Her hands held on to my hips so she could pull her body back into mine. Her small frame was folded underneath me, her legs wide apart to give my length the room it needed to penetrate her entrance.
I tried to take it slow, but fuck, she felt good, and she looked so damn good.
It was impossible to control myself, and I fucked her so hard. My fingers kneaded her flesh, and my back formed a thin coating of sweat. I didn’t realize how hard I was working until I felt the cool air of the room evaporate the sweat off my skin.
Her eyes watered, and she winced here and there, like my big dick was a little too much for her, but she didn’t ask me to stop. She continued to tug on me, to pull her body back into mine to take my length.
I stared down at her perfect body, keeping my focus so I wouldn’t come too soon. I wanted to enjoy it a while longer, enjoy the high of my victory as long as I could. I was fucking the woman Grave loved—and it felt so fucking good.
If only he could watch.
I wanted to direct my dick just an inch south, to fuck her in the ass for a while before moving back up again, but this wasn’t the night. Maybe tomorrow.
I leaned farther over her, pushed my dick as deep as I could without making her cry, and rubbed my pelvic bone right against her clit.
She moaned louder, opened her legs wider, and clawed at my stomach. Color rushed into her neck and cheeks, and the gleam in her eyes was from a new round of tears. Her breathing suddenly became shallow and labored, and her nails sank deep into my skin. Her body tightened around mine, and then it hit her.
She writhed underneath me, tears streaking down her cheeks, her hips bucking against me uncontrollably, her eyes closed.
I leaned over her completely and watched her come. “Eyes.”
Her eyes opened and locked on mine as she finished.
I gave a loud moan as I finished, my thrusts deep and hard, pounding into her as I filled her completely. “Fuck…” My thrusts slowed, and then I remained there, my dick gradually softening inside her.
After a few deep breaths, I pulled out of her and released her thighs. “It’s down to business from now on.”
NINE
CAMILLE
I was sore.
It’d been a long time since I’d felt that way.
Cauldron had a really big dick and wasn’t afraid to use it. I hadn’t noticed the discomfort during the sex. It was masked by all the good things going on. The second he kissed me, I forgot the reason I was there in the first place.
That was his intention—and it worked.
When there was a knock on my door, I knew it was Hugo instead of the man of the house. “Yeah?”
“Yeah?” Hugo mocked through the door. “What does that mean?”
I rolled my eyes. “Come in.”
Hugo stepped inside, holding a wardrobe of clothing on hangers. “Gather all your things. I’ll pack these for you, but bring other essentials you might need.”
“Essentials for what?” I asked, having no idea what was going on. “And what are those?”
“Mr. Beaufort asked me to grab appropriate attire.”
“Appropriate attire for what?”
He set them over the back of the couch then looked at me head on. “For not looking like a peasant.” He looked me up and down, like I looked like trash at that very moment. “And not embarrassing Mr. Beaufort.” He headed back out the door.
“Seriously, where are we going?”
“Paris,” he said as he continued walking.
“Why Paris?” I followed.
“Mr. Beaufort has business in the city. He’s requested you accompany him.”
Paris was the last place I wanted to go. “Uh…can I stay here?”
Hugo stopped in the doorway and turned back around. “If he wanted you to stay here, he would have been clear about that. You leave in an hour, so hurry up and shower.”
“I already showered.”
“Oh.” He looked me up and down again. “My mistake.”
“Wow…” After Hugo was gone, I headed to the double doors of Cauldron’s bedroom and stepped inside. “Your butler is a catty bitch, you know that—”
“Get out.” The first room was a large sitting room with a TV on the wall. He had a suitcase on one of the couches, and he stood there as he buttoned his collared linen shirt. “Don’t come in here again.”
I stood in the doorway, speechless he would be so cold to me after last night. “You’ve got no problem having me suck your dick, but coming into your bedroom is a big no-no?” My eyebrows shot up to the top of my forehead.
He finished buttoning his shirt, his angry eyes on me. “Nobody comes into my bedroom.”
“Why?”
“I said, get out.” His arms dropped to his sides, and he stepped toward the doorway, his stance defensive, like he would throw me out on my ass if I didn’t walk away.