“It’s necessary!” He says, starting to get a little angry too. I don’t think he expected as much protest from me. “It has to be done!” “Wha – why!?” I burst out, still staring at him, completely not getting it. “And why you!? Why do you have to do it?” “Why don’t you want me to do it?” He asks,
“This world, Iris,” Christian says quietly, his grey-blue eyes locked on mine. “It’s always going to exist. Even if my father died, and I and all my brothers walked away…someone would step up to take his place. Someone would take over, and get power, and start doing it all again.” “So, that someon
My mind races, wondering at the possibilities of this. Christian – he is good, I know it in my heart. But can he ever have that kind of effect? I flash back to where I was months ago, in the strip club, Bonetti’s guys leering over me and talking casually about how I’d been sold, about how I’d work
“Iris,” Christian says, his voice sorrowful, filled with apology. I feel his hands on my shoulders but I tear myself away. Because if he holds me, I know that I’m going to give in – that I’ll let him convince me – “No!” I shout, spinning and dropping my hands, livid. “My answer is no, Christian, i
Taking me to bed. Finally. He turns when he finally gets to it, stumbling and sitting down hard on the mattress and taking me with him. I keep my eyes closed through it all, concentrating on Christian, on the softness of his lips even as they move rough against mine, at the way his arms wrap me
I gasp again, one of my hands fisting in the fabric of the duvet as Christian tugs my panties down over my thighs, and then slips them down my legs and tosses them away like they couldn’t possibly matter, like it offended him that they were there in the first place. And then I groan as he lowers h
My head falls back, my eyes fluttering shut as Christian takes control again, pressing the tip of his cock hard against the center of me, pressing in just an inch. He pauses then, shuddering, and I lose my mind a little bit, raising my hips hard, desperate to get him inside of me. It works, and Chri
Christian and I fuck…for hours. Or, well, is that even the right term? Because some of it is fucking, surely – the times when he pounds himself so hard into me that the bed shakes, that I grip the blankets and raise my hips to him, wanting to take him deeper and deeper until I can’t take anymore.