Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 95144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“She might make you.”
“I…I…I don’t think she would. And again, what does it matter? Because we won’t get far.”
“It does matter.”
“Why?”
Because I’d made an oath that I would have to keep. “When Magnus asked to have her accompany him during his trips to Paris, I granted it with a condition. If she runs—I’ll kill him. It’s in my best interest to give her no incentive to do that.”
Her eyes dropped as she fidgeted with her fingers.
“I’m sorry.”
She lifted her eyes and looked at me again. “She wouldn’t have to run…if you let her go.”
Under no circumstances could I do that—because I would lose Melanie too. I turned back to my laptop and went back to work. Her final words hung in the air, echoing unanswered.
She stood there for a while, her gaze burning into my face with fierce hope. But she eventually gave up and walked away.
I had her at the edge of the bed, thrusting inside her until I hit my release, giving a loud moan in satisfaction. My desire for her figure never expired. She brought me so much satisfaction, but also constant need. Some was never enough. All of her was more, but still fell short. My dick remained hard time and time again, when for other women, it went soft after the first round.
I stayed inside her as I slipped my fingers to her back entrance.
“Whoa…” She immediately arched her back and grabbed on to my arms. “What are you doing?” Passion left her eyes as she considered my intentions.
“Getting you ready.” Two fingers were inside her, pulsing, forcing her to stretch.
With her knees pushed up against her sides, she lay there and breathed, her skin slightly sweaty even though she was only lying there while I did all the work—not that I minded. Trepidation was bright in her eyes, a look I hadn’t seen since our first night together in the cabin.
“Chérie?” I held myself over her with one arm, my hard dick inside her, my wet fingers inside her, forcing her tightness to expand.
She breathed hard at my ministrations then gave a shake of her head.
Instead of pulling my fingers away, I brought our faces close together.
“I’m just not…into that.”
“But you’ve never tried it.”
“Well…you barely fit inside me as it is.”
I fit inside every woman I’d taken before. Melanie was no different. “I’ve never really made love to you if I haven’t made love to all of you. It will hurt, but it’ll get easier. I’ll be gentle and slow.”
Hesitation was still in her eyes.
“Then, one day, you’ll like it.”
Her blue eyes shifted back and forth as she looked into mine.
She had all the power in this situation, so if she said no, I’d remove my fingers and try again at a later time. But I hoped she would trust me enough to at least try.
“Is this a French thing?” she whispered.
“It’s common.”
“Okay…”
Shivers ran through my muscles before I started to thrust inside her once again, getting her to relax once more, to get back into the moment. Two fingers turned to three. Breaths turned to moans. Heat rose to the ceiling.
Soaked to the base, I pulled out my dick and removed my fingers.
Gently, I pressed, getting my crown inside.
She gave a slight cry as she grimaced.
I stopped, gave her a moment, and kept going.
She clawed her nails deep into my flesh, nearly puncturing the skin and drawing blood. She breathed harder as she took more, panting in pain as I slid inside, her skin tinting red. Tears formed in her eyes when I was halfway.
I paused as I looked down at her, more aroused than I’d ever been. She was stronger than she gave herself credit for. Tears shone in the corners of her eyes and slid down her cheeks as her lips panted with deep breaths. “Chérie, tell me to stop, and we stop.” I didn’t want to pull my dick out, not when it already felt right, not when I knew what we would have if she allowed it to happen. But I would—in a heartbeat.
“It’s okay…”
I moved farther inside, getting my dick sheathed to the base.
She breathed louder and harder, holding on to me, more tears coming.
Then I started to move, slow and easy, making love to her asshole as I watched her cry. “Chérie, tu es si belle…”
Fifteen
Magnus
Melanie
He seemed to understand how much it hurt because the next two days were filled with massages, kisses, and sexual fantasies just for me. He ate whipped cream and strawberries off my body before he made love to my pussy with his mouth. Sometimes he would have me sit on his face, and he would go for hours, making me feel good, doing things just for me since I’d done something just for him.
It made it worth it.
The sun had just set, and I was in the Olympic-size pool in the backyard. Gilbert had brought me drinks and snacks on a tray, so I snacked while I splashed around. The sun faded, but it was still warm. The lights from his gardens came on at the moment the sun set, and I could see the acres of his property that looked like a public park. My arms rested on the edge of the pool, and I stared at the view, unable to believe I lived in such an estate. The only experience I had with places like this was in the movies, and even then, they paled next to the real thing.