I couldn’t tell when the shift happened. Where Alexandro’s actions moved from ‘just for show’ to being intentional.
My heart skipped a beat at his words. The memory of his head between my legs sent a shiver through me and I couldn’t help getting turned on at his words.
My hands were still wrapped around his neck when the suite door opened, and we walked in. Paris had to be magical, we seemed to be moving from one world to another, one dreamland to another. A place of imagination because this couldn’t be real.
This place had to be special.
It was in my head that we were just going to another hotel, and when I saw that it was just one of Alexandro King’s hotels, assumed the interior would be the same or similar to the one we were coming from. Only for the sight before my eyes to remind me that this was Paris.
It had a beautiful view. The first thing that caught my eye was the beach. People were jumping and playing, looking happy, and kids running around in shirts, the women wore almost no clothes, but it was the happiness in the air that had me snapped.
“You should see this,” Alexandro murmured into my ears, his voice sending a sexual thrill down my already excited body.
He pulled my hands and I followed to see outside more clearly. It had a mini pool and connected to it was a jacuzzi. Such luxury. I couldn’t swim but I would lay in that warm tub all day. I bent down and dipped my hands into it, loving the warmth. My body itched to slide in, but I remembered I wasn’t alone. I stood up and turned back to look at the man who brought me into this world and to express a few words of thanks, but as I opened my mouth, he closed it with his.
No drop of blood in my body wanted to resist.
He took advantage of my lips that had already parted and slipped his tongue in, giving bold strokes. I could taste the wine he had drank earlier, they were making my heady as well. I blame the wine for making me kiss him back.
I felt my legs touch the ground and my senses vaporized because I didn’t stop him from kissing me, nor did I restrain my response to his touch.
I had to be mad.
His kisses which had been slow and seductive suddenly became aggressive and demanding. He broke off only to kiss me again from another angle, deepening this kiss while his hands proceeded to explore my body.
The thin material of the cloth I was wearing did nothing to shield me from his touch, instead, it made my skin more sensitive to everywhere his fingers touch and I gasped when I felt his finger lift my dress to grab my ass.
His fingers grabbed my ass, groped them, then caressed them. Everywhere he turned I burned with lust for more as couldn’t find any will in me to stop him, or to even stop kissing him. It seemed like his taste was addictive, the more I had the more I wanted, the more he took, the more I wanted to give.
I wanted to touch him.
My hands found the shirt of his button and I found myself undoing them, I lost patience on the fifth button, my skin craved another flesh, and the palm of my hands itched to touch him.
I moaned into his mouth when my palm found flesh. His chest was rock hard beneath my palm and I couldn’t help running my hands over his shoulders.
I heard two buttons pop to the floor when he threw his shirt off his shoulder, exposing his whole abdomen to my hands.
I broke the kiss to look at him, running my hands down in abdomen. Fuck! I wanted this man, how could I not?
He was hot, he was handsome, and he had given me so many sexual firsts. My first head, first blow job, first orgasm. Heaven knew I wanted to sleep with him.
My brain gave me its final warning. I would regret this. But what if I did? Who else deserved my virginity?
Dear God, I needed to think about this. But he felt so good under my hands, his lips had left my lips to skim my throat, and the little sense I had gathered managed to evaporate again.
He pulled down my dress, exposing my breasts, with one hand, he scooped one breast out of its bra cup and took it into his mouth.
“Mmmnnnn…” I moaned at the touch. It kept feeling better and better. How could I not want more?
After mintering to one nipple, he moved to the other and gave it as much attention, along the line, my hand had slipped into his hair, and while I moaned for more.
One hand sneaked around my waist and brought me closer to him, imprinting my little body against his. It was when I realized he was damn hard.
Alexandro King was hard, for me!
This was more than making people believe we were true lovers. This had become way more than that and I didn’t understand or realise the shift.
I wanted to touch him, that part of him that was so hard for me. Call me a fool, but I wanted this. Badly.
My hands found his belt and I found myself working them apart with speed.
“I think...” I started but he cut me off with his lips, kissing the words back into my mouth, writhing another moan from me as his sleek tongue slipped deep and my throat rattled out another moan.
“Don’t think, Em, just feel, feel how much I want you.” His voice came out as a grunt, his eyes heavy with passion, igniting something as deadly in me and driving me crazy as well. He started the real fire when he grabbed my hands and placed it again hard on. I felt brave and wrapped my fingers around it, earning myself a deep sound that came from his insides strong and fucking hot, it escaped his lips as a grunt but I felt his whole muscle buck and steel up against my body.
He jerked my hand away before I could do it again, distracting me again with his wet and experienced tongue.
It occurred to me that Alexandro knew exactly what he was doing while I just went with whatever felt right, but I desperately wanted to make him feel good.
I feared I lacked the experience, and what it took to please a man like Alexandro.
With his mouth still on mine, he pulled me inside, I didn’t know where he was leading me, but I followed his lead.
He laid my back against a door I hadn’t seen earlier, I guessed it was the bedroom. This was it. I was going to sleep with Alexandro King. This was so impromptu, that I was scared. But yet I was glad it was him. Girls had given their virginity to way worse guys, I would be giving mine in Paris, in one of the most beautiful places that I had ever seen.
The room opened and I was surprised to see rose petals everywhere, there were candles sweetly arranged on the floor, outlining a path that led to the bed.
Then it clicked in my head.
All this was planned. I wasn’t in his arms because I had decided to give myself, he had baited me, planned this, and toyed with my emotions.
My body went cold under his touch.
ALEXANDRO KINGI felt it the moment she broke out of her lust haze. What I didn’t know was why. Everything had been going smoothly. She wanted me from the moment my lips touched hers, I had thought this would be it.I had no intentions of having her today, maybe I was sure she’d be under me before we left for home, but today had been unexpected.It had seemed like she set out to seduce me. The first was with the dress, it was soft and light, like another skin, and it made me want to touch her.Then her little drama with Stella, she didn’t know I knew about it, but I liked to have my eyes everywhere. I couldn’t believe she could be successfully intimidating. It was a beautiful sight. Stella and I had never had sex, and I didn’t go around fucking my staff, but there was a time I spent hours traveling and, on the plane, and we had come a bit close. I wasn’t stupid enough to repeat one mistake twice. I still had Alisha on my neck, and I didn’t have any idea of how to unhook her from my sk
EMILY KINGHe couldn’t go slow.I didn’t want him to. I was scared, I wanted to get over with this. I needed to cloud my mind and this was the most potent way. I loved the feeling of his body under my hands, how his muscles jumped at my touch, I only melted like butter under his.He took that thrill away by handing my hands up, I needed a form of contact, I needed to touch him one way, I leaned in and caught his lips again.He groaned into my mouth; I loved it. I didn’t have much experience in kissing but I kissed him the way he kissed me. Open-mouthed, consuming, devouring. It was way better this way, I felt more. I sucked at his lips, enjoying how it felt inside my mouth, it was smooth to lick, and it gave me a wonderful thrill.He snapped away before I could do it again, I scrolled at him. He wasn’t touching me and he wouldn’t let me touch him. I didn’t know where he found it, but he brought up a rope and swirled it around my hand, restraining me from touching him, it was tight eno
I didn’t stop screaming his name. it had become a prayer on my lip, a plea for satisfaction. I arched my back to meet him.It felt so good. The movement of his tongue pushed me towards the edge, I moaned over every slide, every dip, every lick. Dear God, I was going to come. I felt the rush coming at me so hard it stole my breath away.One second I thought I was going to come, I could already taste the climax on my tongue and the next he withdrew his touch completely off me. It felt like I was yanked away from paradise. I scrawled my legs at him, close to howling out in pain and screaming his name, but when I opened my eyes, he was over me.His hands pulled my legs apart as I saw his dick approach me. My throat went dry for another reason. The need to cum seemed to choke the fear of his size. I wanted him so badly.I was too far gone to fear anything, when I felt the tip of his cock on my entrance and his finger tightened over my hip, I shut my eyes hard and anticipated the feeling. I
ALEXANDRO'S POV“I do not need a wife.” I barked at my brother over the phone, not caring that people were staring at me or I was in a hospital. No one dared complain, I had bought the hospital along with every damn staff in it the day before.“You do not actually, but if you want to lias with the old man, you need a woman you’re legally bound to standing beside you. It’s the rules.” Ian replied over the phone. “Besides, marriage is not so bad a thing,” Ian concluded. The man believed in love.“I think you just got lucky. I’d see what I can do to get the old man’s attention.” With that, I hung up.I didn’t need a woman giving me a headache, women meant too much trouble and I just wasn’t interested. They had no value beyond sexual pleasure, and I didn’t need to marry one before getting that, another thing was the legal right she would have if she decided to leave.“Please, please, give me a month, just a month, and I’ll pay up, just please take care of my dad, please, I beg of you.” A
He sat opposite me with a no-nonsense look on his face. He had looked romantic in black earlier but now he looked totally like the Grim Reaper.“So? What do you think?” He asked. We were in his house. It was a big mansion with maids running around like scared rabbits, he sat like he knew he had everyone’s lives wrapped around his fingers. Little did I know I was about to be one of them.“Why? I’ve never met you before.” I was sure it wasn’t because of my mesmerizing beauty because I had none. I looked like a homeless kid, which I was.“I’ve seen you three times before now and I think you’re perfect. Sorry about your father and the job you lost.” He wasn’t sorry, he just wanted me to know how much he knew about me. There was no empathy in his voice.“How… how did you know about my father?” I should feel my face turn white with shock.“Doesn’t matter. Here’s the deal, I’ll take care of your dad, take him to a more private unit where he would be well taken care of, and you’ll have a home
I got married in a black dress.It was at that wedding I knew my husband wasn’t an ordinary man. We got married in a hotel I found out he owned. It wasn’t a regular wedding although a vicar was called to join us together. The press came in swarms and every breath I took was caught on camera. The only people that looked normal were a man I found out was Alexandro's brother, Ian, and his wife Hannah.“One minute Xandro is against getting married, the other minute he’s having a wedding. Who are you?” Ian asked me when the wedding was over, although I had heard there was a separate part at night.He was the one who gave me away, he looked curious, but I didn’t see a look of disapproval on his face.“We met last year, at NYU.” I began to reply as Alexandro had said I should but joined in and interrupted.“We don’t need to lie to me, brother,” Alexandro said smiling, he looked at his brother around. Today he looked very handsome, his dark hair had been perfectly styled, making his dark eyes
ALEXANDRO Everyone cleared the way for her to come in, the path led her to me. It was either move or be moved.She hadn’t taken off her wedding gown but for some reason, more cleavage was being revealed.The gown was the reason all the women moved out of the way, it took so much space. Because it was night, the diamonds she wore on her neck and ears glittered.She stopped right in front of me, “Hi.” She muttered.Because everyone was watching, I stood up and wrapped my arms around her, she cooperated and didn’t jump in surprise or flinch, instead, I saw how she couldn’t stop batting her lashes. It was cute.“Did anyone not notice they didn’t kiss at the wedding?” A woman named Portia interrupted. She had a small body but was one of the women I respected in the outfit, the deadly kind.“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” They all began chanting.A gentleman would have asked for permission before kissing a woman whom he hadn’t talked about physical intimacy with, but I wasn’t a gentleman, so I wrapped
EMILYHis hands were around my neck, and the pressure was tight enough to suck the air out of my lung, restricting airflow but my heart was thundering in my chest for a different reason altogether.He was so close, his hands on my chest, my breasts swelled underneath my clothes while my nipples tightened.“I’m sorry.” I pleaded I was losing more air by the minute and my eyes had begun to water.“Why are you sorry? First, you must know your offense, then you can know your punishments, Apologies do not cut it.”“What are my offenses.” I struggled to say, it seemed like he didn’t know how much pressure he was applying.“Why didn’t you tell me we had met before?” He asked. I didn't understand at first but when he tightened his grip on my neck, the memory came flooding back. oh, NYU“We haven’t, I only saw you.” I realized it had been him today, as I walked towards him on the aisle. He looked as dashing as he had that day. I had been waiting tables and thought he was the most handsome man