Chapter 11

Paul

After Viviane left, I swallowed in one gulp another glass of my Johnnie Walker Reserve. The hot liquid burned down my throat, taking away the pain sensation of the erected dick in my pants. "That woman is going to be the death of me". I exhaled in exasperation. It took all my willpower to hold back the urge to strip her naked and ravish her on the couch. I was at war with myself at the thought of wanting to take her roughly and claim her in the spot. I wanted to buried balls deep inside her to show her who does she belongs to.

I throw the empty glass in rage and watch how it shatters into tiny pieces. Almost instantly a maid shows up, “Your Grace, are you all right? She sounded concerned and looked at the floor and then at me, but I stood still like nothing had happened. She gaped and covered her mouth with a hand. “Your, Grace! She was obviously astonished, until today I had always kept composed and in full control of myself, not showing my real emotions. “Clean this mess.”