Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
A part of him was just waiting for her to tell him he was being too rough, but instead he heard her moan with unmistakable pleasure.
"Mary."
Her tongue circled the head of his cock. Her fingers squeezed his balls. Her mouth sucked and sucked and sucked...until the duke ended up groaning her name as he spent himself inside of her mouth.
Ah!
Mary choked at first when the duke tightened his hold on her hair as he came inside her mouth. But instead of pulling away, she relied on her instincts as she sought to breathe through her nose. She didn't know why it mattered, but she just suddenly wanted to swallow every drop of the duke's cum, and so she worked hard to make herself relax until his thick, sticky seed was finally pouring all the way down her throat.
When Rathe finally pulled away, and their gazes collided—-
This girl was everything to him, and she always would be.
It was then he realized he was unable to fucking breathe.
Mary was painfully confused as the duke suddenly zipped himself up. "Rathe?"
But instead of looking back at her, he simply turned away...and left.
Chapter Six
Another week had gone by, but whereas the previous week had her spending most of her time with Rathe each and every day, it was now the exact opposite. The last time she had seen him was when he had strode out of her hotel suite without any explanation. He had simply left her, and Mary had ended up crying night after night, wondering how she had ended up even worse off than her mother.
The older woman had at least gotten paid for her services, and she had known exactly what she was doing.
Mary, on the other hand...
She had thought she was his mistress, but instead she had ended up playing his stupid little slut...without even knowing it.
In the week he had been gone, Rathe had also sent his staff to help her move into the house he had bought. It was large and spacious, a mansion in every sense of the word. But it gave her no pleasure at all, and the whole place simply felt like a tomb, and she was just waiting for the day her heart would stop hurting...and she had completely ceased to exist.
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School was once again her life's saving grace. Attending classes and pouring over her notes were the only things that made Mary forget, even if just for a while, that the man she had started to fall in love with...had only seen her as a slut to play with and discard.
The sound of the door opening drew Mary out of her thoughts, and with her ankle now fully healed, she was able to step out of the backseat without needing to use Teddy's arm as a crutch.
"If you need anything," the duke's driver reminded her, "I'm just a call away."
Mary shook her head at Teddy's constant nagging. "You really don't have to tell me that every day."
"You can never be too careful," Teddy said with a frown.
"But I really don't think my stepfather will try coming after me again. He'd be really stupid if he did."
Mary's words only had Teddy more worried about the duke's woman. His boss was right. Mary was just too innocent for this world, to the point that she didn't realize how her stepfather - even if he was no idiot - could still end up doing something stupid...because of his obsession.
And there was no doubt at all that the older man was obsessed with Mary.
****
Staffan was still in his honeymoon when he remembered to ask his security team to check on Mary. The girl had been a huge help to his Saffi; it was Mary who had been there for his wife when Staffan had failed her. For that he would always be grateful to his wife's friend, and he simply wanted to know she was safe.
But when his security team got back to him, the contents of their report had him immediately calling the Duke of Flanders.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he demanded of his friend.
"She's my mistress."
Staffan was about to tell Rathe to stop fucking around...but the silence from the other end of the line made him realize his friend was absolutely serious.
"What the fuck, Rathe?"
Staffan swore in multiple languages even as he tried to make sense of the other man's actions. This was not like Rathe at all, dammit.
"I know what you're thinking," Rathe said flatly. "I know she's too fucking young—-"
"It's not her age that's the issue here," Staffan bit out. "Mary's innocent, Rathe. That's what fucking matters. She's too damn innocent for someone like you, and the only thing that can make this right is if you love her. Do you?"
It took several seconds before Rathe answered him.
"No."
But that long fucking pause told him everything, and Staffan realized that his friend was lying both to him...and himself.