Sylvia could not look away. The pictures in the hall hadn't done David Wells any justice. They hadn't shown muscles that rippled beneath his bronze skin. They hadn't shown how powerful his arms were as they wrapped around the maid. They hadn't shown his sexy backside either. Tanned, hot, and incredibly toned.
Mesmerized, she watched him thrust into the maid furiously. Watched him toss his head back in a groan, his eyes closed as he relished the feel of the maid clamped tightly against him. Her thighs clenched jealousy and she shuddered at the sensations that simmered within her.
David's eyes opened suddenly, and piercing green eyes met hers. She gasped in surprise at being caught and for a minute, he held her gaze while he fucked the maid. Feeling conflicted and incredibly turned on, she tore her gaze away from his and raced back to her room.
David watched the blonde run off and arched a brow, intrigued by her. Somehow the maid before him no longer seemed interesting. Heck, she had never seemed interesting. Susan or whatever the heck her name was. She had been too easy. Slobbering all over his dick like some possessed witch. Tossing her off his cock, he stepped away, eyes fixed on the spot the blonde had stayed a few moments before.
"Damn," he whispered, recalling the look in her eyes. She had one of those wide alluring fuck-me eyes. Hazel ones that shifted with the light. Her lips had parted when she watched them. Oh, he'd like to see them part when she screamed his name.
"Master David?" Salome or Susan- he couldn't quite get her name right- looked at him warily. "you haven't come yet?"
He chuckled. The maid looked so tired. She'd exploded so many times he had lost count. Too bad she couldn't keep up with his stamina. Perhaps he had to look for someone else to slake his lust. Someone like the sweet Blondie that had run off, leaving her jiggling ass imprinted in his mind.
"You can go, Sophie,"
"It's Shane sir," she mumbled and he shrugged. He didn't give a fuck.
"Who's the blonde? I haven't seen her around." He asked.
Shane winced while adjusting her uniform. He had barely finished fucking her and he was already thinking of his next prey. "She's new. Came in today-"
"What's her room number?" He asked, grinning wolfishly.
****"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" Sylvia hissed at herself, pacing her room restlessly. Why had she stayed to watch them? "For goodness sake why Sylvie?!"Now she couldn't get him out of her head, and out of her system either! For the past hour, she had tossed and turned on her bed, unable to sleep, and had simply given up trying. She could see him every time she closed her eyes. His mesmerizing eyes. His body, good Lord, his hot, hard body. She ached to feel him pressed up against her. To feel his powerful hands grip her hips as he fucked-
A knock on her door woke her out of her naughty thoughts and she froze.
"Who's there?" She whimpered, drawing closer to the door despite the ringing bells in her head that warned her.
"Open the door," came the deep reply that sent shivers up her spine.
Somehow, even though she hadn't heard him speak before. She knew it was him. Taking a deep breath, she pulled her door open and there he stood. He was shirtless. The pants he wore hung loosely on his hips, revealing an enticing V that made her throat dry. Droplets of water clung to his hair, rolled down his broad chest, and then disappeared into the V. He must have showered before coming to meet her.
"Fuck," He whispered. "You're even hotter close-up,"
That was an understatement, David mused, stepping into her room. She was a beautiful, scratch that, she was a fucking goddess. She had to be a nymph. Ah yes, a nymph. Her shoulder-length golden hair spilled over her lightly tanned skin like silk. His hands itched to hold it, to run his fingers through it.
And there was the rest of her. The silver nightdress she wore barely covered her. Her breasts, heavy and supple, moved with each labored breath she took in. Reaching for the negligee, he tugged it down, groaning when her breasts spilled out of it.
"Pink," he groaned, ogling her nipples. "Fuck me they're pink."
Sylvia couldn't bring herself to step away. Not with the way he looked at her. As if she took his every breath away. Turned on by his hungry eyes, she reached for her breasts, fondling them slowly. The warning bells in her head rang louder but before she could heed them, David covered the distance between them, capturing her lips in a kiss.
Everything that happened afterward passed in a blur of fiery passion. Her negligee got torn to shreds as her back touched the bed. David was ravenous. His mouth slid down her neck, eager to taste, hungry for more. She felt soft and warm and tasted as sweet as he had imagined she would. Spreading her legs, he licked his way down her stomach, pushed aside her panties, and holding her gaze, he lowered his mouth to her wet, dripping core.
"Oh, my God!" Sylvia screamed at the feel of his rough tongue against her sex, stabbing, probing, and sucking on her wet flesh. Her hands sought and found his hair, gripping it as he ate her out, not stopping until she convulsed on his tongue, her juices rubbing all over his face.
He loved it. The look on her face when she climaxed. Her eyes would widen and then snap close. Her mouth would part in a silent scream as she tensed and exploded.
"What's your name?" He whispered, stepping away briefly to get rid of his pants. For some reason, he wanted to know her name. He wanted to know her.
"Sylvia," she panted, struggling to sit up. Her eyes fixed on his cock the minute his pants dropped and she licked her lips. "Come here,"
"Bossy," he grinned, shifting towards her. "I like that very- Oh Fuucckk!"
He groaned, throwing his head back when she slipped her mouth over him. His hands slipped into her hair instinctively, guiding her mouth across his length. "Just like that, fuck me....That feels so fucking good Sylvia."
She moaned around his throbbing length, encouraged by the sounds he made. He pulled away then, panting heavily. Dammit he had been so close to coming. He had to be inside her or he would lose his damn mind.
"Please," she moaned when he ran the head of his cock down her core teasingly. She needed him so bad.
Swiftly he thrusted into her, groaning at her tightness. She felt good. Too fucking good, his body shuddered and he knew he wouldn't last long. Slowly their tempo rose, their pace unsteady and fervent as passion burned hotter between them until they both climaxed.
Drenched in sweat, David rolled off her, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. That had been intense! He glanced at Sylvia to see her looking up at him, a mocking glint in her eyes.
"Tired already Master David?" She murmured, drawing circles lazily over his chest.
"Minx," David grinned. "I am just getting started."
****Sylvia rolled out of bed the next morning, feeling sore and utterly disappointed with herself. David must have left an hour or so. They had barely gotten any sleep through the night. He had been insatiable.And she loved it.
Slapping her hands on her cheeks, she groaned in shame. "If Dad could see me now, he would be so disgusted with me!"
Her father was barely cold in the ground and she had gone ahead to hump one of the very suspects of her father's murder.
Infuriated, she scrambled out of bed, removed the bedsheets and tossed it in the laundry. Rushing to the bathroom, she scrubbed herself until she was raw and pink and clean from David Wells' touch.
No matter how much she wanted it, she would never let him touch her again!
***"You're late!" Luna exclaimed when she stepped into the kitchen. "Some help you are. I've done all the dishes."
Blushing, Sylvia mumbled an apology, shame coursing through her veins. "What can I do to help?"
"Go help Shane serve the dishes," Luna said with a sniff that told Sylvia she had fallen out of the older woman's good graces.
Damn you David Wells!
Grumpily, she carried a tray and followed Shane out of the kitchen to the dining room. Her breath snagged when she noticed David sitting with his father, sipping coffee from a mug.
It had to be unfair for him to look so good. She was supposed to hate his guts. But after what they had shared a few hours earlier, a small part of her hoped that he would acknowledge her. Even if it was just a tip of his head in her direction.
Throughout breakfast, David ignored her completely, as if she didn't exist. As if he hadn't spent a good part of his night in her bedroom. Tears burned the corner of her eyes as she retreated to the kitchen with Shane.
"Sylvia?" Leonard called just before she left the dining room.
She turned around then but kept her gaze on her shoes. "Yes sir?"
"Tell Luna to cook up a storm tonight. June Castello will be joining us for dinner."
David stiffened noticeably beside his father, his hands tightening around his fork. Sylvia frowned at the movement and then looked back at his father who gazed at her expectantly. "Sure thing sir," Sylvia mumbled and turned on her heels. "Sure thing?" Shane scoffed as soon as they were in the kitchen. "You don't say "sure thing" to the Master. That's rude and obnoxious!" Sylvia ignored her. "Luna, Mr. Wells says some June Castello is coming over-" "By God, you need to work on your filthy manners!" Shane spat. "Shane, quiet down and go join Anabelle in doing the dishes or something!" Luna chastened. Shane turned red in the face. "She has the manners of a cow! June Castello isn't some random person. She's the queen of Hollywood!" The young girl faced Sylvia, a vicious look on her face. "And you had better address her as Mistress Castello when she gets here!" Astounded, Sylvia watched the girl stomp out of the kitchen. What the hell was her problem? Was it because she had seen Sha
Sylvia shifted her gaze from left to right wondering why David, in all his sexiness was standing right outside her door, clothed in grey pajamas, staring at her intensely like a meal he couldn’t wait to devour.If he was back for another intense adventure then he had better be prepared to be slapped by a rejection. As far as she was concerned, she was in the mansion to solve the mystery behind her father’s murder not become David’s mistress.She raised a brow and was about to mumble a word when June slipped out from behind. Dressed in an emerald night robe that barely made it to her knee, June Castello had been standing behind David.Sylvia’s heartbeat skyrocketed in an instant, and dozens of questions began to flutter in her mind.Did June come to confront her about her mischief with David? Did David tell June anything? What if he lied that she seduced him? What were they doing by her door at 10 pm?Sylvia was beginning to slip into a panic. June cleared her throat loudly, jolting S
By the time Sylvia got to the kitchen, color had drained from her face. “Are you okay?” demanded Luna right after Sylvia walked in, looking startled. Sylvia realized that she had unconsciously made it to the kitchen. She lifted her head and gave repeated nods. “I’m good.” “Why don’t you fix dessert? Master David asked for it. I’ll see what Shane is up to.” Luna replied and walked up to Sylvia. She gave her a slight tap on the shoulder with an approving nod and stepped out. Poor girl! Luna thought. She must have not yet gotten over the loss of her dad. Sylvia shifted to the counter and positioned her hands on the table. She began to take deep breaths. Get a grip on yourself Sylvie she told herself. Be brave! A fact about Sylvia was that she was not adequate at masking her emotions. Whether it was fear, anxiety, or guilt. Somehow, her demeanor always communicated it. She clenched her jaw and pulled the fruit basket toward her. If she must carry out her revenge task, she knew that
The doctor checked David’s vitals and turned to June. “He’s stable now and can be discharged immediately.”“Thank you, Dr.”The doctor gave a satisfactory nod and left the private ward. David rested his aching back against the wall. The fall at the dining earlier was causing his back to ache. The last thing he remembered was slumping into a heap after taking several scoops from the bowl of the sumptuous fruit salad Sylvia had served him. He fell out of the chair after slumping. June wanted to speak but he silenced her by lifting a hand. From the moment his brain picked up a burning sensation and blood started gushing through his nostrils before he slumped, David had one thing in mind. Sleeping pills!“I know June. The reaction was caused by sleeping pills.”He had discovered his allergy in London after he took sleeping pills in his second year at college. The result was detrimental. He had always avoided it since then. June settled beside him. “All thanks to that stupid chef, we n
Sylvia stared at the yellow gloves shielding her hands with disgust. She shook her head and continued collecting the dirt she had piled into the rubbish can.She wouldn’t mind cleaning the entire Wells compound daily for weeks. As long as she’ll get to stay at the mansion.Just when she thought her hopes were shattered that morning, Leonard Wells returned to the mansion and told her that she could stay. He simply told her that his son thinks she deserved a second chance for the sake of her father. The statement sparked new hope in Sylvia. She had already packed up when the news arrived.Meanwhile, she had been pondering why anyone in the mansion would sabotage her.Was it Shane or Annabel or any of the servant’s tricks on a new colleague? That trick was way expensive. Were they jealous? That’s impossible because they know nothing about her wild night with David and this leaves her with one option.June Castello!The woman had told her that she was watching her after allWhile she tries
Flashback "Excuse me, miss Castello, you dropped your wallet." Cameron said and swept June's little wallet from the floor. He was about to hand it over to her when a passport photgraph slipped from the already open wallet and landed on the floor. "I'll get that," Cameron volunteered with a smile. They had just wrapped up their shoot for the day and June was packing up. Cameron flipped the photograph and arched a brow "Well, Well, if it's not David Leonard Wells then who is it?"June zipped up her Hermes Birkin bag and snatched the passport from Cameron. "By calling out his full name, I suppose you know him."Cameron gave a mischievous smile. He was the producer working with June on the movie she was shooting in London. She had been working with him for a week and it took her just a few days to realize that he was a loud mouth. "Of course I know him." He hummed and folded his arms across his chest. "Judging by the fact that you have his passport in your wallet, I'll say he's someo
Shane glared at Sylvia and turned away with a smirk. "It didn't take you long to fit into Luna's uniform didn't you?" Sylvia folded her arms across her chest and looked Shane straight in the face. "In this mansion, we fix things and move on and besides, once Luna is cleared of cancer, she'll be reinstated as head chef."Shane broke into a dry laugh. Shit! Sylvia hated the fact that she had to use that line thus sounding like the Wells but Shane was getting on her nerves and she needed to put the girl in her place. "I just hope you don't end up poisoning Mr. Leonard this time."Sylvia giggled. "Well, I hope it doesn't happen but good thing is, I won't get to serve anymore."Shane displayed a blank expression. Sylvia sighed and dusted her uniform. She was wearing Luna's white chef coat on black plain trousers. It was an oversized coat which she wouldn't want to temper with since Luna will return."Henceforth, I'll cook the meals and you'll serve them and do the dishes" Sylvia told S
"Whereis that bitch?" David screamed with clenched fists immediately after he walked into the living room. Haboring the same rage, his father followed closely behind him. "Where is she?" David thundered, putting his thunderous voice into action.June quickly left her chamber upon hearing David's thunderous scream. "Sylvia. Come out here this minute!"The scream alerted Sylvia. She was in her room. She quickly closed her journal and dashed toward the living room. By the time she got there, June and Shane had already assembled.While Leonard was taking off his silk tie, David was reaching for his phone from his jacket. He pulled out the gadget, took aggressive steps toward Sylvia and flashed the phone screen before her eyes. She was confused and had barely said a thing when David withdrew his phone. Her head began to bang and before she could demand the cause of the apprehension, Leonard stood up but instead of facing Sylvia, he walked up to June. "You let that low life speak to t