Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 148397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 742(@200wpm)___ 594(@250wpm)___ 495(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 742(@200wpm)___ 594(@250wpm)___ 495(@300wpm)
Long, slow, deep, deep thrusts.
I couldn’t fight it.
Each rock wrapped me in warmth and comfort, making my blood sing with gentle arousal instead of burning lust.
Breaking the kiss, he whispered, “I’ll play along, Ily. I’ll do whatever it takes, but for now…I don’t care what the cameras record. I don’t care what Victor thinks. This might be the only time in my life I can have simple, innocent missionary, and I’m going to enjoy it. I’m going to make love to you, not fuck you. And I’m going to show you just how much you mean to me instead of making you scream.”
I cried out as his mouth claimed mine again.
He thrust with a worshipping rhythm—relentless and ruthless, full of respect and benediction.
If Victor asked why Henri made love to me like a husband instead of fucked me like a monster, we’d tell him this was goodbye.
Goodbye to the feelings between us.
Goodbye to the love Victor said was such a disease.
Wrapping my legs around his rocking hips, I hugged him ever so close.
We kissed, we moaned, we rocked, and writhed.
And when his lips pulled back and his cock thickened to an unbearable size inside me, he set my heart on fire.
“Come with me.” His hand burrowed between us, finding my clit and stroking me.
I gasped as his length stroked my G-spot, but I didn’t reach those soul-scratching heights. Didn’t tangle fear with lust or drown beneath right and wrong.
For the first time, sex between us was simple instead of savage, and it made me fall in so many other ways.
He rubbed me and made love to me, and when I came, the wakes and ripples felt exactly like a hazy summer’s day.
“I love you,” he groaned, his spine rolling, breath catching, cock rippling with his own summer-sweet release.
This man had driven me to the depths of despair and revealed parts of myself I would never have been brave enough to explore.
But in that bedroom, on that night, I knew we would win.
We would get free.
We would save Peter and Rachel and every jewel.
It was destined.
I stroked his back as he collapsed on top of me. His cock continued to twitch inside me as he whispered, “Are you going to tell me what you, Peter, and Rachel have been up to now?”
I twisted my head, catching his soft grey eyes. “How…?”
He smirked. “I knew you three were up to something.”
“And you didn’t tattle?”
He sighed, rolled onto his side, and ripped the blankets up and over our heads.
In a tent fort hidden from the cameras, he cupped my cheek and ran his thumb beneath my eye. “I told you, little nightmare, I’m loyal. I think I loved you the moment I saw you, so no, I didn’t tattle.” He glowered at my collar. “You might wear that damn thing, but you put an invisible one on me in that club. You’ve made me feel things I’m definitely not strong enough to feel.” He shrugged sadly. “There’s a weight inside me that I can’t shed. A darkness that keeps clawing me back, but I have a purpose now. I have you…somehow.”
Cradling me with his protective arms, he whispered, “I accept your safe word, Ily. Whatever you’re planning with the jewels, I’m in. Tomorrow, I’ll be the worst of the worst all in order to save them. I won’t hold back. I’ll trust that you’re with me. And when the day comes that we can walk the fuck out of here, I’m ripping that damn collar off your throat, then spending a lifetime trying to deserve you.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
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Henri
VICTOR GRINNED AS HE MARCHED toward our table.
No sun today, the sky overcast and miserable.
Ily kneeled beside my chair, her beautiful body hidden beneath a black silk dressing gown that barely skimmed her ass. I’d eaten as much as I could. My stomach revolted against anything more than one scrambled egg and toasted ciabatta. I’d hoped now that Ily and I had talked, my appetite would come roaring back.
If anything, it made it worse.
Not because I wanted to vomit at the thought of hurting her but because the fear of losing her now tore me in two.
You won’t lose her as long as you play.
Our script was rewritten.
Our pantomime in its second season.
As long as we remembered our lines and places, we could win.
We have to.
I flicked her a look where she finished off a small plate of honeydew melon and dragon fruit.
Ready? I arched an eyebrow.
Together. She smiled softly.
Once again, I had the strangest sensation of hearing her subliminally. It didn’t make sense. It couldn’t be real. But the level of connection I felt to her transcended everything I’d ever felt. Maybe the depth of our bond could create fantastical abilities. Maybe the wand tattooed onto her back gave her real magic.
All I knew was…I’d actually slept last night without being tormented by nightmares.