Toxic - Zoe Blake Page 0,16

wave after wave of one of the most intense experiences of my life.

Picking up the emerald I had spit out, Richard forced it between my lips as he pressed the fingers that were still covered in my arousal into my mouth. Greedily, I lapped my tongue along his salty skin even as my jaw ached and my throat rebelled.

In my depraved mind, I wished he had taken the time to shove something hard and long into my ass, so I could feel every hole stretched and filled by his punishing touch.

With a roar, Richard pulled free and shot thick, hot streams of cum onto my stomach.

Running his hand along the sheets, he collected the discarded jewels that lay scattered around us and dropped them into his still warm cum. Then picking each one up, he pushed them into my mouth, till I was choking on the taste of him and his wealth.

Chapter 7

Lizzie

Was that an apology?

Richard’s way of explaining how and why he’d allowed our game to go to such extremes?

Either way, I knew the subject was closed.

He had sent that part of the message loud and clear.

What else could I do? I had made my choice, now I must deal with the consequences. I might not have known the extent of what I had been getting myself into when I chose Richard, but I couldn’t deny I knew I was making a dangerous choice. The warning signs were there.

Practically from the moment I had met him he had proven to be possessive, controlling, and intense. And if I were honest with myself—I mean really honest—I fucking loved that about him. Sure, it scared the crap out of me, but at the same time it was just so damn hot. To have a man as powerful and influential as Richard make no secret of the fact that you were the center of his world?

It was intoxicating.

Besides, I was still all turned around about what had happened at his estate.

How could I be certain it wasn’t me forcing his hand?

That it wasn’t me insisting we go that deep into the fantasy?

After all, I was the one who dreamed of living in the Victorian period. Hell, I was even basing my future career on that dream!

And while Richard may be all of those things, he was also romantic, sexy, handsome, sweet in his quiet moments, and beyond generous, not only with his money but his time and attention.

I was thinking in circles and all it had gotten me so far was a headache.

Feeling like Scarlett O’Hara, I wouldn’t think more on it today… I’d worry about it tomorrow.

Rubbing my temples, I rolled onto my side and curled my knees up, wincing a little at the soreness between my legs. I had fallen back asleep not too long after he had given me that kinky as fuck insane orgasm.

My gaze fell on a stunning purse resting next to his pillow.

With a gasp, I sat up and grabbed the small top-handle bag. Holy shit! Running a reverent hand over the metallic pink Mordoré Nappa leather, I traced the outline of the gold heart, pearl-encrusted clasp.

It wasn’t lost on me that the purse was from Dolce & Gabbana’s Devotion collection. There was nothing Richard did that didn’t send some kind of hidden message or have some kind of symbolism to it.

Opening the flap, I saw one cream-colored envelope and a small velvet pouch. The soft calfskin interior brushed my knuckles as I reached in to retrieve the items.

Pulling on the dark purple strings of the velvet bag, I poured the contents onto my sheet-covered lap. They were the jewels from earlier. Although they were now cleaned and sparkling, they would forever bring to mind all the dirty deeds Richard had done to me with them.

Running a nail under the envelope flap, I pulled out the heavy card stock note and recognized the Winterbourne embossed family crest and Richard’s aggressively slanted penmanship.

There is a driver waiting to take you to Bond Street, when you are ready.

I’ve arranged a special lesson for you today with a member of the Morris family.

Bring the jewels.

If my meeting ends early, I will try to meet you there.

If not, we are dining at eight p.m. tonight.

Wear the new Ellen Wise Couture gown.

—R

If I was going to Bond Street, that could only mean David Morris Jewelers. One of the most famous bespoke jewelers in the world. They have literally made crowns for Europe’s royal families. Ever since Richard had me drop out