With that, he lifted me up into his arms, his strength surprising me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my heart racing as he carried me away from the bed and towards the en suite bathroom. The cool tiles sent a jolt of cold up my spine, but his body heat quickly warmed me up as he stepped into the shower stall.The water rained down on us, the steam quickly enveloping the small space as he set me down, my feet barely touching the floor. He reached for the shower gel, his eyes never leaving mine as he lathered his hands. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he began to clean my body, his hands moving in slow, methodical circles.His fingers traced the lines of my shoulders, sliding down my arms before returning to my breasts, which he cupped firmly, his thumbs brushing over my erect nipples. I gasped, my legs trembling, and he caught me again, his arms wrapping around me to keep me upright. His touch was soothing, erasing the memory of Adrianne's cruel words, replacing them wit
Yes," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I'm yours."He smiled, placing both his palms on my cheeks, and leaned in to smooch my lips. It was a gentle kiss, full of promise and affection. As he stood up, he took my hands and pulled me to my feet. His touch sent electric currents through my body, and I felt alive in a way I had never felt before."Emma," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "I want to show you what it means to truly be mine." His eyes searched mine, looking for any sign of hesitation. But all I felt was a thrilling anticipation of what was to come.He took my hand and led me to a side door, one that I had never noticed before. It opened to reveal a private elevator, the walls lined with mirrors that reflected our entwined forms. The doors slid closed with a soft whoosh, and we began to ascend. The air grew thick with tension, the weight of our unspoken desires hanging heavily between us.When we reached the top floor, the elevator opened to a suite that was even m
My stomach knotted at the thought of Miss Adrianne's wrath. Rachel noticed my distress and took my hand. "Don't worry, I've got your back," she assured me. "But you need to be smart. Don't let him control you completely. Keep your wits about you."I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. Rachel's teasing smile returned. "Now, get dressed. You don't want to keep the man waiting," she said, her voice a mix of amusement and concern. She handed me a fresh uniform, the fabric feeling cool against my flushed skin. "You're going to need all the confidence you can get."I slipped into the crisp white shirt and black skirt, feeling the fabric hug my curves in a way that was both empowering and slightly terrifying. Rachel watched me with a knowing smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Look at you," she said, her voice a playful purr. "You're going to be the best damn secretary this mansion has ever seen."Her teasing words echoed in my ears as I straightened my skirt and took a deep brea
As I closed my eyes, I felt very tired from the day. The tiredness hit me hard, and soon I was in a deep, peaceful sleep.I felt like I was floating on a cloud, only aware of the warmth of Harrison's arm around me and his chest moving up and down. All my worries about the mansion and Miss Adrianne faded away.As time went by, the light outside got dimmer, turning the room blue and purple. The sound of the clock reminded me that time was passing, but in Harrison's arms, I could forget everything.The next morning, I woke up to find the bed empty. The spot where he had slept was cold, and the sheets were tangled. Sunlight peeked through the curtains, lighting up the floor. I sat up, feeling sore but alive. The room was very quiet, and not hearing his breathing reminded me that the night was over.For a moment, I thought it was all just a dream. The softness of his kiss and our night together seemed like my imagination. But then I saw his shirt on the floor, proving it was real. I picked
With a groan, Harrison pulled out of me, his cock glistening with my juices. He removed the condom, the sight of it making me feel oddly empty. He stepped away for a moment, and I watched in the mirror as he tied it off and tossed it into the wastebasket. The mundane act was a stark contrast to the intensity of our coupling, and it brought a sense of reality to the room that was almost jarring.As he approached the bed again, I couldn't help but notice that he was still rock hard, the tip of his cock a dark shade of red from our earlier exertions. "What are you doing?" I whispered, my voice shaking with a mix of fear and anticipation.His eyes never left mine as he positioned himself between my legs, the head of his cock nudging against my slick opening. "I want to feel all of you," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "I need to be inside of you without anything between us."The panic grew in my chest as he pushed inside, the feeling of him bare and uncovered a new kind of intimacy
With each stroke, I felt myself growing wetter, my arousal painting the bed beneath us in a testament to our shared passion. His eyes never left mine, the intensity in them only growing as he pushed deeper and deeper, his movements becoming more primal, more demanding.The pain grew, but so did my need for him. I could feel my body stretching to accommodate him, my walls tightening around his cock as he claimed me over and over again. His hands moved from my breasts to my hips, his grip bruising as he pulled me closer, forcing me to take him deeper.My moans grew louder, filling the small room with the sounds of our passionate struggle. The pain was a delicious torment, a reminder that this was wrong, but oh so right. His eyes never left mine, the intensity in them growing with every thrust."Please," I gasped, my voice barely recognizable. "More."Harrison's eyes gleamed with a dark satisfaction as he complied, his hips slamming into me with a force that made me see stars. The pain w