As they both share a passionate time.“Princesse, please.” It’s a beg, Monica will admit, but it’s growled with deep hunger. She flips her hair over one shoulder, putting her weight onto one arm to take Jackson in hand. Standing him upright, she aligns herself with him. “I loveyou, husband,” she says sweetly. “I love you, wiiiiife.” Jackson means to return the sweet words, knowing it will get her off as much as it does him, but Monica sinks her bliss down onto him, taking all thought and word formation skills from his brain. Engulfing all of Jackson in her warmth and wetness, she begins to move, sliding up and down his shaft at an unhurried pace. Jackson murmurs to her in French as he pinchens and plucks her nipples, reaching between them to circle her clit with his thumb, and lay a sharp smack to the flesh of her hip. Tobias once told Monica that a man has three women—his wife, his mistress, and his whore. He was the lucky bastard who has found all three in onewoman. Monica was eve
"Are you ready for the evening interview?" Julien stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel around his waist. Monica took a thorough look at his muscular body, her desire for him excruciating, "Yes, I'm done with the preparation for the act," her voice slow and quiet.The wet strands of her hair grazes over her shoulder as she dries them by sitting in front of the mirror. Julien doesn't look her way. He goes through some files and then returns to his black tuxedo to wear. His bicep curls and twitches as he gets dressed and glances at her. Monica's face burns up as he stands behind her. They make eye contact for a whole minute when he turns back and suddenly says, "Hurry up, we don't have the whole day." He marches out of the room leaving her.Monica hears the growling of the crowds gathering on the first floor. The clicking sound of the cameras made her ears filled with the idea of the number of questions they are going to ask them. A gentle knock on the door made her flinch a
With no doubt Julien looked forward to this day. He practically ignored her for days just to keep his boundaries from her. He knows that this was not her fault. This marriage was fake for him but not for Monica. They had all those sweet interactions between each other when his ex-girlfriend didn't even get to know the depth of their love life.Pain flashes over his face as Monica takes off her heels and sits at the edge of the bed. "Monica…..""I don't want to be here for another night." She takes out her suitcase and starts packing her clothes. She doesn't turn around to have a talk with Julien. Her hands are working fast. Julien locks the door as he glares at her pace of hands. Her back stiffens as she turns to him. Her cheeks are red and her eyes are as blurry as Julien's heart. Julien mustn't feel any pain out of guilt and relief. His eyes bulge at the sight of her crying face as she tries to hide it from him.A gentleman would never let a girl sleep around a motel or some other p
Monica grunts in pain when Julien squeezes his fingers around her waist. She struggles to keep distance as his mother gets up and kneels down to take out a piece of envelope. An invitation. Julien doesn't take his eyes off of Monica as she leaps on her feet and clears out the table.Essentially, today Julien had a ceremony to attend. His phone rings as he doesn't bother to answer. Monica stills as his mother snarls back at him to get going outside and there is something they want to talk about. Monica's hands stills. Very slowly, she grips the edges of the counter so tightly her knuckles turn white. They both step out. Turning to face them Monica eyes shot to the man standing behind his mother. She quickens her pace back to their room. She wants to get away from him and from this imagination he cocooned her into. She pulls away when a vase from Julien's bed side plops onto the floor with a bang and cracks its opening to her. Messing up the floor. She kneels down to pick up those piec
Monica gets up with a headache as she tries to clear her vision. Someone was sleeping beside her. The bed dips and growls of men echo the whole room. She turns her head to see Julien sleeping shirtless. His back at her. Feeling sick. She gets out of the bed when a large arm drags her to him. He grunts and strokes her with his big palms. Monica couldn't restrain herself. Her body was fragile. She barely can move to the bathroom to get ready. Suddenly, she remembered that she fell asleep after having her dinner. She looked here and there and back at the floor. The blood stains were not there and the pieces of broken vase were all cleaned. Julien groans as he mumbles in sleep. "Why don't you have breakfast first?" His voice hoarse from sleep."I will. If you let me go first I can take a quick shower too." Monica mutters to him. He doesn't let go rather he tightens as he inhales the scent of her burying his face in her neck. "What…..what are you doing?" Monica panics, she has never seen
"What are you……" Julien trails off the sentence when Monica hands him the ring. His jaw tightens. He inhales the sweet scent from distance and groans "it's the ring. You can keep it. I haven't given you the permission to take it off." Monica settles back in her seat. She felt like her heart was breaking into two pieces."Where are you going?" She finally asked him, her hands trembling with the sudden raw desire to bang it into the glass window of te car. Julien brows dips as he shrugs and says, "with you." The words made Monica flinch as she turned her head towards him. "No, why?" Julien brushed her cheek with the back of his hand and smiles.Julien returns a glare to the driver in a way of telling to get them going whenthe driver bids to him. They gets to the east mansion safe and secure. The luggages gets down one by one when Julien gets out of the car and goes to Monica's side to get her out of the car. He opens the door and spares a glance to the driver shoving some bills out of h
Sitting inside the car Julien turned atleast four pages at once beacause he can't find the right contract to present infront of the company. He deliberately raised his head and looked at the wrist watch he was wearing. The fact that Catalina is getting discharged somehow kept bugging him. The doctors said they need to make rooms for other patients. Catalina had to get discharged earlier than the time expected. He grew tense by the fact that Monica and he will announce their married life infront their own parents. Catelina doesn't stand a chance on marrying him anymore.Last night, Julien couldn't even sleep and the thought that kept him awake was that she cried and didn't had her dinner. She cried over the fact that she was forced to get engaged with him. She knows how this whole world works. Grandfather always supported Julien's opinion but for marrying Catelina he would never be ready. Being a husband whose heart is not with his legal wife. "What you got engaged? And you are stil
What the hell Julien was doing stroking the back of Monica's neck? She froze when the words travelled. She got weak in her knees and felt like rolling down from his hand as soon as it disappeared. She felt his raging eyes on her, even his harsh breath. The pulses of his hands twitching and making him shake. She moved and leaned on his hand when he groped her by the waist and mumbled "you are doing wrong……we are not married yet." The words made her blush. She did not want to go physical with him. She did not want his touch. But did he want to? The second Monica thought he shoved her and soon she was facing him. He was drunk, his eyes were so dark and almost out of soul "You know my colleagues and my best friend says that you are like a thirsty meat…..or rather juicy meat to feast on. But I disagree you are fragile as you look. Poor them, they don't know the truth." The words were so cruel that Monica wanted to slap him but she controlled herself. She fucking did. His eyes were drooling