MasukThere is no reason she should think I am angry at her. I will find out who put that thought in her head later.
I walk us away from the doorway, stepping deeper into the dim room, and lay her down on the three-seater sofa. The sofa is big and wide enough—I specifically dictated the dimensions for moments exactly like this. I kneel in between her spread legs, the leather cool beneath my knees, and lower my body over hers, kissing her again.
She fists my shirt, her knuckles s
"It's over." Carlton says, though low and soft. "Yet we still want each other," she replies him, taking another step. Just one more step and she will close the gap between them entirely. "I have no one to call mine." Carlton's shoulders drop at her words. Annetta's face softens, the fierce, unyielding woman vanishing in an instant, replaced by someone who looks fragile, almost broken."Please... please be someone I can call mine," she whispers. My heart breaks for her right then. Carlton stands completely still, Annetta waits, and I find myself holding my breath alongside everyone else in the room."What's he waiting for?" Anthony questions under his breath, leaning forward in his chair."C'mon, marry her!" Elizabeth thunders from our table."Say yes, Carlton!" I add, unable to hold back. A ripple of nervous laughter breaks out among the nearby guests."Stop playing hard to get, man," Anthony chimes in.Finally, Carlton moves. A collective, rhythmic exhale echoes through the seating
Banks continues stroking my thigh."You're not saying anything," I note, he looks into my eyes. "Are you hurt?""Definitely not," I murmur."Then there's nothing to say.""Your friend is going through a full-blown life crisis, Banks," I whisper, nodding toward the altar. He glances at the bewildered priest who is practically pleading with Carlton, then shifts his gaze to Annetta, who stands there holding a wedding ring meant for an entirely different bride."He'll be fine""I don't think so," I counter, watching the tension radiate across the room."At least he won't be a slave or die," Banks remarks deeply, his fingers digging a little deeper into the curve of my thigh, squeezing with delicious possessiveness. "What does that...." "Since I'm pregnant for him, I'll marry him," Annetta announces, her voice carrying across the silent hall.Carlton moves so fast the air seems to shift with him. In a blur, he wraps a hand tightly around her neck, lifting her until her feet leave the fl
"Save my soul." "How could he?" "He's a cheater." "Such recording In a house of God! Lord have mercy, this boy is cursed to the bone." "My, my." More gasps circle the room as the image becomes crystal clear. It was unedited security footage. Carlton and Anetta are actively fucking. "This is low even for Carlton" Elizabeth sneers beside me, casually gulping her champagne. "Fucking hell, Carlton" Anthony scream, though it sounded more like a cheer. I, on the other hand, fist my dress, squirming on my seat to control the uncontrollable wave of sensation Banks is inciting in me. "Please..." I grab his wrist, but he just push deeper, leaning closer to me. "Stop me one more time," he whisper, his threat low and vibrating, "and you'll be screaming for everyone in this hall to hear." My hand falls from his wrist. I didn't believe for a second that he will actually do that in public, at a billionaire's wedding venue no less, but I can't put anything past him at this point. "You f
"WHAT?" people gasp in unison as a young, curvaceous woman begins to walk down the central aisle. She's wearing a white dress that looks suspiciously like a wedding gown. The dress clung to her, accentuating her wide hips. Its sleeves made of delicate lace, and a massive diamond necklace glittered against her throat under the chandelier lights. "Finally, something dramatic," Anthony jokes, sounding genuinely amused. "Get her out of here!" Massimo shrieks, his face turning a destructive shade of purple. But not a single guard moves- I can't even see any guards, except for two large men and a woman who are walking purposefully behind the objector as she strides toward the altar. "For... For what reason?" The priest stutters. On the projector, Carlton's face turn red and hard, while Anastasio pushes at his shoulder, speaking. "I'm carrying his child," the woman announces. Another wave of gasps rippled through the congregation. "This is getting interesting," Anthony muse, whil
ELEANOR POV The heavy double doors of the Grand Ballroom swing open, revealing a room drenched in dark botanical extravagance- black orchids, floating crystal chandeliers, and deep forest-green velvet. "Wow." The involuntary gasp escaped me before I could stop it. "This wedding venue is gorgeous, Banks." I feel Banks look down at me. "You think so?" "Obviously. Look at the chandeliers, the lighting, the chairs. Though, personally, I would have preferred an oceanic backdrop to a forest." Banks halts his stride, looking down at me with an unreadable, faint curve of his mouth. "An oceanic backdrop.... Is that so?" He seem amused. I stop gawking at the ceiling and look up at him. "Yes. But this place is so pretty" He holds my gaze and I exhale slowly. "You don't think it's pretty?" "I didn't," he says, his voice a low rumble, "until you pointed out its beauty." We are standing in the center of the room; a sea of white tulle and dark suits swirling around us, but I fee
Eleanor POV "Fuck," I want to say more than the gasp that leaves me. I want to explain, but my brain is running on pure, blinding heat and the invasive, maddening pressure of the glass bottle still shoved deep inside me. Not like it's a good idea to say Dean is the one who taught me the combo the day we signed the contract. I quite appreciate he's not checking the cameras every single minute. "Your legs over my shoulders, your hand in my hair" I lean back for space then obey as requested. He buries his face between my thighs through the my release, his tongue doing more than I can comprehend. "No one but mine" Another slap lands between my thighs, molting my body into immense outpour of need. "Banks... please, I beg you..." He ignores my plea and slaps my thighs again. The impact forces the bottle deeper, twisting the knife of my arousal. It’s torture. My ears are ringing, my nipples are throbbing against the cold glass table, same with the cold press of the bottle's neck and th
ELEANOR POV Fucking a man is a humiliation ritual unless he’s worth something: beauty, money, influence... or a good dick. Banks has it all and he's quite good with them. All. My request for "time to think" isn't because I’m looking for a relationship. Men like him don't do "girlfriends." But being
I just came apart without penetration. Really felt my whole body shake. “𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘧𝘶𝘹𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶?” My ex-boyfriend says multiple times. I lift and look up at Banks, tears threatening to drop. “Thank…” I
ELEANOR I’m not a nun. I’m not a virgin. So when he looked at me, kissed me and said driver will pick me up- I knew I'm here to get fucked. And here I am, standing in a room that's bathed in deep red lighting. Whips, chains, and cuffs line the walls with toys I've never seen but can't wait to
BANKS POV The moment I step inside this perfume store, a sweet voice wrapped in fury greets me. She is facing off against a typical, entitled customer. "Customers are always right!" the man, maybe fifty years old and puffing with self-importance, barks. "That's a getaway mantra for retards with no o







