It has never occured to me that Linc believed I would be the one to leave. To end things. I don't know why I have always just thought he would be the one to turn me away when he gets bored or had enough of me. Or can't stand that I still feel guilty even though my mother hurt him. I just always thought there was one way this was going to end and that the decision laid with him. Because I was in love with him. I love him.I have never thought about what would happen when my three months is up. I have spent a month and the time flew by me in a haze. A lot has happened. I have lived experiences that I didn't think was possible. Taboos. Forbidden. I have been bold and I have enjoyed it.I don't think I would be the same person I used to be before I came down to New York. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't go back to my life in Boston.I have got college. It is important to me to finish school. My degree would be the one thing that would belong sorely to me in this world. I need it.It occur
I know Linc is just letting me believe I have him pinned. I have no actual hold on him that he can't break out of it he wants. But he lays there and allows me believe I have him and that is why I am foolishly in love with the man. Helplessly. Wholly."I don't know about fairness..." He trails off when I slip my hand in between us and grab his hard cock. "Fuck. Ames..." He rasps, losing his breath when I wrap my hand tighter around the base of his length."What were you saying?" I whisper, leaning down like I want to kiss him, but I stop halfway with the outline of his firm mouth reaching for mine, I exhale in his still face as he waits for my kiss that doesn't come.He opens his eyes, and I lean back, smirking with all the deviousness of a Cheshire cat. I enjoy these little moments where Linc is totally in my control. I relish it. It makes me feel powerful. Feminine. Goddess like.He swallows, I watch his Adam apple bob, his dark eyes swirling with dangerous intensity. I bend my head
Amelia POV:There is no time to adjust. No time to think. Only feel. The overwhelming masculinity of a man driven to the edge. And knowing I am the one that took him there is enough to make me wetter than I have ever been.Linc pulses inside me. Hard and thick. I can feel him fighting for control so he can last but he is losing the battle. I decide to make it a bit harder. I clench my walls around him and he moans loudly, collapsing on my body, his mouth on my neck, his hot breath serenading me. I could smile but I am also breathing hard as hell, pleasure waves stroking me to the edge."Fuck. Fuck. Amelia. Fuck. You will drive me insane. Please. Don't do that." Linc pants in my ear."Do what?" I clench around him again and his hands beside my head fists tightly, the bedsheet twisted in his grip. Our breathing is in sync. Harsh exhales matching shallow inhales."You..." Linc rasps in my ear. He nibbles at the sensitive spot under my ear. My body tingles, flush against his heavy body en
I don't think I can ever get to this point with any other man. Nobody can bring me here. I have had sex with others. Guys my age. In college. In boarding school. I am not a virgin. And I have orgasmed before. But nothing compares. Nothing compares to what Linc brings out of me. The savage cry for more even as my muscles scream out with the sustained pleasure assault. The total surrender I experience in his arms. With complete trust that he has me. That he wouldn't let me go. He always makes me orgasm first. He puts me first. It is an heady feeling.A kind of sadness overwhelms me as we lay there in stunned silence, relishing the aftermath of the magic we just experienced with our bodies, the sadness as I come to the realisation that no man after Linc would ever measure up. This was the standard I would be holding onto for the rest of my sexual life. I feel sad for myself. Because I can't even see myself moving on from this. From him."That was..." Linc's arm is wrapped tightly around
Amelia pulls away from me, and I panic, holding onto her tight, she looks up at me with some amusement dancing in her doe like eyes. A question mark on her full brows. I just gape at her. What am I doing?"I need to use the bathroom." She says when seconds pass and I don't let up."Oh...yeah." I let her go, swallowing my embarrassment. She gives me a sweet smile before getting up. Fully naked. My breath catches as the sunlight shines on her curvy form. She seems oblivious to all these as she turns and head for the bathroom, her perfectly shaped ass moving like water. Fuck. I feel my cock swell under the sheets.I lay there immobile, gathering my senses about me and trying my damnedest to get rid of my erection when she comes back out. Thankfully she has put on a robe. Mine. She smiles at me again, I try to return it but I know it is strained. I finally wake up with her in my bed, and I am screwing things up acting all awkward, allowing myself to get lost in my own head. I need to snap
"Is there something wrong?" Amelia's soft voice wafts up to me, pulling me back from the depths of despair I was about plunging into. I look at her warm eyes. I don't want to be yanked away from her yet. What would I give to spend another reckless endless night with her?I look at the hickey on her neck and I thirst for the soft feel of her velvety skin in between my teeth. My back is lined with scratch marks from her nails and if I could preserve their sting, I would."Uh, I don't know..." My words trail off when my phone vibrates in my hand. Chris is calling again."Excuse me, let me take this." I say, bringing the phone to my ear."I'll make coffee." Amelia leaves the room."Linc, you motherfucker." Chris's voice booms immediately I push the answer button."Good morning to you too." I snap lightly.I have been friends with Chris since college. When we were young and insane. Over the years I like to think I have mellowed down but Chris is still on about that life. He claims to be a
"Okay sir. By the time I realised what he intended to do, it was almost too late. The exhibition was already set in motion. He had the venue, reporters and social media bloggers. I tried reaching you to know what would be the ideal next step. At that point, it was possible to stop the exhibition if we acted. It seemed he was able to keep the loan sharks on his neck at bay by promising them that his latest exhibition was going to be a hit. I think he came to you to try manipulate some money so he can finance the exhibition and make it a bigger event. When he realised you were not going to yield and he couldn't keep the loan sharks away anymore, he decided to hold the exhibition anyway. Capitalising on your name and Kathyrn Tanner's. He is a rat bastard, alright." Abbie's voice is hard over the phone. I can imagine her serious face pinched and angry. She has spent weeks following a dead end."Yeah. Where are you?" There is something gnawing at the back of my mind. It is not a full pictu
"Uh, I have to drop into the office real quick." I say and take a sip of my coffee. Black, unsweetened. Exactly how I like it."Is something wrong?""Uh. No. I just have to handle something important real quick. I will be right back. Don't leave the house. I will tell Creed at the gate not to let anyone in without verifying with you or me." I take more sips of the coffee to wake me up and clear out my head. I avoid her searching eyes. I hate lying to her. I will tell her when I get back. After we hear from Tyler. After. After."You should tell me if there is something wrong, Linc. You look panicked, I have never known you to panic." Amelia doesn't move away from me. She takes a small step forward, closing the distance between us. But our bodies don't touch. It is like she knows that is the line we can't help but cross. Once our bodies make contact, there is no going back."I will tell you once I have it under control." I say, taking a step back. I hate how her face falls."If Tyler ca
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