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“Fuckkkk,” he whispers against my neck as he sinks his teeth into my skin and bites down. Just as I think I’m about to lose consciousness, my vision going fuzzy and dark around the edges, he grunts and holds me close, trying to bury even deeper inside my body as he paints my insides with his cum.
When he’s done, he lifts me onto the table and pushes my legs up so that my heels are resting on the edge of the table. Leaning back on my palms, I can feel the cum tricking from my swollen, sensitive pussy. Using two fingers, he scoops some of it and pushes it back inside me, making me chuckle—which only pushes more cum out of my body. I’m surprised when he makes a small huff of annoyance, mumbling something about wanting to ‘plug me’.
Straightening, he unbuttons his shirt and drapes it over the back of a chair before shucking his pants and shoes until he’s standing completely naked in my meeting room.
“What are you doing?” I ask, shifting slightly and feeling the tender burn on my ass as I do. I’d never been spanked before, but I was definitely up for trying it again.
“Trying to minimize the mess.” He unbuttons my cream blouse, letting his fingers brush over my hardened nipples as he moves down. Once my bra and blouse are gone and he’s worked my skirt up my body and over my head, he sits back in one of the leather chairs with a satisfied grin on his face.
I’ve never been ashamed of my body, and sitting here bared to him, spread wide while his spent cock twitches, does something for my ego. I love the way he looks at me. Hungry. Desperate. Like he wants to look at me forever.
“You’re going to sit on my lap, and I’m going to play with your beautiful tits until I’m ready to go again. Any objections?”
With a wry smile, I tilt my head. “Would it matter?”
He pretends to look thoughtful. “No. You’re mine and I still haven’t tasted every inch of you.”
“Well…you might want to make a start. You’ve only got twenty-seven days.”
His eyes darken, and he grabs my hips, pulling me down onto his lap. I think I hear him murmur, ‘Not enough’ but I’m not entirely sure as his mouth latches onto my nipple, and my slutty, oversensitive body begs for more.
Chapter Ten
Delphine
A few weeks later…
“So, the wanderer returns!” Hugo teases as I take a seat opposite him. We were meeting for brunch in one of my favorite bars in London. After signing the agreement with West, Hugo had come back to the UK branch to deal with a new client we were partnering with.
He frowns, his eyebrow raising in suspicion. “Something looks different about you. What is it? Does sucking all that blood actually make you immortal?”
“For fuck’s sake, Hugo!” I chuckle as I order bacon and eggs with a cup of coffee. Blood play didn’t make me immortal, but paired with all the sex I’d been having for the last month or so certainly didn’t hurt. Considering my skin was glowing, I was actually exhausted. Despite taking a three-hour nap when my plane landed, I was still feeling tired and struggling to keep my eyes open as I listened to Hugo prattle on about all the office dramas I’d missed.
West had been insatiable. If he wasn’t kissing me, stroking my hair or holding my hand whenever we were in private, then he was buried inside me, or coming on me like some feral beast marking its territory. It was a little gross, but also kind of a turn on that he wanted me in such a base, carnal way. I could almost convince myself that he was desperate for me, and that he might just possibly feel something for me beyond our agreement. Wishful thinking.
I was going to miss him—no—it. I was going to miss it.
It was crazy to miss him. He was my nephew and now the agreement was finished, so was our involvement with one another. Even if it made my heart race when I thought about him.
Taking the easy way out, I hadn’t said goodbye to him before I headed to the airport. It was only while I was waiting in the departure lounge that I typed out a text message. I deleted it obviously, since it was too long, too emotional, too full of impossible things.
Then I typed it again.
I deleted that one too.
He didn’t care about my feelings for him, I was just something fun and dirty for him. For me…for me, he was a glimpse of a life I could never have.
The text I’d finally settled on had been short and sweet. I’d simply put: ‘Weston, thank you for your time. As our agreement has now reached its natural conclusion, I look forward to seeing you at the shareholder meeting next quarter.’
The waitress places our food down, and as soon as the scent of warm cooked eggs hits me, I rush to cover my mouth with my napkin. Swallowing back my vomit and trying not to gag, I shove the plate as far away from me as I can.
“Are you okay, darling?” Hugo asks, handing me a glass of water. “Is there something wrong with your eggs?”
“I think there’s something wrong with me. I’m feeling a bit run down but I’ll be alright.”
Run down wasn’t quite the right descriptor, but it was the only way I could think of describing my symptoms. I was tired, my body was achy and sore, and for some reason, I’d become sensitive to certain smells.
Placing a hand on my forehead, Hugo frowns. “Maybe you should go home and rest. We can always go for drinks when you're feeling better.”
