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on my hand and my closet of furs...even if they are scandalous and a little immoral to have. I’m surprised by how happy you are as a tamed man.”
“Tamed!?” I scoffed. “I am no more tamed than you are, woman.” With that, I scooped her up into my arms and started carrying her off into the bedroom. “I guess I will just have to remind you of that...yet again.”
She cackled as I kicked open the door to our room and tossed her down onto the bed. I moved over her like a ferocious beast, biting at her neck and ripping away her clothes with urgency. Her laughter soon faded into moans of desire, and she was quick to start eagerly tearing off my clothes in return.
I pinned her arms down to her sides and wasted no time at sliding inside of her. There were some nights for hours of foreplay and teasing. I had spent countless hours between her legs, making her completely limp before I ever moved an inch inside of her. But when my wild manliness was in question, I knew she was provoking me to ravage her all at once. She knew all the ways to draw what she wanted out of me, and I was happy to oblige.
But just as the warm wave of pleasure started growing, she quickly overpowered me. She rolled me over and pinned me underneath her instead, smiling wickedly as she lowered to take a big bite of my bottom lip. Of course, she had to force me to surrender to her. Once again, I was happy to oblige.
We made passionate love late into the night, as we did most evenings. Afterward, we’d lie with her hair spread out across my chest as she pressed her ear to my heart. She sometimes joked that she needed to hear it beating to have proof that I had a heart at all. It was something I wasn’t so sure of myself until I admitted to my love for her. Now I felt its palpitations daily, minute by minute. Just one look at her was enough to make it start pounding.
“I am proud of you, Alberto Milano,” she said softly with her cheek against my hairy chest. “You are doing so much good for the people of Argentina. Of course, you are doing it in your own way...but it is good, nonetheless.”
“I know you would have just as soon had me give every penny I had a way to every person you deemed in need,” I quipped.
“You weren’t wrong, though. It’s really something to see their faces light up with the hope of restoring their businesses and farms. It means so much more to them to have a way of making their own living.”
I teased her, moving my ear closer to her mouth. “Say that again, dear. I didn’t quite hear you. Did you say...I wasn’t wrong? Or...dare I say, that I was right!?”
She slapped my chest and giggled. “Can’t you just take a compliment as I give it without rubbing it in?”
“Never. And you’d expect nothing less. I think you’d get bored with me and run off if I did.”
She climbed on top of me and straddled her legs around my waist. “I’d admit you were right long before I’d ever admitted to the possibility that I could grow bored with you.” Her voice broke into a deep, sexy rasp that drove me mad.
I flipped her back over with a growl and ran my hand down the length of her body, landing on her ass, which I squeezed firmly to angle her back up towards me. I was instantly hard again and ready to be back inside of her. No matter how tired I was or how many times we had already made love that day, she always had a way of inspiring me to go again.
With my eyes locked on hers, I relished in the parting of her lips as the sweetest gasp of pleasure escaped. In moments like those, when I watched her head thrash back against the sheets, I would think back on myself standing in that market all that time ago and almost laugh. I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I bought her from those dirty guards. But for as hefty of a price as I thought I paid then, I would pay a million more and then some to do it all over again.
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Her Double Punishment
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Daddy's idea of punishment:
Send his babygirl to Italy for a year,
To work at uncle Stefano's family farm.
Oh boy, was daddy wrong.
Dad thinks I'm too spoiled,
In need of some serious taming.
He wanted me to be a lawyer, but I hated college.
In his last attempt to make me a proper lady,
He figured he'd send me to Italy.
So I can learn what hard work really is.
So I can get my bratty girl's hands dirty.
And oh, did I get them dirty.
If only daddy knew how hands-on I've become.
He'd be so, so proud of me.
Although I'm sure the kind of work I've been doing is not the kind of work dad would feel proud of...
I'm so, so sorry, daddy.
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Auctioned To The Armitage Brothers
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"There are private auctions, held by the wealthy elite of this city.
It may be your only option for a better life for you and your daughter.
But I have to ask, are you still able to bear children?"
The chills run through my spine.
But what other option do I have?
A single mom.
A convicted, abusive ex-husband.
A world that is crumbling.
What else can I ask for?
I will keep my daughter safe, no matter the cost.
"OK", I said.
"Sign me in."
Four days later, a letter shows up in my mailbox:
"Dear Mrs. Robson,
It is my pleasure to inform you that you have been purchased by Mr. George Armitage, Esq.
Mr. Armitage is a pillar of the Chicago community, and is the CEO of Armitage pharmaceuticals.
They are an extremely wealthy household, and I am sure you will settle in very nicely there.
As for what services you will be providing, Mr. Armitage is looking for..."
But I couldn't read anymore.
Oh Lord...
What did I get myself into!?
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