The Chateau (Chateau #1) Read Online Penelope Sky

Categories Genre: Dark, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Chateau Series by Penelope Sky
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
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My hands glided up his back as I pulled him closer to me, feeling a fullness between my legs that made me moan with hot breath. My hands dug into the backs of his shoulders as I secured him on top of me, feeling the chemistry between our wet bodies ignite and explode.

My ankles locked around his waist, and I enjoyed the first pleasure I’d received since coming to this terrible place. This man was my savior, the one looking over my shoulder when I forgot to check myself. He had my back when I only had my front. He was always there for me, keeping me alive, saving my ass when I thought it couldn’t be saved again. He gave me everything, selflessly.

He was the reason I would get out of here.

He was the reason my fate had been different from the others who weren’t so lucky.

He was the reason…for everything.

He closed his eyes and groaned as he felt me, his dick deep inside me, surrounded by the wetness that my body produced in copious amounts. Without a single kiss or touch to my clit, he made me soaking wet. He opened his eyes and looked down into my face as he started to thrust, pushing fully inside before he pulled out again, moaning every single time like he couldn’t believe how good I felt.

My nails clawed at his body, and I breathed against his mouth, feeling his chest hair moving between my tits, feeling his body heat thaw me like I was next to a fire in the hearth. My ankles yanked on his ass as he moved inside me, pulling him a little deeper, wanting as much of him as my body could handle.

His hand moved into the back of my head, and he fisted the strands, tilting my chin up so he could kiss my neck, smothering me with hot kisses from his hungry lips. His mouth moved between my tits, and he kissed me everywhere, enjoying my body like it was flawless, like I was the most desirable woman in the world.

My nails dug into his flesh, and I held on to his frame, getting lost in the haze of desire, of sweaty and sensual sex, of the way he made me feel good when I’d felt so bad for so long. The passion was hot as a fire, like it was the first time we’d given in to our desire, but our bodies were so in sync, it was as if we’d been lovers for years.

He raised his head then moved his arms behind my knees, pinning me back so he could thrust into me while looking down at my face, pumping his dick inside me deep and hard, with full and long strokes.

My hands held on to his arms, and I bit my bottom lip as I looked into his face above me, seeing the flushed color of his beautiful skin, the potent desire in his expression. Uncontrollable pants came from my lips, and then I writhed. “Yes…yes.”

He lay beside me on his back, his hand resting on his chest, naked because we’d never gotten under the sheets. His eyes were on the ceiling, his mood dark once more after our passion was over. His hair was messy from where I’d fingered it, and his powerful chest rose and fell gently because his breathing had returned to normal minutes ago.

I lay beside him, the sheets pulled to my shoulder because I was cold once he was gone.

He didn’t show affection. He didn’t hold me close. It was back to how it was before—coldness.

He sat up and got out of bed.

I watched him stand straight and start to dress, sheathing his strong body in the clothes, his beautiful skin disappearing underneath his uniform. The cloak was the last piece of clothing, and he secured it in place like nothing had happened.

I didn’t expect him to stay. He couldn’t sleep there, not when people would assume where he spent his night. I didn’t wait for a kiss goodbye or an affectionate touch, because I knew that night was a one-time thing.

He had to be a one-time thing.

He sat in the chair again and pulled on his gloves.

I sat at the edge of the bed, and even though he’d already seen me naked, I covered my body with the sheet. “Can I bring something with me?”

He finished with his gloves then regarded me coldly, like the heat of our passion didn’t thaw his heart.

I grabbed the book by the edge. It was my bible. It was the story that mirrored my own, that made me feel connected to someone outside the four walls of this cell. It gave me hope when I was alone.

He eyed it in my hands before he lifted his gaze and looked at me again.


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