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He was dumbfounded. This was the last thing he expected to see. Suzanna, his...his...what was she to him? Not his maid or helper. She was just an innocent woman who had crossed his path who now lay half-naked on the bed, her pink p*ssy opened to his view, cl*t erect and engulfed in cum. It was the prettiest little pink c*nt he had ever seen.
So he left. It was one of the hardest things he ever had to do in his thirty years. He left her there, vulnerable and fraught with need and emotions she didn't quite understand. And neither did he. Her body was begging for his to cover hers and he was pretty sure he could do what he wanted to her and she wouldn't be
bothered. But he stopped himself. He just couldn't right now.He walked through the front door and left her alone in the cottage. He needed to be alone with his thoughts.
Suzanna didn't know what to expect when she had made him that offer. She wasn't thinking straight, her body at the clutches of her excruciating desire. But she certainly didn't expect him to not react. He just stared at her, his face emotionless and his body totally still.
At least if he shouted at her she would know how he was feeling, even if it was still a rejection. She would know where she stood. But the arrogant, terribly frustrating jerk that he was, he left her in the lurch.
She lay there motionless for a second and then quickly covered herself up with her dress. She ran to the shower, in an attempt to wash off the shame she now felt. She fell stupid and embarrassed and exactly like the name he called her regularly. A silly. Little. Girl.
He body moved on its own down the side of the shower wall and into a seated position, large tears streaming down her face. She cried and cried and cried. She couldn't remember the last time she cried like this. She cried for being rejected by Devon in such a cold and heartless manner. She cried about the people chasing her, her own father and brother and she cried for her mother who she was never going to see again.
How she wished her mother was alive to talk some sense into her brother, Eli and her father and to advise her about the situation with Devon. This whole fiasco would have never happened and she wouldn't be running from place to place, hiding from her own flesh and blood. She would be living a life of comfort.
But she would gladly give away her luxuries and comfort for this freedom and the ability to make her own decisions. Especially the big ones. Like who she would marry. Her father had arranged for her to marry a man she didn't know and hadn't met. Their wedding was to commence the following month. That's the reason she ran away. To escape a loveless marriage and an abuse of power.
There was no way she would marry a man she didn't know, especially a man who was vain and entitled. And she wouldn't be used as a pawn in her father's and Eli's desperate ploy to attain wealth. Was it never enough?
Who would stoop so low as to trade their own daughter in order to feed their greed?And Devon.
She had forgotten about him for a whole ten seconds. She couldn't face him after what just happened. She needed to leave and find accommodation elsewhere.She packed her few belongings into her bag in preparation to leave.
It was the longest she had stayed somewhere during her time on her run. It had been just over two months and she would've stayed longer since those following her had been long gone and would probably not search the same area twice from what she remembered. Even though she would be safe here, her pride had been wounded and she looked like a fool in front of Devon.
She picked up her bag and was about to turn the handle of the door when she heard three knocks on the door.That was strange. She laughed ironically to herself, now he knocks. She pulled the door open without bothering to answer and was met with two grey eyes and a very handsome face.
She pushed past him and attempted to leave when a strong hand shot out and gripped her. She tried to break free but his grip was much too strong for her.
"Let go of me, Devon. Let me leave!", she shouted. Pain flooded her voice.
"No", he said simply.
" I'm warning you Devon, let go of my arm right this instant before I...before I...", she stuttered.
" Before I knee you in your family jewels!", she exclaimed with anger.
" But if you do that, then how am I going to f*ck you?"
She just stared at him silently, her brain struggling to make sense of what he just said. Did he just say that he wants to give in to her demands, to have his way with her?
"I must be daydreaming", she thought as his disapproving face when she asked him to take her passed through her mind. Then, it seemed like he didn't want her. He did just walk out on her.
"Come with me I'm about to teach you the second lesson"
"And what about the first?", she asked with a quiet voice, utterly confused by the change of events.
"Well, I think you're very well versed in the art of seduction so I'll skip that lesson...", he said huskily and then reached forward to grab her delicate face and slowly, tentatively, his lips finally met hers. This was what she had been waiting for, dreaming of regularly since she first met him. He was gentle for only a second and then his soft, lips engulfed hers completely . His kiss was overpowering and dominating and yet she liked it. She liked the fact that he took control of her.
He was giving her exactly what she asked for, he was taking her mind, body and soul. She felt her heat dampen with need and a moan escape her lips as he bit down on her bottom lip so she returned the favour . He cursed, breaking free of her hold on him, not to let her go, his arms still encircled her then squeezed her firm buttocks and cupped it in his hands.
She squeaked in surprise. He lifted her up as if she weighed nothing and carried her to his bed where he laid her down against the pillows.He loomed over her like the big bad monster that was trying to steal the innocent girl's virginity.
It wasn't stealing if she asked for it, right?
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