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I lift the hem of the top and pull it over my head, showing him what he wants: my naked breasts. I then slide my panties down my legs.
The second I do, the door pushes open and Marguerite comes in, stopping at the entrance when she sees she’s intruded on us. I grab the sheet and shield myself.
“Come back in twenty minutes,” Vincent says to her. His expression is the same. Stern.
“Of course, I’m so sorry,” she apologizes. I don’t look at her as she leaves.
Vincent turns his attention back to me and moves the sheet away from my breasts. “Get on your hands and knees.”
I do as he says, watch him as he gets on the bed behind me and takes out his cock.
He runs his fingers over my ass and gives the cheeks a firm squeeze before tracing a line down to my pussy. Of course, just like all the other times I’ve been in the presence of this man, my body reacts to him, betraying me.
Wanting him.
“Naughty Bellezza, always wet for me…” he taunts, sliding two fingers into my passage.
My traitorous body loves it, awakening at the memory of us at The Dark Odyssey.
I turn my gaze forward when his tongue licks over my pussy lips and then over my clit. He holds my ass firm so he can press his tongue right into me. I moan from the pleasure. The sound of me moaning seems to encourage him to give me more.
He does, licking and sucking over the hard nub of my clit. I already feel close to orgasm. When the fat head of his cock presses against my entrance, I’m there.
He plunges in, and I come straightaway, feeling the gush of wetness flow from me and coat the thick length of his cock as he claims me. I’m not given any time to catch my breath or recover. He just keeps going.
The grip he has on my hips tightens painfully when my passage adjusts to take the magnitude of his cock and he speeds up, fucking me hard. Fucking me so hard our skin slaps together and the sound of flesh hitting flesh fills the room. That and us. The sounds of us. I felt the moment when his control slipped and his body took over. It was the same time mine gave in to him. The moment primal instinct took over and surpassed whatever it is I want to tell myself about this crazy relationship we have. It took precedent and took over, making me move against him too.
Damn it, I can’t control myself. It’s just like the other night. There was a moment when it all became so raw and greedy, like we’d both been starving for each other. I’m sure that’s not true for him though. It can’t be. I’m sure he has his harem of women at his beck and call. The power of who he is, is one thing, but the man is gorgeous.
“Fuck,” he groans as his cock tenses inside me. It came as a response to me grinding back against him.
He catches my waist and holds me, so I stop, and he pounds harder, taking back control. It’s too much. Much too much. Worse than Friday. It’s like our bodies missed each other and this reunion is an explosive blast of ecstasy and passion.
I’m not surprised by the force of pure scandalous pleasure that takes me moments later that has me screaming. Not even just simply crying out. I scream, and I hope like hell Marguerite isn’t anywhere near the door or on the floor near the door outside.
Anyone out there would definitely hear us. My screams are filled with the kind of pleasure a woman would feel from a man who wants to possess her and make her his for real and not this… not this façade of what we’re doing.
He grunts his release, filling me with hot cum that feels so damn good as it sprays up into me. It feels good, and I’m so upset with myself for the thought and the moment I actually allowed myself to savor it.
I can’t want this… I can’t want him. I can’t allow myself to think this is anything other than fucking, no matter how my body responds to this man who is my enemy.
The reaction I’m having to him is not normal, not for someone like me, and as my hand smooths over my stomach while we calm, I know as bad as he is. He wouldn’t want me if he truly knew what happened to me.
I can’t give him control over me like that. I’ve never given it to anyone. As he pulls out of me, I harden my heart, the same way he does.
He slides off the bed, and I roll over and watch him move to the bathroom. He comes back with a wad of tissues seconds later, his pants pulled up, his face unchanged and emotionless. My gaze follows him as he sets it down on the bed next to me to wipe off his cum.
I do, pull my clothes back on, and chance looking at him.
He looks like it was nothing. He looks like it was all nothing while I’m left with this clash of emotions that’s threatening to push me over the fucking edge.
Since I’m not the kind of person who has sex on the regular, I’m not sure if this is a situation I’ll get used to until it will eventually be as meaningless as he treats it, or if it will be more for me.
That can’t happen.
He straightens and tenses his jaw.
“I’m going to be away all day. You are to keep to your quarters,” he says. It’s confirmation enough that he knows it was me who was watching last night.
