I slide my hands down her body, cupping her ass. They are shaped perfectly and so soft even as I grab them through her dress. She arches deeper into me. There's no space between us, yet her legs part for me as my hand finds their way to her core, the damn panties a barrier to touching her wet eager flesh.I rip my mouth away from her lips to kiss down her exquisite neck, I bite on the sensitive spot where her neck curves into her shoulders, she cries out, her leg tightens around my waist.Her dress has already ridden up her thighs, so my fingers find her underwear in the darkness easily, and I press my thumb to her spot. She is soaking wet, eager and ready for me and raw hunger ripples through me at the realization."Linc. Linc. Stop." Amelia cries out, and I freeze immediately, feeling my heart pounding hard in my chest."I... I am sorry, I... I can't do this. We can't... can't... do this. I c-can't... please." Amelia slips out of my hold. I let her go because if I don't, I can't pro
"What is there to talk about?" I say, avoiding the intensity of those dark swirling pools of his onyx eyes."A lot, Amelia. A lot and I know you know exactly what I am talking about," he says, then he takes a couple of steps towards me and I brace against the wall of the elevator, my heart jumping wildly in my rib cage, he looks especially stunning in the charcoal black three-piece suit he has on this morning, "except you need me to jolt your memory?" He is suddenly too close to me. His minty breath caresses my face, and I bite back the moan that threatens to escape my lips. My treacherous body. It responds to him too easily. I give in without even being aware of it."Yes...wait, no. What the hell? No." My brain is scrambled as I find the right answer. I push the button behind me, and the door falls open, Linc doesn't move away from me even though we are now exposed to the whole floor. He is insane. His lips curl up in a smirk that almost stops my heart as I back away. I want to giv
Have I mentioned how much I hate how easily my body betrays me when it comes to Linc Tanner? He is my goddamned stepfather for fuck's sake. Why can't I find some other middle-aged man to feel this way for? I will take any other man but him. No matter how much I like to deny it, we are related. Not by blood, but something that might be worse. We are related by commitment. Loyalty. All the things that bound him to my mother. This attraction to him started as a rebellion, but now it has evolved into something completely out of my control.An uncontrolled flashback to that night a week ago rips through my mind, and I feel the heat rise up my neck. I kissed him back. Recklessly. I wrapped my leg around him, wanting more. I wanted more. And he gave me just what I was demanding, and then I ran away like a coward."Let's start," Linc says to the room, his voice authoritative and incredibly hot.I zone out. The more the meeting progresses, the harder it gets for me to keep my eyes away from h
"What is your deal?" She breathes immediately, and the elevator closes behind us. Fuck if I know. I run my hands through my hair to calm my unexplained anger and the vivid memory of her slim fingers running through my scalp as our tongues fought for dominance in her hot mouth flashes through my head. I blink. I am so out of it."What is your relationship with the Tyler kid?" I ask, moving close to her as she moves away from me, her doe-like eyes opening wide when her back touches the wall, and I move closer still to box her in. God, I miss being close to her like this. She smells divine. Her hair is down today in waves of gold, framing her sweet oval face. She is stunning."What the fuck?" She narrows her eyes at me with a well-deserved glare. It only turns me on more. I have lost my damn mind."Answer the question, Amelia." I say, pinning her to the spot with my eyes on hers. She doesn't look away. The elevator stops, and I push the hold button before the door can open, sealing us in
I don't hear the door clicking open, I don't register that Linc's finger pushing the hold button already left it to roam my body, I am mindless in his arms, lost in the kiss and suddenly he rips his mouth away from mine. In a flash, we are clinging to each other and the next, he is across from me on the other side of the elevator, looking normal. I whip my head to the door as it opens, horrified as Charlotte's face comes into view.She looks at me first, I wince and look away immediately. Linc notices and moves away from the wall so he is standing in front of me. His huge body shielding me from the unmistakable judgment in Charlotte's sharp brown eyes. I smooth my dress down my legs quickly, run my hand through my hair to try to put it in some order. I pat at my cheeks discreetly, my lip gloss is gone and I know my cheeks are definitely flushed, but maybe I can wipe the dreamy look in my eyes that comes from being kissed by Linc."Uhh, I am sorry if I interrupted something." Charlot
When the elevator stops, I almost run for it in relief, but Charlotte stops me in my tracks, "You are Kathryn Strongheart's daughter, right?" Fuck. I am frozen in the spot. The elevator door closes. I swallow, absolute dread building in my throat. "What?" I ask, turning around to look at her face. Charlotte's features are what I would call severe. She can't be older than thirty. Her brown hair is always pulled tight in a bun at the base of her neck, and her high cheekbones give her a kind of haughty, typical judgmental look. "Your last name. It is Dimitri. We only knew one Dimitri around here." She says with a brow raise. Fuck. Of course, my mother's marriage to Linc was not some secret thing. Considering how extroverted she was. How obsessed with social standing. She permeated his life and tried to be the new billionaire wife by going above and beyond in his circle. She attended every single corporate dinner on his arm. She introduced herself as Kathryn Dimitri, though sh
"Then what do you want me to do? You know you just have to name it." I say.A moment passes between us as we listen for the telltale signs of the chef and his assistants leaving the house. The lights are going dim. The quiet descending on the house. This is usually the best time of the night for me. And now I get to share it with her. A look of determination crosses her face, and she opens her mouth."What I want is for you to stop. This..." She gestures between us, hitches a breath, and continues, "this...whatever it is between us, it is wrong. We can't...I can't. Let me move out." She bites her lower lip, the plea shining in her eyes.Fucking hell. I pull my hand through my hair, my heart beating wildly in my chest. I didn't eat much because I don't have an appetite, but I feel uneasy like she took a fist and buried it in my stomach."Amelia. I just need to know one thing. Does it feel wrong to you? Because if it does, then I swear I would let you go. You have to be honest with me,
"Then don't." I say, heat flushed out of my mind as I fist my hands in his hair. His hands on my ass are like a brand on my skin, igniting me from within. Stroking the fire in my core to an almost unbearable heat."Be careful what you ask of me." He growls, the sound deep in his throat, and I wrap my legs around his waist tighter, pulling him closer to my aching core. He places me on the table, but his mouth doesn't leave mine.He pulls my dress over my head, his mouth never leaving mine. I tug at his shirt with jittery fingers. Blind lust taking control of my senses. I need him. I need him closer. I need to touch his skin. I whimper into his mouth when he runs his teeth along my lower lip, nipping me with the right amount of pressure that my eyes roll to the back of my head. He gets rid of his shirt himself, and his warm skin against mine is so delicious. I want more. I need more.My cotton bra comes undone, and I am seated in just my tiny underwear. Linc watches my breasts in the d
The door swings open and Ashley walks in, she comes straight to where I am perched in the middle of the room in my expensive wedding dress that costs seven figures, designed by a top rated designer to flatter my body and make me look unreal. It was unspoken but also to make my tiny pregnant bulge not very visible. And it is perfect. I feel like a fairy in the low V-neck, long sleeved, ankle length gown made with sheer lace, embroidered with real diamonds along my silhouette. I feel pretty. "Are you okay?" She asks.I shake my head. I am far from okay. My life is a fairytale and I can't seem to snap to reality. We are having the wedding in a quaint countryside ranch in the south of France, magical and ethereal. How can I be okay? It is a small wedding. When I say small, I mean it is just Linc and I, Ashley and Dylan, Chris who is Linc's best friend who I am just meeting who happens to be a very jovial man with a wicked sense of humour, his girlfriend, a french model whose name was so
I am alone in the bed. But Linc's scent lingers in the pillows, sheets, my senses. His side of the bed is warm. I can tell he just left. But to where? It is still Sunday right? I look around for my phone, it is six p.m in the evening of the same day so he didn't go to work. My bladder pushes all the other thoughts from my head as I make to get up and go pee. After peeing, I look at myself in the mirror and I find that I can't quite recognise the woman looking back at me. Sensual and free. My eyes are glazed and it is not because of sleep. Wild and sated. My hair is a tousled mess atop my head, hanging loosely down to frame my breasts. Linc had left me multiple hickeys. On my neck, clavicle, shoulder, breasts, everywhere I look, he is there, he has claimed me in ways that I could never detach from. It is not our first time but something about the selfless way he pleasured my body till I came, felt different, new and exhilarating. I need him to come back from wherever he went to immed
I skip over her waiting flesh, the clean trim of her pussy, the little triangle of golden hair, I kiss her inner thighs, raising them up for easy access to the feast I am about to have. Amelia quakes in my arms, I can't help the cocky smirk that comes on my face. We are only just getting started, my love. I give her a little bite around her smooth bikini line and she shivers, the sound of her breathing is audible. Quicker. Shallower. I am positioned in between her thighs and I look up, holding her eyes. "Look at me, my love. I want you to watch me as I worship you." I say, my voice is raspy and endlessly choked full with emotions that overwhelm me. Her scent is in my head, clouding my senses, holding me captive, I am hers, forever. "Linc." She only breathes in response. Waiting. Hunger. Writhing. Arching. Pleading. Wanting. I lean down and run the pointed tip of my tongue through her slick pussy folds, maintaining eye contact, enjoying the rapturous look of pleasure stretching her
Linc Dmitri POV::I kiss her like she was life itself. She is my life. She is my everything. She just made me sob like a child with the heartwrenching news that she was pregnant. Never have I ever been that overwhelmed. Completely caught off guard. I am going to be a father at forty four. Amelia, my girl, my precious little love, she is going to make me a father. It is hardly believable, I can't seem to fully come to terms with it. When I turned forty, I kind of stopped bothering about the whole heir thing. I figured I would just pass down most of my wealth to charity and the other half to her, even if she wasn't in my life anymore. I reviewed my will a few months ago, before I even called her to come back to New York, I reviewed my will and made her the part beneficiary of my entire wealth. That was the extent of my loyal affection for her. I was never going to let her struggle for anything. And then she returned and we gave in to this beautiful fire that was our relationship and I
"What?" "What?" Linc's voice overshadows Ashley's. I look away from the intensity of his eyes burning into me. My heart is beating hard and fast. I am not scared or worried, I am a lot of things. A lot of bubbling emotions and I start crying again. It is definitely the hormones. The test I did didn't say how far along I was, just that I was pregnant. Positive. "When did you find out?" Linc is in front of me. Hovering above me. He is all I see through my tears, he places his hands on my cheek gently, softly, like I was a feather he could blow away easily, like I was fragile and he was scared of hurting me, I am crying too hard to talk and he just quietly swipes away the tears, cradling my face with so much affection, the tears would not stop falling. "Yesterday night." I manage to say through my tears. He pulls me close and I get lost inside him. His huge hard body engulfs mine and I look at Ashley, her face is wet again and she is trying to wipe her face clean, she pats down my ha
"I knew her through Trent. We paid her a condolences visit and help her out with little things occasionally." Ashley says and I realise that I asked her the question out loud. She is telling me her connection with Sheryl and it only makes the sense of dread tighten in the coil of my empty belly. "I pay her a visit every Thursday to check in on how she was doing. When I got there this week, she was drunk and started sobbing uncontrollably about revenge and all sorts of things I couldn't follow till she brought out the phone and showed me the video. She said she was going to share it since, but hadn't found the courage to. She was an emotional grieving mess. It was sad to watch. I stayed with her till she fell asleep and I took the phone and deleted it from the cloud it was saved on. When she wakes up and finds it gone, she might believe she did it herself when she was drunk or whatever. I went to your place that night but you weren't around. I expected to see you in class the next day
Amelia POV::I hear the knock at the door but I don't move. I don't know when I slept off last night, and when I open my eyes to see that it is morning, I couldn't believe it. Yet, I did not move even then, not even to go pee or brush my mouth. And now with that persistent knocking, I remain inert. I didn't order anything and I am not expecting anyone so maybe it is a neighbour's guest at the wrong door. I am not bothered to go check it out. They would leave when they figure it out. My entire world is spinning and I can't seem to get a grip. A thousand thoughts rush through my mind and none is comforting. I am hot and cold at the same time and I am hungry but incredibly nauseous and sensitive to the faintest smell. I couldn't keep anything down if I tried. I sit up suddenly, alarmed by the unmistakable click of the door and then it is open and I hear that familiar voice, that silky smooth baritone that makes my insides melt and feel like mush. Linc. A weak smile plays on my lips in s
"Mr. Dmitri, are you there?" Mr. Hageman's voice comes on again, polite and persistent. Sometimes, I forget about the man's existence in the house with me. But I feel his presence in how pristine he keeps the mansion. It is not an easy job to do, but he manages it all perfectly. His bookkeeping is honest and professional, I have had him for close to ten years now and I have never had any issues with his work. I send birthday and holiday cards to his wife and kids through my assistants every year. "Yes. Send her in. I will be down in thirty minutes." I reply, getting up. I didn't plan to get out of bed today but here comes Ashley of all people, to drag me out of it. I am very curious about her visit but not enough that I would clean up before meeting her. Amelia told me she doesn't have the best opinions of me and that makes her visit all the more suspicious. Is she here for Amelia? I thought they fell out with eachother. I take a quick cold shower, put on clean casual clothes and
Linc Dmitri POV::I stretch my arms out and I come up empty. Air. Nothing. She is not here. I open my eyes and glare at the sunlight splashing on my face. It is Sunday morning and I am in a foul mood. Just yesterday, I woke up in the best mood, with her soft body in my bed after a long night of ravaging her body to my soul's satisfaction. I woke up to her warm body snuggling into me and I couldn't resist fucking her again. And now, she is not here anymore. I can't wrap my head around anything. I swing my arm up to cover my eyes. I can't stand the brightness of the morning, it feels like the universe is taunting me. How can time be moving on when my world is unstable?Did she break up with me? Are we broken up? I am forty four and I can't tell. But I do know one thing. The ugly ache stuck in my chest. Her words hurt me and I was too numb to act when she finally said she had to leave because she needed space. I just watched her. And she left. It took me hours of stunned hurtful silence