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“Not before me.” Her raspy words surprise me, turning me on even more.
I slap what I can reach of her bare ass. “You’ll come when I tell you to.” I reach around her waist, finding her clit. I finger it as I thrust into her.
Her pussy locks tight around me, milking my cock. She’s so close and so am I but I won’t let her come till she asks for it.
I pinch her clit between my forefinger and thumb, keeping my cock buried in her and I hold like that, leaving her panting with frustration. “You want to come, pretty girl?”
“Yes. God, yes! Let me come already.”
“Beg for it.”
Her face tips over her shoulder, a look of desperation shooting from her glazed-over eyes. “Are you serious?”
I move, just a tiny bit, pulling my cock back then thrusting it into her, still holding her clit. “What do you think.”
“You, sir, are infuriating. Please, Nikolaos. Let me come!”
It’s the first time I’ve heard my name on her pretty pink lips. It makes my balls tighten, the cum ready for the climax growing in my core. I can’t hold back any longer, she just turns me on so fucking much. Everything she does, every sexy little breath she pants out. I rub her clit, moving my hips, gyrating against her as I fuck her, hard and fast, bringing her to her peak of pleasure.
She locks down on me like a vise, her hand reaching behind her, grabbing at me, tugging on my shirt. “Oh my God. Nikolaos!”
She says my name again and I fucking lose it. I grab her hips, holding her as close to me as I can, buried as deeply inside of her as I can be. My cock gives a hard twitch, cum shooting from me, filling her pussy with my seed.
I lean down, moving her hair from her face, my mouth finding hers. I lean over her, kissing her, my tongue claiming her mouth as my body has just claimed hers. Something passes between us in that kiss, that strange burning returning to my chest, my empty core aching as if my desires haven’t just been fulfilled.
I pull away so I can look at her. Her eyes turn up to meet mine, that invisible energy that binds us holding our gazes together. Neither of us mentions the fact we didn’t use a condom.
Again.
Let the chips fall where they may.
11
Charlie
I can’t believeI let him do this again. Not that he seemed like he’d be taking no for an answer, but to have unprotected sex with him again? What on earth is wrong with me? Is my self-respect so low that I would let him use me like this?
Or do I just want a baby so darn bad I’m willing to risk anything to get there. My only comfort? I haven’t gotten my period since… the incident. So I’m safe. Right?
Gawd. What was I thinking?
The truth? The cold hard truth? I wasn’t thinking at all. My brain, my mind, had nothing to do with what happened. It was all my body’s doing. My body and that darn little pink she-devil on my shoulder, begging me to beg him to make me come. I was so wet, dripping wet for him, when he dipped his fingers inside me, I almost burst right then and there.
His touch, his body, heck, that woodsy scent that he carries with him. I can’t resist him. But he’s a dangerous man. One I shouldn’t be involved with. And there’s the small matter of the scream I heard and whatever is going on at the boathouse.
Regardless of the mistake I just made, I still want to know what is going on here on Dark Island. I could leave; I’m sure he would let me if I asked. Or I could stay.
I’m going to investigate. Once I put my mind at ease that there’s nothing to report back to the family, I’ll leave. And if I leave with a baby in my belly, so be it. I know what I just did was reckless and irresponsible, but it’s done.
I’ll wait till it’s dark outside. Then, I’ll sneak out, go to the boathouse, and see what I can find. I take a quick shower, scrubbing him from between my thighs. I dress in clean, comfy clothes. What time is it? It’s not even noon. What to do with my day?
As if reading my mind, Gracie comes floating by the open bedroom door, peeking her head into the room. She adjusts her glasses’ frames. “Miss Charlie! Is there anything I can do for you?”
I think of those creamy chocolate crepes I had for breakfast. The Beauties would love those at our next Beauties Brunch. “May I speak with the chef? If he’s not too busy?”
“Of course! Follow me.” She leads me down to the big commercial kitchen in the back wing of the castle. Chef Remy is standing behind an enormous stainless steel island, rolling out dough.
I make a few minutes of small talk with Remy, working up the courage to ask a favor. “I’d love to see if there’s a way to have some of your crepes shipped to the city for an event I’m having. They were so delicious, and I know my friends would love them.”
