Coerced

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Shannon Pov

She pulled me down to the bed, her arms slowly went around my neck and then she closed her eyes as she kissed me. It was a simple kiss at first, just a soft brush against my lips but the moment I felt her body react to mine, I deepened the kiss. My hand cupped the back of her neck as the other ran its fingers through her hair messing up the loose bun at the top of her head.

She moaned into me and pulled me closer. Our tongues danced into each other's mouths and I felt a wave of desire wash through me. I made her lay down on the bed. My aching hunger for her grew as she leaned her head backwards and my hands roamed all her body.

She gave me a hungry look, wet her lips and crashed her rims to mine. Her hands slipped my shirt over my shoulders. I removed her blouse and quickly snapped her breasts free of her bra spilling from the cups and into my hands where I rubbed soft circles.

"Let me show you how much I missed you." I said and trailed kisses to her thighs. She skimmed beneath my touch as I grew closer. "Shannon" she cried my name that felt like the melodious song of a nightingale. 

"Say it again." I whispered and pulled her body against mine, grinding my manhood between her thighs. "Let me show you how much you mean to me." I whispered against her body. 

Her fingers massaged the top of my head and across my shoulders. 

"Let me show you how you make me feel." I said and my head slipped in between her thighs. My tongue dipped into her mound and she moaned my name once again. 

"Shannon, please don't stop." 

I tasted her swallowing her juices.

She kneeled down until my rod was just below her lips. She looked up and our eyes met. My chocolate browns were locked with her steel gray as she opened her mouth and covered my broad tip with her lips. She lingered there a moment nursing hard to encourage the taste of her tongue teasing my slit. Then she slid down, relaxing her throat to taste me deeper. My hands clenched the bed sheet as I moaned her name and spilled my seeds in her throat. That was my first orgasm even before entering my woman.

She is the only woman on earth who makes me feel things that I never experienced before.

"Let me taste you." I said and kissed her. It was passionate and deep, a kiss not of pleasure or desire but of something more sincere and strong. One of my hands cupped her breast and the other her ass and I kissed her in longing.

My movements were slow and deliberate because I had plenty of time passed these five months imagining every little thing I would do to her and licked the edges of her nipples. "I wanted this so bad." She said. 

"I needed you so bad." I kissed her forehead and placed my manhood at her entrance. "I don't want to fuck you but make love to you." I told her with sincerity. "Do you want to do this, cupcakes?" I asked her, giving her the final chance and when she nodded, I slid inside her slow and deep, calming my aching nerves.

We both gasped but instead of moving in and out of her, I stopped and enjoyed the sensation. The warmth of her body enveloped me. The strength of my muscles flexed as I leaned over and slowly started moving in and out of her enjoying the pleasure. She found her release and soon I filled up her body with my juices.

Her hair had fallen in a wild mess around my upper body that felt like heaven I experienced with no other woman. I brought her closer and inhaled her spray as my fingers played with her tangled strands. She curled up against my body enjoying the warmth and closed her eyes in comfort. I did the same, never wanting to stay apart from her.

I am Shannon Clandevis, the unbeatable, most powerful businessman of the United States. At least that was what I thought until this immaculate innocent girl hardly around eighteen years of age entered my office. Something twitched in my heart when I looked into her steel gray eyes and I knew she was the one. Love at first sight was an emotion I read only in books till then and had no idea that a day would arise in my life and I would literally start living the feeling.

Honest, intelligent and the girl with the most beautiful heart were the significant qualities of her. It hardly took me a couple of months and I knew I wouldn't control myself for too long but to marry her. 

She ascribed a new vision of beauty in me. Dressed in the best vintage clothes that revealed nothing but only her face and heels, I started wondering what was sexy in those traditional business suits that churned irresistible feelings in my insides, unlike my usual taste of girls with voluptuous breasts and thick curves clad in mini gowns, skirts.

I did not know if she was a miracle or the tough riddle that God sent for me to solve. Her long hair that swept across her beautiful curves thrilled me to imagine what would feel like to run my fingers between those silky curls. No wonder within the couple of months, I was on the verge of falling on my knees holding a ring for her in my hand. But fate was determined to situate me otherwise. However I was an egoistic asshole who would in no way accept destiny.

With the passing days, my brother's accident case became more serious. He left us all for good but left a shit load on me to handle behind. I wanted to project the case as nothing but an unfortunate accident which killed two people but the girl whose parents were involved thought otherwise. She was determined to file a case on drunk and drive even when the doer of the accident wasn't available on earth to face the charges.

I thought of buying her with money and was ready to draw as much a long figure on the cheque as she required but she refused to surrender.

And it was the first blow to my ego, my first failure to convince and that too just hand to mouth middle class girl.

She didn't hold even half of my status but was a woman with a lot of self pride. She refused to sell herself to me and wanted justice for her parents, something that I was no way willing to give. She held me up with a challenge. I tried to persuade her, force her and then finally black mail her but.... she wouldn't listen.

A tough girl that she was!

There was nothing that I would bargain at the loss of my reputation and my family prestige. I was resolute to end her but this time the destiny was not ready to follow my order. My life went reversed with a simple phone call from the mafia leader.

The girl I fell in love and the one who dared my ego wanting justice for her parents were the same.

On one side of the coin was my love, an unsullied pristine Angel with the purest heart and on the other side was a strong woman who was matchless, determined, fighting equity for the pain her parents suffered. I was pertinacious to conquer both of them because I am the invincible. There hasn't yet a day arrived that could question the indestructible Shannon Clandevis. I am head and shoulders above the rest. No person is yet born to obstruct what I desire.

In due course of time I married Mara Benjamin. She not only vanquished my heart with her innocent love but also had the courtesy to provoke a challenge on me to win the battle of honor for her parents. It was a straight upbeat victory on my self esteem that even the most influential couldn't defy till date and I decided to teach her a lesson. 

I made her mine and tortured her to the shades that even beasts wouldn't dare but she was an untarnished angel who could trounce even the heart of a monster. Little did she know, for every torment I made her suffer to satisfy my own self conceit, I ached ten times more than her.

What has this girl done to me? She had the power even to annihilate a devil with her impeccable soul.

On a pleasant morning she divulged the exhilarating news that I was soon going to be a father and I couldn't continue on the charade of hating her anymore. She was my wife, the beautiful woman who carries my baby to this world. I got rid of my dense pride, meaningless self worth I imposed on myself and started caring her wholeheartedly without any restraints.

I do not want to risk her pregnancy uncovering my shit story of amour propre. Once she delivers our beautiful child, I am going to tell her the truth. I will fall on my knees and pray for her forgiveness but as green as grass wet behind the bars one has to winnow the harvest of the seeds he once planted either good or bad.

Unfortunately I realized it too late.