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Hunter and I managed to escape from the guests a little later, and we left for another endless photo shoot. Inside the white limousine "led by the same driver who has been with us since we arrived in the city", our ceremonialist instructs what we should do at the magnificent reception she prepared.Hunter holds my hand all the time, but he can't talk to me at any time. All the moment someone puts himself in our way and distracts us. We can only say what we can't through glances, because it's the only method of communication that no one can stop us from having.Our party takes place in a two-story concert hall, and I am surprised to see all the guests present, applauding our entrance with the same euphoria as before. We pose for more photos, dance, talk, but we never have a second of intimacy. Not even during our long-awaited waltz, because we avoid talking so that one does not step on the other's foot. All I have left is to drool over his beauty with excessive admiration.My husband d
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I wait in the carpeted hallway while Hunter uses a card to open the door of our room.In the anteroom, we are greeted by boxes and packages of all sizes that rest in the corners; gifts for our wedding night, including those I got in my Lingerie tea. Along the wide corridor, the lights of the city outside spread into the furnished room, through a wall entirely of tempered, resistant glass, which interrupts the set of those dyed with a soft peach tone.“Do you want to toast now? "Hunter asks, pointing to a bottle of champagne inside the bucket with ice on top of the countertop near the wall. "During the party, they didn't leave me alone even to drink water.”"I went through the same" I admit, waving my hand to my body. "First I'll try to get rid of this dress, then we toast.”He nods in silence, although he doesn't take his eyes off me until I turn the hallway of the room.Not that I'm surprised, since everything in Vegas is exorbitant and luxurious, but our hotel room is as complete as
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My eyes open only when I can win the fight against the buttons on my pants, and very slowly I lower myself, kneeling before him. Without ever failing to face the green irises that shine through voluptuousness, I pull the edges of Hunter's underwear, releasing what wonderfully matches his size.I hold your limb in my hands, having to use both to even feel your weight. Thick veins stretch through the smooth and slightly inclined extension, and the pink head makes me salivate. I take it in my mouth without having the slightest embarrassment of what I am doing, guided by the most basic instinct of sexuality.The raw contact of your skin around my tongue makes me burn, and I delight myself with the way I feel him throbbing at the reach of the inside of my cheek, sucking and rubbing my lips in quick crackles.A gloriously satisfied moan sounds above my head, and I look up at Hunter, amazed at the greed that colors his features. Well, maybe I'm not that frivolous.Tensioning his jaw as he lo
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"Where did you get this scar?”Hunter lands the embers stirer on top of the fireplace bricks and looks at me over his shoulder, arching an eyebrow by the sudden question. I make a gentle movement with my lips, not knowing how to explain curiosity. He leans towards the light, groping his back in search of the focus of my attention.“This one? "Questions, hitting lightly with your fingers on a rupture on the side of the lower back. The beginning of your naked ass distracts me for a second, but I watch. “Oh, it was a stab.”"How can you say that so naturally? "I frown.He lies next to me, unpacking with one of his feet a part of the quilt with floral designs that we use to line the cold floor. Of course, it would have been easier to use the spacious and inviting bedroom bed, but we could not leave the living room, especially because we had not realized that, in addition to the complete furniture, the room is cozyly equipped with a fireplace.Without a cell phone to connect to the world o
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I have no right to judge anything he has done in his past, so I keep quiet. The silence seems to bother you, because you are quickly turning to face me, perhaps waiting for a nervous breakdown. Or at least an indication that I care.“That is... Complicated "I say, because I can't find anything better to say.Hunter offers me a smile devoid of emotion."That's what happens to boys who don't have anyone in the world, Suzy. Anything looks better than poverty.”Your tone makes my heart stop.“Where were your parents? "I ask, sitting as close as I can without it looking like I'm invading your space."I've never met my real parents," he crosses his arms. "They took me when I was still too small and too dumb to believe that I wouldn't get help if I tried to run away.”"Who are they? “I insist.Hunter lets out a grunt, certainly sorry."People who take advantage of poor families to take children to an unknown country, and train them to serve whatever they want. My job was to contribute to the
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I wake up startled, with the remnants of a nightmare taking my thoughts.I take my hands to the painful point in my temples and massage it, taking a few seconds to control unregulated breathing. There is not enough light for me to see more than the shadows and contours of the furniture in the room, but I know that Hunter is next to me, especially because of the heat that his large body spreads through the silk sheet under us.I light the lamp and swing my legs out of the bed, casting a dislike look at the numbers in red flashing on my alarm clock. It’s four hours and two minutes in the morning. I must have been frightened by the shrill sound and been prevented from turning it off by the torments in my dreams. I'm two minutes late to start my usual routine, and the simple delay once again wakes me up without a drop of good humor.I grumble a bad word before the first twenty steps around the room, bumping into the wheel of one of my bags with my little finger.We arrived from a trip las
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Hunter decides to change the subject suddenly."What time do you come home?”"I don't know.”“And what am I going to do all day?”I squeeze my hair with a thin ligation, curling the dark tips with a slight cuddle of my fingers."Do what you want.”“Alone? "He asks in a horrified tone. "I don't want to be locked up at home while you work.”I turn around with a pearl earring hanging on my left ear and support one hand on my waist."Poor foreign baby" cantarolo, imitating a childish voice. "Do you need a nanny?”Suddenly your green irises light up with a genuine interest."In fact, I just need someone who is willing to offer me a few hours in exchange for the company of the best lover you can dream of "roo, presumptuous. "What do you say, pretty girl?”"I say this was your worst sung "I answer, ignorant to the shiver that the sexual connotation causes in my nerves.His laughter directly hits my ears when I lower myself next to him to reach my shoes, but, dissatisfied with my dedication t
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"You're in love," Penelope said, having fun with her own statement."I'm not " i said, exasperated. "I'm just saying that talking about the intimacies of a marriage in the middle of working hours is completely wrong.”"We are having lunch," she insists, crossing her arms over the glass top of the table.I don't even look in your direction, even though I feel your curiosity hovering in the air."It's your impression that I'm nervous. And it definitely has nothing to do with passion.”On another occasion, I could use the argument that this is a fake marriage and that there is no possibility that I will fall in love with Hunter. Not while our rules are rising between us like an impenetrable wall.But being stuck in a meeting room with Penelope and two other important colleagues, I don't have much choice to refuse to talk about why she saw me snorting early in the morning, but accuse her own sleep.We have just paused the first meeting of the day, not having reached even half of the issue
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