Page 107 of Hawthorne

After so much teasing, his other hand finally lowers, grabbing his cock and aligning it with my entrance. Pushing forward, the hand that was left on my breasts rises, stopping only when it reaches my neck and tightens slightly.

A garbled sound leaves the depths of my soul at the sinful intrusion, sending me into a new dimension when his teeth sink into my left shoulder.

My knuckles turn white around the edge of the bed’s headboard as I take all of him in. Stopping for a moment, the moment his hips meet my ass, the only sounds inside the bedroom are our heaves and ragged breaths. It only lasts a moment because just then, all hell breaks loose.

Long gone is the patience he showed from the first thrust, releasing the beast he seems to have been—barely—controlling. He returns to full strength with strong thrusts, filling the bedroom with loud, filthy sounds. They alternate from moans, grunts, or little shrieks to the slapping sounds of skin meeting skin due to the savage way Vincent keeps fucking me into oblivion.

The contraction of my muscles keeps intensifying as the coil in the bottom of my belly grows impossibly big, bringing me closer to the edge faster than ever before. My vagina starts spasming around his dick, letting him know I am almost there.

“Give it to me, little Milla,” he grunts, thrusting hard once again.

As if his wish was my command, I release, tipping over that tall edge only Vincent can bring me to. He does, too, tensing fully, even the hand gripping my neck squeezing hard. His thrusts slow down, yet they still keep a roughness a couple more times until he fully stops.

With his body slumping against mine, he buries his face into my dishevelled hair, taking a long, deep breath in, “I am yours,”he whispers.

Mine?If only he knew I’m more his than he could ever be mine.

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Camilla White

“Idon’t know,” I admit, dumbfounded.

In front of me lies a silvery sheath dress with a huge slit on the side. It’s something worthy of a blue-blooded lady from the highest ranks in this society’s hierarchy, not a nobody like myself. Still, I can’t take my eyes off of it.

It’s stunning.

“I need you to come with me tonight,” he whines, slumping in the dressing table’s chair. “I’ll die without you to keep me entertained!”

Christmas has come and gone too quickly. I miss Rachel already, but we’ve been talking through texts and calls and have set up a date to catch up after the holidays.

She was eager to know how my Christmas had been after coming back to the manor. It was the best I’ve ever had in my life—the snuggling-in-bed-and-having-astronomical-amounts-of-sex kind of Christmas.

And there’s no point in fighting against it or denying it anymore. I’ve fallen for the duke.

“Oh, so I am just entertainment for you?” I cock my eyebrow and tilt my head, faking offence but knowing the amusement is present in my eyes.

“No,” Edgar exclaims, wide-eyed. “You’re my best friend by now, but I am a nobody in an event like that one. Vincent is the star. At least this time around, I’ll have someone who’ll be there forme.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea, Your Gra–” I am cut off by his snicker and a glare. “Edgar.” I sigh, correcting myself.

He’s been adamant that I address him informally.

It’s still hard sometimes.

“Why?” he whines again like a little boy.

“Because,” I answer pointedly. “Your brother will be there, and you know…”

“I don’t know what you mean!” Edgar tries to conceal the smirk that wants to slip out.

I believe in his good intentions and wanting to spend time with me. But I also know he also enjoys irking his brother up. He knows how jealous and possessive Vincent can be.In a place where he can’t be.

“This just confirms what I thought. You want to rattle your brother’s feathers.” He now smiles fully, unashamedly. “See? No way you’re going to cause unnecessary ruckus in such a big party.”

“But you’ll bemydate. Meaning, he’ll be bound by etiquette. Either way, he won’t be able to throw a fit, even if he wanted it.”

“Edgar–”

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