because it felt even better than his fingers.
He pulled away, his lips shiny from my slickness. “One button down.”
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Crow
She liked it.
She tried to hide the orgasm that rocked through her by shutting that pretty little mouth of hers, but it was no use. Her pussy constricted around me like an anaconda. It pleaded for my seed, trying to squeeze it out of me. She widened her legs because she wanted more of my cock. Her pathetic attempt to fool me was a waste of time.
She loved it as much as I did.
After I finally conquered her, I expected to return my focus to work. With a preoccupied mind, I wasn’t getting as much done. I fell behind on paperwork, shipments, and hiring more employees for the factory. My slave was stealing the spotlight with her soft brown hair and full hips.
But now, I was even more distracted than before.
I had her once, and I was immensely satisfied. But now, I wanted her again. Her cunt was so tight and slick. My cock was in womanly heaven when I glided in and out of her. She was soaked because of me, because of the heat between us.
When I first laid eyes on her, I wasn’t impressed. She was beautiful, of course. But so were a lot of women. There was nothing spectacular about her, nothing that made me want to pin her to the sheets just so I could have her.
But when I saw the fire inside her, I was drawn to her flames. She wasn’t submissive, not in the least. She was a challenge, a woman who could hold her own in a fight. After that moment, I was desperate to cage her, to overpower her and make her mine.
And I loved every second of it.
After I came home from work the following afternoon, I showered then sat down to dinner. She didn’t join me for breakfast that morning, but she came down now. She wore one of the dresses Lars picked out for her. It was strapless and pink, flowing out around her hips. She had the elegance of a queen and the grace of a god.
She sat across from me at the table without making eye contact. The bottle of wine was already sitting there, so she poured herself a glass and grabbed a piece of French bread from the basket.
I watched every move she made.
Lars brought the main entrees and set each plate in front of us. A pitcher of water and two glasses were placed next to the basket of bread. Sensing the tension in the room, he walked out without saying a word. He probably heard us fucking last night. His room was on the bottom floor.
I broke the silence. “How was your day?”
Her eyes were glued to her plate. “Good. Yours?”
I knew why she wouldn’t look at me. She was ashamed of everything she felt last night. She was ashamed she gave herself to me—and liked it. She lost the battle and surrendered, and that didn’t leave a good taste in her mouth. “Fine. Had a lot of work to do.”
She never asked me questions about my job. She either assumed I wouldn’t answer or didn’t care what I did outside the house.
“What are you reading?”
“A translator and some book in Italian.”
I held my fork in my hand but didn’t press it into my food. “You’re teaching yourself Italian?”
She nodded. “I’m trying to, at least.”
Even though she’d be leaving in a year?
“It’s a beautiful language.” She answered my question even though I never asked. “I like listening to it.”
“I can teach you.”
“You seem pretty busy…”
“When we talk, I can speak Italian.”
“But I wouldn’t know what you’re saying…”
“You’ll figure it out.” I finally took a bite of my food. Lars used to be a chef in Vienna once upon a time and knew his way around the kitchen as well as the rest of the house. He was an irreplaceable member of the staff. If he ever wanted to leave, I’d have a hard time letting him go.
She took a few bites before her eyes drifted to mine. They were pristine blue, clearer than the shores of a paradise island. “Is Crow your real name?”
Interesting question. “Yes.”
“It’s unusual…”
I thought it fit my dark exterior, my rage, and my callousness perfectly. “Pearl is unusual as well.”
She was about to grab her wineglass when she halted. “You know my name?”
I didn’t break stride. “I know everything about you.”
“But you’ve never mentioned it before.”
“If you wanted me to