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”Oh, that’s evil…,” she breathes and my eyes flash, because I am feeling evil. Depraved. I can’t believe I’m doing this to her when she’s in this state. She’s not even strong enough for this and I yet it doesn’t stop me from probing my cock between her lips, and that first suction of hers feels so good my mind spins into oblivion.
”Fuck, don’t stop,” I plead, fully at her mercy and I breathe raggedly. ”Doctor’s orders.”
Avon nods, her head bobbing and it causes a rippling up my engorged length. I look down at her and her eyes are so full of yearning, her mouth so exquisitely obedient. This is more than I deserve. I slap her small breasts around as she works me, kneading her copper shaded nipples and she pants around my length. I love having her lips around me, the corruption of it all, the sheer innocence of her and I hit the roof of her mouth, causing her eyes to tear and I gasp, pulling back.
”Show me where you want my cock,” I growl and she hurries to spread her legs, flashing her blushing slit. I grow red in the face at the sight of it, open for my taking and I insert myself with surgical precision, groaning at the feel of her soft walls squeezing around me. It’s her first time, I can tell by the way she’s pinching me, the way her eyes look at me in wonder and I thrust.
And thrust and thrust until I get her to scream for me, scream so loud I know the staff can hear us but I want them to hear us. I want everyone in this house to know she’s mine and I flick my hair back, using her sweaty, little body in ways that are too much for her but she doesn’t complain. I try to fuck her back into health, try to exterminate her sickness with my cock. I’m going to pump her full of my healthy semen, pump her full of my masculine medicine. Her teeth dig into her lower lip and at one point, she breaks into a fever.
An honorable man would give her a break, but I don’t. Instead I dig for aspirin in the pocket of my slacks, pop one in her mouth and make her swallow. She lets me spread her and fuck her in any position I want, moaning when she comes and a haze falls over my eyes when I watch a streak of sweat run down her spine and into her butt crack. I’m taking her ass later, because there’s no part of her I’ll leave out. I have to have it all.
In this moment I breathe sex, I eat sex. I’m not a doctor anymore. I am sex.
But most of all, I’m hers.
Avon
He was right. I truly am sore. I stir, feeling the gentle rise and fall of Darren's chest beneath my cheek. His exhaustion evident in the way his body sags against the couch. The man sure can sleep. He probably doesn’t get enough of it otherwise. Carefully, I slip out of his warm embrace, to not wake him. Once I’m free, I silently search for my scattered clothes, my heart hammering with a mix of urgency and guilt.
I leave Darren on the couch, his breathing deep and steady, and hurry to my office. The room is dim, and I open a drawer and pull out the papers the lawyer left last time he was here. They’re important, necessary, and I need to take care of this before Darren wakes up.
As I sift through the papers, my hands tremble. The words blur before my eyes, the weight of what I’m doing pressing down on me. Originally, my fortune was set to got to Malva but I’m going to change it. I’m going to leave everything to Darren…
Suddenly, I feel a presence behind me. I whirl around, my breath catching in my throat.
Darren stands in the doorway, his face distorted with fury. ”You’re sneakier than I thought, little heiress.” His voice is low, menacing. ”What did I just tell you downstairs?”
”B…but…”
”Did I stutter when I said I won’t allow anything to happen to you?” he says, his voice a quiet bellow.
I clutch the papers to my chest, the edges crumpling in my grip. "Darren, I—"
”Yet here you are, going behind my back," he accuses, stepping into the office. "I told you, you don't need an inheritance. You're not going anywhere."
The papers shake in my hands as I take a stumbling step back. "I just want to be prepared," I stammer. "In case things go wrong—"
”Is that how little faith you have in me!" His voice is a snarl, his eyes blazing with anger. ”You should’ve trusted my judgment.”
He moves closer, his presence overwhelming, and I feel my back press against the desk. "Darren, please," I whisper, my voice trembling.
Darren's eyes narrow as he steps closer, his voice a low growl. "Give me the papers."
I shake my head, holding them tightly to my chest. ”This is my choice and you can’t take it from me."
His gaze hardens, and he starts to circle the desk, his movements predatory. I try to keep away from him, but I know it’s futile. He's stronger, faster. My heart races, panic rising in my chest.
"Avon," he warns, his voice dark and dangerous.
"No," I repeat, backing up until I hit the edge of the desk.
In a swift motion, he lunges, and I dart to the side, but he catches my arm. We wrestle, the papers crumpling between us. His grip is iron, and I struggle, desperately trying to keep hold of the will.
"Stop this!" I cry, but he’s relentless, prying the papers from my fingers with brute force.
Finally, with a harsh yank, he rips them from my grasp. I pant, "You can’t do this!"
He ignores me, tearing the papers apart, the sound echoing in the room. The pieces flutter to the floor like fallen leaves, and I stand there, breathing raggedly, watching in disbelief.
