Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 38202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
And the man above me is its master.
“You can still go,” Mr. Rochester grates out, “and you need not worry about repercussions.”
Anxiety sweeps over me, and my fingers curl restlessly against the bed sheets.
Am I really going to do this, let a virtual stranger take my virginity?
I may have worked for Mr. Rochester’s company for years, but I’ve only been his P.A. for a few weeks and I’ve only met him in person for the first time just the other day.
No matter how you look at it, our circumstances can only make Constantin Rochester a stranger.
And yet here I am, half-naked on his bed, unable to jump on his last offer of safety.
“If I fuck you tonight, there’s no turning back. Everything will change, and I don’t bloody know how things will turn out. ” Mr. Rochester slowly lowers his body, just enough for me to feel the heavy twitching of his monstrous cock.
I bite back a moan.
“All I know is that I want you so badly right now...” Mr. Rochester grinds his crotch down on me harder.
Oh God.
“All I know is that if you say yes, I’m going to fuck you so damn hard you won’t be able to walk.” Mr. Rochester punctuates his words with a nudge of his cock against my clit, and my entire body lurches.
So good. So damn good. And I just know it’s going to better—-
“So what’s it going to be?”
There’s no other answer I can think of except for—-
“Yes.” I moan out my surrender.
And then it’s exactly what Mr. Rochester says it is, and everything changes.
Mr. Rochester abruptly moves away, and I almost cry out in confused protest when I hear him order harshly, “Get rid of the rest of your clothes. Now.”
Aaaaaaaaaah.
The commanding note of his voice is a huge turn on, and I find myself shakily hurrying to do his bidding. The jacket goes off first, and when I start wriggling my hips to get my skirt down my legs I catch sight of Mr. Rochester’s nostrils flaring—-
That’s when I notice how my breasts are jiggling with every movement I make, and heat explodes in my cheeks. “Stop making this more embarrassing,” I mutter.
“What’s there to be embarrassed about?” Mr. Rochester’s tone may be lazily amused, but the look in his eyes is nothing but. It’s intense and predatory, and I feel like a lamb about to be eaten—-
And I can’t wait for it to happen.
“You’re my woman now,” Mr. Rochester croons. “It’s my right to watch you undress.”
The possessive words make my fingers falter, and I croak out, “You’re s-such a Neanderthal.”
“And you, my beautiful Jane,” Mr. Rochester mocks, “are a liar. Do you think I don’t smell your desire from here? Do you think I don’t know you can’t wait for me to fuck you—-”
“S-shut up!” But my voice is weak and breathless, and I can’t help squirming in heightened consciousness as his sapphire gaze leisurely travels down my body.
Ooooh.
I have to clench my fists against the urge to cover myself. Except for the lace panties covering the triangle between my legs, I’m completely naked and I feel my whole body turning pink as his gaze lingers on my breasts and its pouting tips.
God. Oh God. I suddenly remember the way his mouth sucking on my nipple feels, and I instinctively press my legs together as I feel moisture threatening to gush out of me.
“You’re getting wet, aren’t you, Ms. Reed?” Mr. Rochester purrs.
“Fuck you.”
He throws his head back with a laugh. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He gaze moves down. “But we digress, Ms. Reed. It’s time to get rid of your last piece of clothing.” His voice lowers into an authoritative tone. “Now.”
And oh, intoxicated little fool that I am—-
I do what he asks.
In a second, my panties have joined my skirt on the floor and I’m completely naked. A sensual jolt strikes my body as Mr. Rochester rakes my nude body with his gaze.
Oh God.
Just one look, and it’s enough to make me go up in flames.
“Beautiful, my dear.”
Mr. Rochester’s whispered words make me press my legs harder together. It seems like everything he does and say is a turn on for me, and I hate it. Biting my lip, I mutter, “You’re still fully clothed.”
“I know. I’m hoping you can help with it.” When my head jerks up, Mr. Rochester only smiles and crooks a finger towards me. “Come here and undress me.”
Ooooooh.
“Now, Jane.”
And of course I find myself unable to resist this command either.
My legs threaten to crumble with every second that passes, and when I finally make it to my side I feel so dizzy and faint I’m seriously worried that I’ll pass out.
Mr. Rochester raises a brow, saying in mock surprise, “Why, Ms. Reed. It seems like you’re quite excited to see me naked—-”