As the palace echos with footsteps, the English dare to whisper the horrid truths.
Suspense crescendos along with the intoxication of sex.
The beast has made it clear who she belongs to and how much of him he will allow: Money. Sex. Nothing more.
The stakes are high. Now fear… love.
CHAPTER ONE
Luxury
SEVEN MONTHS AGO…
Have you ever had a reoccurring dream? Relentless, borderline maddening? Each night my dreams are plagued with Victor D’Ross. It’s as if my subconscious still craves my status.
My vow.
My ownership.
My persistent nightmare consists of every aspect of the past. Day 20 in our relationship…
He’s intimidating, even at six feet. His height once scared the heck out of me, since I’m an inch shy of five feet. Thick, dark wavy hair and baby blues were a hypnotic decree that made the muscular and golden tanned man even more frightening. Yes, I once feared the handsome Victor.
At first, I denied Victor’s request to own me. That sexy British accent tempted me to concede. I took pride in being "my own" woman. But a man like Victor isn’t familiar with the word ‘no’.
To dominate my body, Victor did the opposite.
He knelt before me.
That show of submission made my legs part. Though I was livid from having to explain my rights to a man that only saw things one way–his way– my body began to cream for him. As if mere seconds away from his goal, Victor pushed up my dress even more. His hands grabbed my thong. As the silk tore, my honey poured. His commanding mouth took to my nether regions, advising me that Victor’s kneeling, hadn’t given me any control.
I was speechless when he came back up to kiss me. The fragrance of my climax was all over his lips. He set a spell that beckoned me toward his way of thinking. Before I had a chance to respond, he went back down. Adding depth to his rhythm, Victor’s lips softly kissed my clit. The tiny, tender bulb became his sole focus–all in a desire to obtain my full and utter submission.
Again, he came back up. Victor allowed me one more taste of my sugar as his tongue twirled around mine. The residue was a concoction of honey and delirium. His hands seized my cheeks in a rather rough manner. Those beautiful blue eyes were a cerulean storm as he glared at me, “Lux, now who do you belong to?”
“Victor, please,” I began. My resolve crashed down.
Ignoring my last bit of self-control, Victor continued to feast off my delicate parts. He broke me down, bit by bit. If it didn’t seem like I would have to be “his” for a lifetime, I would have shouted it from the rooftops. But Victor . . . His hard stance read that this offering would end at my very last earthly breath. I begged him to fuck me for an eternity. He was determined to ignore me for even longer.
My fingers went into his thick, jet-black hair. “Victor, wait… you own me.”
At that, he sucked and licked harder, making my body spasm. An orgasm blossomed out of my half-spent lips. Then Victor’s teeth grazed my inner thigh. He bit down into the toned flesh. I gasped at the pain, a warning for not professing his ownership in the first place.
“Again,” he said, coming up as his, eyes pulled mine into a trance.
“Victor you own every inch of my body,” I sighed. Damn. He. Got. Me.
“Until?”
“You throw me away!” I gasped at how stupid I had become.
“Until you die.” After the decree absorbed into my bloodstream, Victor’s eyes disconnected from mine. He stood up, towering over me. Victor picked me up with a placated smile. “Now, for your insolence…”
He carried me to the bedroom as if I were precious, yet I knew I’d pay for not saying yes to him from the start. After silently placing me down, he climbed on top of me and unbuttoned his linen shirt.
Victor’s lips crashed down on mine. His kisses bruised my thick lips as if the simple act gave him even more power over my body than he already possessed. He had me from day one, so how could he own me even more? Every time we had sex, the bar increased. It was like sex for the first time…each…and…every…time. In a maddening state of ecstasy, I nibbled on his bottom lip before letting my tongue sail against his. Sensing my desire to gain some control, Victor’s large, callused hands grabbed onto my ass. He squeezed at my thick, caramel butt. It instinctively warned me against trying my luck or trying to parallel this control ever again.
There would only be one reign . . . Victor’s.
The man acted as if he were British royalty for Christ’s Sake.
My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. He could never be close enough. My body was heavy and wet with need. I moaned into his mouth as his hands reached to the top of my dress and seized a caramel melon. The warm, roughness of his tongue made a purr escape my full, pink lips. He reached up, pulled my dress off and unsnapped my bra.
Victor’s mouth was satin over my erect nipples. His teeth began to drag across my breast. As his teeth pulled up to my nipple again, he slowly took away the added pressure. I lost my mind. Literally. This feeling took me into the realm of ecstasy.
“Stop closing your eyes,” Victor commanded.
The command was impossible, because I kept glimpsing heaven. The way he attended to my body made my eyes close and my mouth curve into a delicious smile. Though I rather tried, my body was transported to paradise each time Victor bit, sucked, and surveyed my entire body.
“Look at me,” Victor ordered. His mouth again took mine hostage. The danger of staring at his hypnotic eyes took me to new heights as his tongue twirled with mine. As I said, we were only 20 days strong. I hadn’t yet known that the psycho was an assassin. But, damn it, I lost myself that day.
Luxury
SEVEN MONTHS AGO…
Have you ever had a reoccurring dream? Relentless, borderline maddening? Each night my dreams are plagued with Victor D’Ross. It’s as if my subconscious still craves my status.
My vow.
My ownership.
My persistent nightmare consists of every aspect of the past. Day 20 in our relationship…
He’s intimidating, even at six feet. His height once scared the heck out of me, since I’m an inch shy of five feet. Thick, dark wavy hair and baby blues were a hypnotic decree that made the muscular and golden tanned man even more frightening. Yes, I once feared the handsome Victor.
At first, I denied Victor’s request to own me. That sexy British accent tempted me to concede. I took pride in being "my own" woman. But a man like Victor isn’t familiar with the word ‘no’.
To dominate my body, Victor did the opposite.
He knelt before me.
That show of submission made my legs part. Though I was livid from having to explain my rights to a man that only saw things one way–his way– my body began to cream for him. As if mere seconds away from his goal, Victor pushed up my dress even more. His hands grabbed my thong. As the silk tore, my honey poured. His commanding mouth took to my nether regions, advising me that Victor’s kneeling, hadn’t given me any control.
I was speechless when he came back up to kiss me. The fragrance of my climax was all over his lips. He set a spell that beckoned me toward his way of thinking. Before I had a chance to respond, he went back down. Adding depth to his rhythm, Victor’s lips softly kissed my clit. The tiny, tender bulb became his sole focus–all in a desire to obtain my full and utter submission.
Again, he came back up. Victor allowed me one more taste of my sugar as his tongue twirled around mine. The residue was a concoction of honey and delirium. His hands seized my cheeks in a rather rough manner. Those beautiful blue eyes were a cerulean storm as he glared at me, “Lux, now who do you belong to?”
“Victor, please,” I began. My resolve crashed down.
Ignoring my last bit of self-control, Victor continued to feast off my delicate parts. He broke me down, bit by bit. If it didn’t seem like I would have to be “his” for a lifetime, I would have shouted it from the rooftops. But Victor . . . His hard stance read that this offering would end at my very last earthly breath. I begged him to fuck me for an eternity. He was determined to ignore me for even longer.
My fingers went into his thick, jet-black hair. “Victor, wait… you own me.”
At that, he sucked and licked harder, making my body spasm. An orgasm blossomed out of my half-spent lips. Then Victor’s teeth grazed my inner thigh. He bit down into the toned flesh. I gasped at the pain, a warning for not professing his ownership in the first place.
“Again,” he said, coming up as his, eyes pulled mine into a trance.
“Victor you own every inch of my body,” I sighed. Damn. He. Got. Me.
“Until?”
“You throw me away!” I gasped at how stupid I had become.
“Until you die.” After the decree absorbed into my bloodstream, Victor’s eyes disconnected from mine. He stood up, towering over me. Victor picked me up with a placated smile. “Now, for your insolence…”
He carried me to the bedroom as if I were precious, yet I knew I’d pay for not saying yes to him from the start. After silently placing me down, he climbed on top of me and unbuttoned his linen shirt.
Victor’s lips crashed down on mine. His kisses bruised my thick lips as if the simple act gave him even more power over my body than he already possessed. He had me from day one, so how could he own me even more? Every time we had sex, the bar increased. It was like sex for the first time…each…and…every…time. In a maddening state of ecstasy, I nibbled on his bottom lip before letting my tongue sail against his. Sensing my desire to gain some control, Victor’s large, callused hands grabbed onto my ass. He squeezed at my thick, caramel butt. It instinctively warned me against trying my luck or trying to parallel this control ever again.
There would only be one reign . . . Victor’s.
The man acted as if he were British royalty for Christ’s Sake.
My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. He could never be close enough. My body was heavy and wet with need. I moaned into his mouth as his hands reached to the top of my dress and seized a caramel melon. The warm, roughness of his tongue made a purr escape my full, pink lips. He reached up, pulled my dress off and unsnapped my bra.
Victor’s mouth was satin over my erect nipples. His teeth began to drag across my breast. As his teeth pulled up to my nipple again, he slowly took away the added pressure. I lost my mind. Literally. This feeling took me into the realm of ecstasy.
“Stop closing your eyes,” Victor commanded.
The command was impossible, because I kept glimpsing heaven. The way he attended to my body made my eyes close and my mouth curve into a delicious smile. Though I rather tried, my body was transported to paradise each time Victor bit, sucked, and surveyed my entire body.
“Look at me,” Victor ordered. His mouth again took mine hostage. The danger of staring at his hypnotic eyes took me to new heights as his tongue twirled with mine. As I said, we were only 20 days strong. I hadn’t yet known that the psycho was an assassin. But, damn it, I lost myself that day.
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