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Willow

I couldn’t remember a time when I smiled as much as I did in thedays that followed James permitting me to go outside. From sun up to sun down, I explored the house and gardens, taking in every inch of the interior, smelling every single flower outside, and only returning to the house when Edith summoned me for meals.

I loved James’ house, but I loved the gardens more. They wereutterly spectacular, and even though I’d seen them from the bedroom window, the view was nothing compared to how it felt to walk around them.

When I was at Peartree House, I was rarely allowed outside. I’d lostcount of the times I stared out the windows watching the girls socialize or take their lessons outside, wishing I could go out into the fresh air, and now I was allowed to go outside whenever I wanted to.

Since the night James made me try to remember my life beforePeartree House, things between us were different.

Strange .

He insisted I ate breakfast and dinner with him in the grand dining room. We barely spoke, but it was oddly comforting sitting next to him at meal times, and often, I found him watching me, his brows furrowed as if he was trying to figure out how we got to where we were.

Him and me both. When I first arrived at James’ house, I didn’t thinkfor one second I would ever reach a point of wanting to be in his company.

Yet here we were.

James still fucked me like he hated me though, but he always mademe come, at least twice, refusing to finish until I had. Afterward, he wouldn’t go to sleep until I was wrapped in his arms and pulled tight against his body as if he was scared I would disappear into the night.

When he would leave me in the mornings after eating our breakfast, Ifound myself missing him, longing for night to fall when he would return and bathe me with his brand of attention.

Missing him soon turned to craving him, and craving him was turninginto something I didn’t want to acknowledge because that would mean admitting that I was falling for a monster.

Like I had done the previous two days, I took an old blanket I’d foundin a guest bedroom outside with me, laying it down on the grass in a secluded area.I’d discovered the little spot that overlooked a stream runningthrough the entire length of the grounds, hidden by trees and shrubs, and offered me privacy.

James need not have worried about me talking to any of his staff,since being allowed out into the garden, I hadn’t seen anyone, and I doubted anyone would come to this part.

I laid down on my stomach, pulling the dress up around my thighs toallow the sun to get to the backs of my legs as I turned to my current place in the book.

It wasn’t one I was enjoying, time travel wasn’t a genre I particularlyenjoyed, but I was determined to open my mind to new genres, so I was forcing myself to try and get through it. But as the sun began warming my back and legs, my mind decided to wander to the night before.

James had been between my legs, flicking his tongue over my clitwhile he plunged his thumb inside me. Without warning, he’d plunged two fingers into my back hole, pressing down on a spot that had me bucking off the bed as pleasure dominated me.

Much like I didn’t think I’d ever get to a point of wanting to be aroundJames, I didn’t think I would get to a point when I enjoyed having sex with him. But I did. In fact, I was growing to love sex with James, even if at times he was rough.

The orgasm was always worth it.

Ignoring the page I was supposed to be reading, my thighs clampedtogether as my core began to throb, and my panties slowly dampened. I closed my eyes as I let the memory dance in my head, remembering how James had dragged me on top of him and demanded I ride his cock.

Lost in my devious thoughts, I didn’t hear the approachingfootsteps.

“Mouse,” James barked.

I shot to my feet, guilt edging through me at being caught fantasizingabout him. Heat crept across my cheeks as James marched toward me, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“Why are you looking at me like that, Willow?”he asked, his headtilting to one side as a knowing smirk played at his lips.

“Like what?”I replied, my mouth dry as I avoided his stare andwilled the blush on my cheeks to go away.

He grabbed my throat, something he hadn’t done all week, beforebringing his snarling face an inch away from mine.“I would have thought you’d have known by now not to lie to me.”His assessing eyes darted between mine before he loosened his grip fractionally, almost as if he were aware he might be hurting me.“Tell me, Mouse. If I were to shove my fingers in your cunt right this second, would I find you dripping wet?”

I swallowed, forcing a lump past James’ hand.“Yes.”

His lips pulled into a wicked smile as malice filled his eyes. My breathhitched, trepidation mixing with excitement creeping through me like it always did when he gave me that look.

“Were you playing with yourself?”

“No!”I blurted, horrified at his suggestion.“I’ve…never…”

His brows rose.“You’ve never made yourself come?”

Embarrassment curled through me as I shook my head.

“Hmm,”he said, releasing my throat. He quickly checked his watchbefore his heated gaze found mine once more.“I’ve got a plane to catch. This needs to be quick.”

Placing his hands on my shoulders, he pushed down hard, my kneesbuckling, and hitting the grass. One of his hands grabbed the back of my head, steadying me until he fisted my hair painfully. With the other, he freed himself from his pants, his hard length springing free.

“Open wide, Mouse,”he snarled, tugging my hair back.

At his command, my lips parted, and he drove his length in until hehit the back of my throat. I spluttered, trying to adjust to the sudden intrusion, but with his grip on the back of my head, it was almost impossible. No matter how many times James had fucked my throat, I stillcouldn’t get used to the initial moment when he rammed his cock as far down my throat as he could, always hitting my gag reflex.

He pulled out, giving me a second to gasp in air before he thrust inagain.“Christ. I’ll never get enough of your mouth around my cock,”he hissed as he began roughly jutting his hips forward.

Tears stung my eyes as I gagged on his length, but between mylegs, the throbbing in my core intensified as tingles spread through my body. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to alleviate the pressure beginning to build.

James pulled my hair back, a string of saliva trailing from my mouthto the tip of his swollen cock.

“Put your hand in your panties, Mouse,”James panted, his eyeshooded as he looked down at me.“Rub your clit while I fuck your throat. Make yourself come.”

As he pressed his cock back into my mouth, I reached a shaky handinto my panties. My finger swiped through my slick juices until I found my pulsing clit. As I pressed against it and rubbed it in a small circle, a bolt of pleasure shot straight into my core.

James grunted as he drove in and out of my mouth, hitting the backof my throat each time and making me splutter. But even with his rough movements, I couldn’t stop moans escaping me and floating into the air as my climax built inside me.

“Faster, Mouse,”James ordered, his other hand joining the onealready on my head, and holding me completely immobile as he took control.“Rub your clit faster, I want you to finish at the same time I feed you my come.”

I desperately rubbed my sensitive nub, the need to come taking overas my jaw began to ache from taking James’ cock.

“Come on, Willow,”he growled, his voice low and demanding as hisbody began to tense, telling me he was about to come.

I rubbed faster, not wanting to disappoint him, and with another fewrubs, fireworks exploded in my body. A cry tried to leave me, but with James’ cock blocking my throat, all that rang out was a muffled scream, followed by James hissing as he emptied his warm load down my throat.

I choked as I tried to swallow every ounce that exploded from him,tears streaking down my cheeks. After I’d sucked him clean, James yanked me up by the hair before swiping a thumb across my bottom lip and collecting a drop that I’d missed. He pressed it against my lips, and I opened, understanding his order without him having to say a word. I took his thumb in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, making sure to get the last drop.

When he was satisfied his thumb was clean, he pulled it out andsnatched the hand that had been in my panties, bringing my glistening fingers between our faces.

“Open your mouth,”he instructed. When my bottom jaw lowered, heshoved my fingers inside.“Suck.”

My eyes closed as I twirled my tongue around my fingers, tasting myrelease on them. It wasn’t like anything I’d ever tasted before, and knowing that my release was mixing with James’ in my mouth had my core clenching once again.

“See why I’m so fucking addicted to your cunt now, Mouse?”Hepulled my fingers from my mouth before crashing his lips on mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth as if he was chasing the taste of us too.

We were both breathless when he pulled away.“I’ll be awayovernight. Don’t touch yourself while I’m gone, Willow. I own your pleasure like I own every other part of you.”

He lightly brushed his lips against mine before walking away, leavingme panting and desperate for more.