AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Can you find your way back to your room?” he asked, taking a step backward.
He looked like he wanted to run from the kitchen, and I certainly would not stop him, even though I wasn’t entirely sure that I wouldn’t get lost again on my own.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
He swallowed and then flicked his tongue over his lips. “Don’t forget that we’re going to town in the morning after breakfast.”
After he left, I sat on the counter with my bare ass exposed and a small amount of blood trickling from my lower lip. The sensation served as a stark reminder that my body was no longer mine alone; it was now dedicated solely to carrying his child.
Chapter8
Sebastian
Ibarely slept all night. My cock ached for Belle, and fuck, did I want to walk across this fucking castle and force her legs open. Instead, I laid in bed staring at the ceiling in frustration, pissed off at myself. Pretty fucking pathetic. The worst partwas I tried to convince myself that the kiss meant nothing, but my dam could only hold back so many lies before it broke. Soft and sweet like candy, her lips were. It took me by surprise, and my body reacted like a savage. Did I mean to leave a drop of blood on her lips? No, but that was the beast in me clawing its way to the surface. The image of her sitting on that island in nothing but my shirt sent me into a frenzy of hunger that haunted me all night long.
As I sat up in bed, I squinted at the morning sun’s bright rays that streamed into my room. Ignoring them, I grabbed my laptop and checked to see if my doctor had responded to my messaged from two days ago. Despite Switzerland’s world-class hospitals and medical facilities, I preferred to consult my trusted doctor in New York, whom I’d been seeing for over a decade. There was no one else I trusted to know about the situation with Belle, so I happily paid for the service and his flight. I wanted him to run a few drug and STD tests on Belle before I got intimate with her. When I asked her about her sexual history, she was evasive, leaving me uncertain about her past experiences.
Seeing that he’d responded, I took a moment to set up his first-class flight, and then tried to tackle the other emails in my inbox, but it was too damn hard to concentrate on working with my cock throbbing like it was. Those damn lips of hers tasted too good. I needed some relief.
I closed my computer and headed straight for the shower. I didn’t even waste time trying to avoid it. The moment I was under the spray of water, I palmed myself, stroking long and slow as I allowed my mind to run wild.
I thought about her pretty little mouth and how good it would look wrapped around my cock. She’d be on her knees, looking up at me with fire in her eyes as she took me into the back of her throat. But I wouldn’t come there. No, I’d fill her up, emptying my seed into her, breeding her. Then I’d make her come again after I filled her up, slipping my tongue into her mouth while I worked my fingers against her clit.
I imagined her moaning my name, then I came hard, making a mess on the shower wall that was quickly washed away. It was satisfying, but not nearly enough. I knew she was probably in bed right now, wearing just my shirt, so my hand could never be enough. I wanted to spread her legs and bury myself inside of her tight heat right this moment, but I couldn’t. I didn’t know her, and I had to be sure she was clean first.
More than that, the overwhelming urge to fuck her was a bit of shock and gave me pause. I’d been around women at work functions since Charlotte passed, but none of them had this effect on me. Desire was one thing, but I was hard as a rock as the mere thought of Belle. She had a power over me. I didn’t like it one bit.
No, it wasn’t right. I didn’t want to enjoy fucking her. She was just a vessel, a way to get want I wanted. Her whole purpose was to take my seed and pop out a baby, preferably a boy.
She didn’t mean anything to me and she’dnevermean anything to me.
I dressed quickly, donning the freshly pressed black slacks that Barclay had laid out for me in my walk-in closet. As I snapped the gold latch of my watch in place and smoothed back my hair, I steeled myself for the upcoming shopping trip. The less time I spent with Belle, the easier it would be for me to maintain my distance. Though I had only agreed to accompany her into town for one reason, I would have otherwise left the task of getting my little dirty girl a new wardrobe to Barclay. The only reason I frequented a particular private shop was because of its exclusivity. As I strode toward the kitchen, I halted in my tracks when I caught sight of Belle waiting for me there.
“The staff said you usually eat breakfast here,” she said as she twisted her body in a shy way.
I frowned, annoyed. We weren’t a fucking couple. We didn’t need to eat together. I ignored her and sat down, opening the newspaper as Barclay sat a plate of eggs in front of me. I sipped my coffee and told myself not to even look at her. But it was a losing battle. Focusing on the business pages as she sat across from me, slurping orange juice through a straw disoriented me, I found myself re-reading the same damn paragraph more than once, like an idiot. I cleared my throat and glued my eyes on the tiny black ink in front of me, but fuck, I couldn’t even manage for more than a few seconds. She slurped again, this time clearly intending to piss me off as the straw scraped the bottom of the glass. I lowered the paper until our gazes met, and like a little brat she was, a small smile tugged at the corner of her fucking sweet lips. She was killing me.
“Do you need me to bring the car around?” Barclay asked, and I was happy for the distraction. I didn’t need to keep staring at her like some kind of lovesick teenager. What the hell was wrong with me?
“No, I’ll drive.”
Belle gasped. “You drive?”
“Yes. Most adults do.”
“Well, yeah. But you…”
“What?”
She shrugged. “You just don’t seem like you do much of anything for yourself.”
I didn’t know how offended I should have been by her comment, so I just shot her a stern look and finished my coffee.
After breakfast, Belle trailed me outside, and I couldn’t help but notice her attire—a sweater and leggings paired with unremarkable boots that were hardly suitable for winter. Resolving to update her wardrobe, I made a mental note to start with a heavy coat in town. Of course, my concern was solely for my future child’s well-being, not Belle’s.
She got into the passenger seat of my new electric car and looked around with wide-eyed fascination as she ran her hands over everything. The dashboard, the console, the leather seat. There was something so innocent about it. It was cute.
She was cute.
