day. Cleaning floors, enduring the harsh routine, and trying to numb her thoughts had become her way of life. But as she gripped the mop handle, her body betrayed her — dizziness washed over her, and before she could steady herself, the world went black.

When she regained consciousness, Lydia found herself lying on a thin mattress in the prison hospital. The sterile smell of disinfectant filled her lungs, and her head ached violently. A familiar figure stood by her bedside — Nurse Gloria, a kind-hearted woman often whispered about by the inmates for her compassion. Lydia had never personally interacted with her before; she preferred keeping her distance from everyone. But this time, she had no choice.

Gloria spoke softly, her voice calm and motherly. “You fainted during your shift,” she explained. Lydia, groggy and disoriented, nodded faintly. Fainting wasn’t unusual for prisoners — malnutrition, exhaustion, and stress were daily realities in Westgate. But Gloria’s next words didn’t fit the routine explanation. She leaned in, her tone serious and almost secretive. “I ran some tests to see why you collapsed.”

Lydia’s brows furrowed. Tests? The nurse’s expression made her heart race. Something was wrong. And then Gloria said it — words that hit Lydia like a lightning strike.

“You’re three months pregnant.”

For a moment, Lydia’s world went silent. The walls, the lights, the nurse — everything faded into a blur of disbelief. Pregnant? That couldn’t be right. Her throat went dry as she tried to process the impossible. Three months. Her hands instinctively flew to her stomach, pressing against the rough fabric of her prison uniform. There was nothing — no bump, no sign of life — yet Gloria’s certainty left no room for denial.

Lydia’s first reaction was refusal. “No,” she whispered. Her voice trembled. “That can’t be right.” But Gloria simply nodded, her expression heavy with empathy. “It’s right, Lydia. I double-checked the results myself.”

The truth settled like a stone in Lydia’s gut. The symptoms she’d ignored — the morning dizziness, the fevers, the missed periods — suddenly made sense. Deep down, she knew this was no mistake. Panic clawed at her chest as she realized what this meant. Her past — the one she’d buried so carefully since the day she was arrested — came rushing back. The man she had loved, the night she had tried to forget, the betrayal that had shattered her life.

Tears burned in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall in front of Gloria. She couldn’t afford weakness here. Her voice was barely a whisper when she pleaded, “Please… you can’t tell anyone. No one can know about this.”

Gloria studied her for a long moment. Lydia could see the internal conflict behind the nurse’s eyes — between her duty to report and her compassion for the broken woman before her. Finally, Gloria sighed softly and nodded. “I won’t say a word,” she promised. Relief washed over Lydia like a wave, but it was fleeting. Gloria wasn’t finished. “But you have to promise me something too. You’ll come back for regular checkups. No skipping, no excuses. You and the baby need to be monitored. Do you understand?”

Lydia nodded mutely, emotion choking her voice. She didn’t trust herself to speak. The nurse gave her hand a gentle squeeze before stepping away to inform the guards that Lydia needed rest.

The walk back to her cell felt endless. Two guards flanked her on either side, but she barely noticed them. Her mind was spinning, replaying Gloria’s words over and over — three months pregnant. Each repetition felt like a hammer blow. She stumbled into her cell, collapsing onto the thin, creaky cot. The metal door slammed shut behind her, sealing her inside with the suffocating truth.

She stared at the ceiling for a long time before curling up on her side. Her trembling hands hovered over her stomach, fear twisting in her chest. She could barely keep herself alive in this place — how could she protect an unborn child? Westgate wasn’t meant for fragile things. It was a graveyard of hope, a place that crushed even the strongest spirits. What kind of life could she possibly give her baby behind these bars?

The tears she had fought earlier now spilled freely, sliding down her cheeks as silent sobs wracked her body. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, as if she could shield the tiny life inside her from the cruelty of the world beyond her cell walls.

For the first time in years, Lydia prayed. Not for freedom, not for revenge — just for strength. For the chance to protect this unexpected child growing inside her.

As she turned her hand, the faint glint of her wedding band caught her eye. The ring mocked her, its shine a cruel reminder of the life she had lost. Three months ago, everything had been perfect — or so she thought. Her marriage had felt like a fairy tale. Even though her in-laws despised her, she had still believed love could conquer everything. Her husband had been her safe haven, her anchor.

Until the night everything fell apart.

The memory was sharp and unforgiving — flashing lights, police sirens, his face twisted in disgust as she was dragged away in handcuffs. The betrayal in his eyes had hurt worse than the accusation itself. That image haunted her still, burned into her mind like a scar that would never fade.

Now, lying in that cold, dim cell, Lydia finally understood how deep her despair ran. The baby inside her was both a curse and a fragile glimmer of hope. A connection to the man she once loved — and the life she could never return to.

As exhaustion finally claimed her, her last thoughts were of him — the man she’d once trusted more than anyone. His expression, full of hatred and disbelief, was the last thing she saw before the darkness took her again.

And for the first time, Lydia realized she wasn’t just a prisoner anymore. She was a mother — trapped in a place where love and life were luxuries no one could afford. But no matter what, she silently vowed: she would find a way to protect her baby, even if it meant fighting the entire world from behind these bars.