A Nanny For The Billionaire's Triplets
WARNINGā ļø: CONTAINS MATURED & EXPLICIT CONTENTS.
"I didnāt sign up to be just a nanny to your kids and a sex toy to you!ā I screamed.
āYou have no choice, woman!ā Sebastian retorted, āI got married to you for these reasons, and you have to fulfill your responsibilities.ā
āI should be fulfilling my responsibilities as your wife, not a nanny or a sex toy!ā I whimpered.
He grabbed my hand, his arm wrapping around my waist. āI donāt care what you have to say, but do not miss the next even day, be at my bed!ā I felt his hot breath on my face, my legs shook, like they always have under his touch.
āWhat? You canāt even resist my touch, and you talk about being a sex toy?ā He grabbed my cheeks and raised my head to meet his intense gaze. āTell me you don't love being touched by me!ā
My whole body trembled. How could I tell him that I loved it, but I just didnāt want to be treated like a sex toy?
āSpeak!ā He shouted, and grabbed my shirt, tearing out the buttons. āStop me, Olivia!ā
I stood still, I couldn't stop him.
He pulled the shirt off and dropped my skirt to the floor, leaving me only with my bra and panties on.
He grabbed my waist and his other hand found it's way into my panties.
āStop me now, Olivia!ā His finger slid inside of me, and I cried out, shamelessly.
āI donāt want you to stop!ā I screamed, grabbing his hand and pushing his fingers in and out of me. I felt embarrassed, but I just couldnāt resist his touch.
That was all I was to him; a nanny to his kids, and a sex toy to him.