All Chapters of Love At First Taste: Her Stepfather's Pet: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Linc Dmitri POV:::"Aren't you going to go to work?" Amelia asks. Her voice is silky soft and she is looking at me with the morning light illuminating her from behind like a vision. I woke up about thirty minutes ago and just laid here, watching her sleep peacefully, she looked ethereal and I couldn't move. "No. I will do whatever I can from my home office here. It is about time I set it up more anyway." I say, she gives me a weak protesting smile but I shake my head resolutely. I am not going to work and leave her here all by herself. I can't do it. I wouldn't be able to focus. It would be a waste of time. And we have already established that she is not going back there. It was a bad idea. From the start. Born of my selfishness. What the hell did Kathryn know about what was best for Amelia? I wouldn't have taken her word as bond if I wasn't selfishly interested in having Amelia's company again. "But you have so much to do." She says, her voice is soft and weak. My brave beautiful g

Eventually, Sheryl settles down. Hernandez remains behind her, ready to hold her back before she can do anything to Linc who is seated opposite her, his expression is cool and unbothered, though empathetic in his steely way. And I am sitting adjacent to them, like an unwanted unimportant eavesdropper. Sheryl doesn't even spare me a glance, I doubt she knows I am in the room with them. There is something wild and unsettled about her features. Grief stricken out of her senses, I imagine. It hurts to look at her and try to reconcile the more put together woman I remember. I still can't decipher why she came here. She hasn't said anything. Linc offered her a glass of water when Hernandez managed to have her constrained to the couch. She refused the offer. Her fingers are tiny and they tremble. She has lost a lot of weight since I last saw her. It is borderline depressing to watch her. "Sheryl. I want to offer you my condolences." Linc breaches the silence eventually. He is cautious and

The company's media representative and all the plans I heard Linc making with that crew did a really good job at turning the tide on the conversations being had. A small percentage of people are turning against Charlotte and seeing her stunt with Sophie Rogan for what it was, a manipulative attempt at retribution. But it is too small a percentage. The people who want to believe her are way more. But the publicists who were professionals at this kind of blowout have reassured Linc that the best we could do right now is lay low and allow it run its course. Charlotte would soon release her apology and retraction statement or face the wrath of a billionaire. I don't think she would be egotistic or foolish enough not to take the offer. And then it would simmer considerably from there. I hope so. "When are we going?" I ask Linc across from me. His breakfast is abandoned and he has a tightness around his jaw, squeezing the paper in his hand. "We are not going, Amelia." He replies, he tilt

Eventually, the kiss eases off its intensity. Linc places small passionate kisses all over my face, gently, warmly, he holds me in his arms and doesn't let go. When he finally stops and I open my eyes, he gives me a smile that makes him look way too handsome to be real. My heart skips a beat. He pulls me down so we are snuggling close on the soft plushie. Being pressed against his hard body and the soft cushion is blissful. We don't say anything for a while, just laying together in each other's warmth. He points at my phone a few feet away from us, "you threw it there, didn't you?" He doesn't ask why because he thinks he know the reason. He believes I was online again, reading all the public opinion about shit they had no idea about. So I tell him the truth, "Ashley called." I say quietly. "Oh, your best friend. How is she?" He asks kindly. If only he knew the opinion Ashley held of him. I know I can't really blame her because she didn't know him that much. But still. She should b

"Linc, I need you to fuck me. Hard. Now. I need you. I want to forget. I want to be free." She whispers and I promptly lose control. Lose my fucking mind. That is how much power she wields over me. It is impossible to explain. I slide down her body, dragging her down along with me till she is halfway to the ground, yanking off her dress, not taking the time to revere her golden skin, her underwear comes next, I don't waste any time before I am burying my face in her glistening softness. Her sharp moans fill my ears. My head. My senses. I am prostrating flat on the thickly lined rug floor, my arms around her hips, my face in between her thighs, her scent in my head. Overpowering. I growl into her, I can't have enough. Amelia quakes around me. It's my cue and I take it. I reach up to kiss her on the mouth, she responds hungrily, tasting herself on my tongue. She is so sensual, I don't know what to do with myself. I pull back so I am kneeling on the floor, her hips in my hands, I pul