A Nanny For The Billionaire's Triplets
WARNINGâ ď¸: CONTAINS MATURED & EXPLICIT CONTENTS.
"I didnât sign up to be just a nanny to your kids and a sex toy to you!â I screamed.
âYou have no choice, woman!â Sebastian retorted, âI got married to you for these reasons, and you have to fulfill your responsibilities.â
âI should be fulfilling my responsibilities as your wife, not a nanny or a sex toy!â I whimpered.
He grabbed my hand, his arm wrapping around my waist. âI donât care what you have to say, but do not miss the next even day, be at my bed!â I felt his hot breath on my face, my legs shook, like they always have under his touch.
âWhat? You canât even resist my touch, and you talk about being a sex toy?â He grabbed my cheeks and raised my head to meet his intense gaze. âTell me you don't love being touched by me!â
My whole body trembled. How could I tell him that I loved it, but I just didnât want to be treated like a sex toy?
âSpeak!â He shouted, and grabbed my shirt, tearing out the buttons. âStop me, Olivia!â
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.
âStop me now, Olivia!â His finger slid inside of me, and I cried out, shamelessly.
âI donât want you to stop!â I screamed, grabbing his hand and pushing his fingers in and out of me. I felt embarrassed, but I just couldnât resist his touch.
That was all I was to him; a nanny to his kids, and a sex toy to him.