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CHARLOTTE

I close my eyes and press myself hard against him.

Everything overwhelms me at once. Is this how it is supposed to feel?

Listening to his fast heartbeat soothes me. He strokes my head and holds me tight.

“You okay, baby?” he whispers softly.

He strokes my face and takes my chin between his thumb and finger, dragging me to face him. The concern on his face is evident as his brows furrow.

“Talk to me. Was that too much?”

I shake my head. He doesn’t know me. Not really. I can’t tell him the full truth. Although, I actually wish I could. Not that he could help me.

“You can tell me, heartbreaker. I won’t bite,” he says, licking his bottom lip.

“Well, I’d take a bite of that fine ass of yours.”

He runs his hands over my ass and up my back in reassurance.

“I’ve never come—” I pause. “—like that before.”

He blows out a breath.

“Did you enjoy it?”

I nod.

“I never knew it could be so… intense?”

He chuckles.

“We’ve barely even scratched the surface. But yes, with the right man, all sorts of things are possible.”

I pout my lip. If only he knew. I shake my head, not wanting any thoughts of Vlad to appear. I repress that shit and take it out in anger and one day, revenge.

“Would you like to come again for me?”

I feel his dick harden inside me, and I grin.

“Maybe. What do you have in mind?”

He pulls me forward, capturing my lips.

“How about you clean up your mess on my cock while I think about it?”

He steals another kiss.

“How do you like it, sir?” I ask.

Chewing on my lip, I watch as he raises an eyebrow. I think he’s impressed?

“I love it when you suck on the tip. And really use your tongue, lick it clean. And once you’ve done that, relax your throat and see how deep you can take me. That mouth of yours is sinful, I will be coming in no time.”

I suck in a breath, just imagining the new heights he is going to take me with this.

“And if you’re a good girl and do that for me, I’ll drag you in the bath with me, clean you off myself, and maybe even give you a massage.”

I lick along his jaw towards his ear.

“Deal. I’ll give you the best blow job of your life for that,” I whisper.

Pushing myself upright, I crawl back and position myself between his legs, looking up at him through my lashes.

Sticking out my tongue, he keeps his fingers entwined in my hair as I lick the tip.

“Just like that. Good job, baby,” he praises, and my cheeks heat.

Taking the tip in my mouth, I keep using my tongue, gauging his reactions as I suck.

His eyes close and he moans, giving me the confidence to try to take him deeper. I relax as best I can and take him as far back as I can before I gag.

“Oh fuck,” he coughs out.

“I thought you screaming was my favorite sound. But you gagging on my cock just won. Go deeper, baby.”

I do as he says, and he pulls my hair at the roots tighter.

“Mmm, yes.”

I keep watching him as I bob my head up and down. It’s a weird sensation, but seeing how turned on he is has me wanting more.

“Keep going. Don’t stop. You’re doing such a good job, baby,” he says through gritted teeth.

He puts slight pressure on the back of my head to hold me in place and moves his hips. His eyes catch mine and they darken with pure hunger. Enough to make my pussy ache for him.

“You look so beautiful when I fuck your face. Next time, I’ll film it so you can see just how pretty you are. And if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you watch it while I eat you out.”

I wish there was a next time.

I pick up the pace, working with the thrusts of his hip, my scalp stinging from where he’s pulling. Pain and pleasure are perfectly entangled.

“I’m gonna come down your throat.” His voice is husky and so fucking hot with that Irish accent.

I nod, and he holds me there. His thighs tense up and I dig my nails into his skin as he coats my throat with his cum.

“Fuck,” he roars out.

It would be better if he was growling out my name. I swallow, and before he can pull me off, I lick him clean as he strokes my cheek.

“Where have you been hiding?” he asks, and I look away.

“I’ve been living in Italy with my brother.” I lie with the first thing that comes to my head.

It sounds better than I was kidnapped at eighteen and forced to marry a monster who forces me to kill for him.

“What’s in Italy? Other than the sun and decent food.”

“I have a waitressing job by the sea, and my ex doesn’t live there.”

“You weren’t meant for him,” he says seriously.

I raise an eyebrow.

“How so?”

“Because if you were mine, I would make it my mission to make sure you were relaxed enough to turn your brain off. I’d make sure you had unlimited orgasms every day, whenever and wherever you want them. I’d take the time to learn and explore your body, mind, and soul.”

That will never be my life.

He sits up and pulls me up into his arms.

“Let’s get cleaned up, shall we?” He leans in and presses a kiss to my forehead.

I nod as I run my hand through my hair and frown when it feels sticky. I look down at my fingers and his chest vibrates as he laughs.

“I need to wash my hair,” I giggle, wiping my hand on his chest.

“Yes, baby. I’ll wash my cum out of your hair, no problem.” He winks, and I nearly die of embarrassment.

As he carries my spent body into the huge bathroom, once the tub is filled, he lowers me in the bubbles and I let out a moan, every muscle relaxing.

The water spills over as he gets in behind me and lays me back onto his chest, which vibrates as he sighs.

“You okay?” I ask, feeling his racing heart.

“Yeah, baby. This is just… different.”

I swallow the lump in my throat. It’s perfect. Lying with him is the most relaxed I have ever been in my life.

“A good different?” I question, and his arms tighten around my waist.

“The best kind.”

He grabs the sponge and tips my head back, gently squeezing the warm water over my hair.

And when he massages my head, I nearly lose it. That is orgasm worthy in itself.

“Keep moaning and I can’t be held responsible for what I’ll do next,” he growls, and a grin twitches on my lips.

So I let out an even louder moan as he washes out my hair gently.

He pours the water over my face and I squeeze my eyes shut.

The next thing I know, he lifts me in the air, ducks under the surface of the water, and my ass hovers above his head. Using my hands, I lean forward and lift myself up so he can breathe.

“Let me tell you something now. If I want to drown in this tub while eating your sweet pussy, that’s exactly how I’ll go out. Sit the fuck down and let a man eat.” He slaps my ass and I do as he says.

He must have lifted his head slightly out of the water, because this man devours me.

Sucking, biting, and licking until I’m seeing stars, gripping for dear life on the side of the tub.

“Oh, my god,” I pant out.

“Come on, heartbreaker. Drown me. Soak me. Come all over my tongue and let me clean it all up again.”

So I do. I let my hips roll to his rhythm, and I climax again. Earth shattering to the point I’m shaking.

I almost want to cry. Not from sadness, just from feeling totally and completely worshipped.

Once we finish up in the bath, he helps me dry off and gives me one of his t-shirts, which ends up looking like a dress on me.

“I said ‘till sunrise. That means, we get to cuddle,” he tells me, wrapping his arm around me from behind and resting his chin on my shoulder.

“I didn’t have you down as a cuddler. Let me guess, you want to be the little spoon too?” I lean my head back on his pec and look up at him, pressing a kiss on his stubbly jaw.

“My dick wants to be wedged between your asscheeks all night, so no, big spoon for me.”

He presses a kiss on my throat, and my eyes flutter closed; the faint sound of the waves crashing fills the room as we watch them from the glass window.

Turning in his arms, I wrap mine around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. His hands find their place on my throat as he deepens it, moaning in my mouth.

“Fuck. I don’t want this to end,” he mutters between kisses, and my heart sinks.

“Me neither.”

“Let’s talk in the morning. We need some sleep,” he whispers against my lips.

Part of me wants to stay in his arms forever.

It feels like home. Like the other half I’ve been searching for.

Someone who sees me. Beyond who I was forced to be.

But the rational part of my brain knows this is a fantasy.

My father’s life depends on it, and so does my own.

Vlad will scorch this earth to find me. I will never be free.

Jimmy deserves better.