Linc Dmitri POV:Amelia writhes on my desk with mindless pleasure, and I hold her stable by her ankles, lapping at her flowing juices hungrily. I missed this so fucking much. How did I ever let her go? But even in the heat of the moment like this, I know I must let her go again. She is not ready. Not even close. My ego won't allow me to hold onto her when I know she will never fully commit to me because of her guilt.I couldn't give a fuck less about what people might say if they found out about us. She is not a kid. Though barely legal at just twenty one, but she is not a kid. I held back when she was eighteen and obviously smitten by me not even majorly because of Kathryn but because it just wasn't the right thing to do. She was too young. I felt like a slimy predator just thinking about her like that."Linc...Linc..." Amelia sits up to run her hand through my hair. Her breathy voice is like music to my ears. I suck the swollen bulb of flesh in between my mouth, running my tongue f
Amelia POV:"What the fuck are you doing home?" Ashley's loud voice echoes around in my head from her spot at the door. I am curled on the couch where I have been since this afternoon when I ran away from Linc's office. I couldn't handle facing anyone when it could have been any one of the professional faces around the firm that saw us."Oh, are you alright?" Ashley's voice goes soft when she walks into the living room to see me on the couch. I have cried myself to a short dreamless sleep and woken up again to my dread still sitting heavy in my throat.What the fuck was I thinking being that reckless? Oh God. I didn't even check whether the door was locked before going on my knees in front of him immediately I stepped in.I have driven myself insane thinking about who it could have been. Who stepped in on us without us even noticing. Only when the door clicked shut did we hear it. The fact that it could have been literally any one doesn't help my paranoia. I break into a cold sweat o
Amelia POV:"You asked for me." I uncross my arms from around my chest, I know it makes me look confrontational, but I am too nervous, I can't help it. It has been four days since I walked out of this office with dread choking me up. Now I am back, and I don't know where to look without feeling my cheeks heat up with untamed flashbacks."Ames. How are you?" Linc's baritone is smooth and solid. Reassuring.God, I miss him."I am okay." I shrug. I have managed to avoid him since that day. But being back here, looking in his eyes, and I can't help the gentle fluttering of my heart.I don't think I will ever get used to how he looks at me. He might not know it himself, and it is even possible that I am just being delusional, but he looks at me like I am the only one around. Like I am the only one he can see. He always has. And it does something to my self-control."Amelia, you can't keep avoiding me every time after we fuck. This was what I was talking about when I said you should move o
Amelia POV:He is insane. And so hot. Christ, so fucking hot. This side of him is like something out of my wild eighteen year old fantasies. I used to fantasize what it would feel like to be wanted by Linc Dmitri. The reality is way better than anything I could have thought up. The dark intensity in his eyes when he looks at me makes me fucking dizzy. I become aware of how young I am compared to him. How inexperienced. How unseasoned. Linc has lived lives I know nothing about.That thought pulls me in and makes me want to run away at the same time."Did you even care about whoever it was that walked in that day?" I jut my chin up at him. Bad mistake. His eyes draw down to my lips and he smirks, bringing his hand to my face, his thumb grazes my lower lip, pulling it down with gentle pressure and all I feel is heat. Hot fiery lust coursing through my bloodstream. I surrender to him without conscious effort. It just comes to me.Linc leans forward, closing the distance between us till o
Linc doesn't wait for me to say it twice. He pulls my dress over my head, popping a few buttons as he gets it off me, I don't care. The urgency in his movements tells me he can't wait to bury himself deep inside me, and I want that more than anything. I am literally aching for it.My bra comes off in the blink of an eye and Linc is turning me around in the next second, so my front is pressed against the cool metal of his door, and my naked ass is bare, exposed to him. My entire skin is dotted with goosebumps.Linc still has my hands held above my head. He is not letting go. I hear his zip go down behind me and he grabs onto my hips immediately, I part my thighs and try to be stable in my position with my weak legs, but when he drives into me, hard and deep without a warning, I am pushed roughly against the door and I cry out."Fuucck!""Fuucck!"We both enunciate at the same time. My voice is high-pitched and raspy, and his is a tortured growl. He is so thick inside me, I can't get u
Linc Dmitri POV:"We finally got his location. He has been moving around a lot because he got involved with some bad elements, gambling away his earnings from his last art sale. He should move again in a few days, so we need to act now. What should we do, sir?"I love you."Mr. Dmitri? Are you there?" Abbie's hard voice intrudes into my thoughts, I haven't been actively listening to the call. My mind is rarely focused these days. It is impossible to be focused or fully present with those three words echoing in my head at every single chance.I haven't been able to be present since Amelia whispered those three little heavy words and drifted to sleep on my chest three days ago. She woke up and left in a hurry, I couldn't tell if she knew she said those words or it was just one of those things a sleepy person mutters and forgets about. I don't know why, but I want it to be the second option. Because if it is the first, then that would just be another reason to hide away from me. And I a
Amelia POV:"Okay, spill. What is wrong? You have been acting weird for days now. You are always weird, but there's an extra layer to it now. I know it has to do with Linc. What's up?" Ashley corners me in the elevator on our ride up. We are alone, but she whispers, holding my eyes with her narrowed ones. It makes me laugh a little."And you are my best friend, so guess what that says about you?" I tease back even though I know what she is talking about, and it makes my heart jump just remembering."Oh, please." Ash snorts, not taking the bait."Well, thank God you waited for us to be alone before you started being all detective on me." I say, rolling my eyes. Tyler said he had some quick errand to run after lunch, so we left him to head back to work.The three of us stick together because we are the only interns at the firm. A number that almost every single employee gawks at because it was new. And untraditional. And all the other adjectives they throw around, throwing their noses
"Amelia. I was just teasing, you don't have to answer, I have got an imagination, you know. Wait, why do you look like you are about to start hyperventilating?...oh shit."Ashley rushes to my side and starts massaging my back with gentle strokes and asking me to take deep breaths.I told my stepfather I loved him. I have been fucking my mother's husband. My mother who is dead. My mother who never once treated me like a daughter because she didn't want to be a mother. He said they were separated before she died but what difference does that make?I told him I loved him! Oh God. This is bad. I shouldn't have agreed to come back. What was I thinking? I don't even remember how he convinced me. I should have stood my ground knowing I had more to lose. I had something precious to protect. Myself. For fuck's sake, I have loved that man since I laid eyes on him.I dismissed it at first as a silly teenage crush. Then it was a rebellion against my mother whom I was never enough for. I felt good
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