All Chapters of To Hate, To Love, And To Wed: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

My palms mold to my woman’s hips, my thumbs sliding under the thin fabric of her nightdress. Slowly, deliberately, I inch it up her thighs until her bare ass is exposed to me. The silk rustles as I bunch it around her waist, the sound like a whisper against her skin.One hand holds her steady, the other moves between us. I unfasten my pants, freeing my cock, aching and pulsating, pressing against her backside.She grabs the edge of my desk for balance, and her breath shudders. Her eyes shut, like she’s bracing for this punishment I’ve promised her. I don’t know if she’s expecting anger or hunger from me—and truth is, it’s a dangerous mix of both.Adaline doesn’t listen… she’s a handful, and like I’ve said many times, the only woman who catches me off guard.But beyond that, what she is to me is a woman I’m craving like poison. Ever since I set eyes on her, my blood has been pulsing for her. Then she let me have a taste of that sweet little cunt that felt like it was… is specially made

The silence that follows is comfortable, peaceful. I listen to the soft exhales of his breath, my heart beating in perfect sync as his while my eyes slowly hood. I blink, attempting to keep myself awake a little longer, but it doesn’t work. “Are you sure Joy and Fluff will be good to be with Caleb, considering his busy schedules and all?” I ask, breaking the silence. “I’m sure he can handle it perfectly, baby,” Michael says assuringly. “After all, Joy has been around him since she was a puppy. They’ll have a good time together.”I smile. “I don’t doubt that for a second.” Another wave of silence envelops us. Michael’s whisper breaks the silence between us. “Adaline…”“Hm?” I mumble, my voice still groggy.“Are you falling asleep yet?” he asks softly, his fingers tracing a lazy line across my shoulder.“Barely,” I murmur, eyes still closed, feeling comfortable with the warmth of his body close to mine. Michael exhales heavily but doesn’t speak. I open one eye, turning my head slig

The car begins to slow, and Kate sits up straighter, peering out the window just as the driver swerves the car into an underground parking lot.“Oh my God,” she breathes. “We’re here.”I follow her gaze and immediately feel my heartbeat speed up.The showroom.Not just any showroom. The showroom. I’m talking tall glass walls, velvet ropes, the names of the biggest fashion houses gleaming in gold on black marble: Chanel. Dior. Balmain. Yves Saint Laurent. There’s a Versace sculpture at the entrance.I’m telling you this place is a palace. A dream. “I can’t believe it,” I squeal and furrow my brows, “come to think of it, why did we never shop here? I mean… we’ve got the money—”“You’ve got the money,” Kate corrects. I shake my head, clicking my tongue. “My money is your money, baby.” She smiles breathily and mutters, “come on, let’s go.”I smoothen my hair, rub my lips together to make my lipgloss pop and reach for my purse. “Let’s spend some money.”Kate adjusts her sunglasses and

My body feels like it’s burning up as I tremble with a small groan, feeling something firm and warm, and wet and teasing between my thighs. My brain is slowly waking up, yet it doesn’t feel like I’m awake. I feel like I’m lost in my dream—because waking up will definitely not feel this good.Will it?I try to move my limbs, but they feel heavy. When did the covers start weighing so heavy? My eyes flutter open slowly, a soft moan slipping out of my parted lips before I even realize it. My hips twitch instinctively, seeking the source of the pleasure.My hands are behind my head, firmly gripping the pillow. What… why am I gripping the pillows? Another moan comes from my throat. I try to shift again and that’s when I realize I’m unable to move. My legs… they’re wide apart and something firm is holding them in place. My tongue pokes out of my mouth and glides across my lips. I feel that wet and warm and firm something deliver another stroke of pleasure and I moan. Groaning, I lift the

Michael and I are so engrossed in the conversation we’re having—more like banter—that we don’t even realize when the driver makes the last turn into the final destination.The car slows and Michael tells me to wait as he hurries out of the car and rounds it, opening the door for me and holding out a hand to help me out.“Such a romantic,” I tease, sliding my hand into his, feeling his warmth and steadiness wrap around my skin as helps me down carefully.As I step out of the car, the evening air hits me more harshly and I think it’s because this place is mostly surrounded by trees. I inhale a deep breath and straighten up, smoothing down the front of my dress.“Are you sure you can breathe in that thing?” Michael’s voice has a teasing edge to it as he curls a brow at my slim-fit waistline.“Mmhm,” I hum, glancing around the surroundings. I was expecting the usual noise and lights that come with a restaurant.But the street is quiet. There’s no bustling crowd, no clinking of dishes, no