She chuckled, continuing to blabber nonsense as they drove to his destination. Once they arrived, he carried her into the building and laid her gently on the bed. Her vision was still blurry, but as she looked closely, her eyes widened in recognition. She saw Christian’s face and burst into excited laughter.
“I knew it, I got you!” she cooed, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him closer. He tumbled onto her. “Christian,” she whispered, her fingers gently tracing his face.
” You must have really loved that guy,” the stranger said, looking at her beautiful drunken face, unable to take his eyes off her lips, which she noticed. She held his cheeks and planted her lips on his, which he immediately returned. He began to kiss her deeply and roughly, grabbing her breast and groping it, making her moan into his mouth.
Her breast felt so soft against his palm and that lit the fire in him, he began to kiss her hungrily all over and pulled away for a minute to let her catch her breath but she pulled him closer.
“No, don’t stop, of course I won’t stop,” he said, chuckling with excitement.
He continued to kiss her and wrapped her legs around his waist, running his fingers up her thigh until he found her trousers, grinning as he touched her wetness.
“You’re so wet for me, baby,” she replied with a moan that set his whole body on fire. He pulled down her small dress, she wore such revealing and small clothes that it was so easy, he exposed her large curvy breast that made his head spin.
Yes, take them off and fuck me, you belong to me, you’re mine Christian she said as she helped the stranger undo his belt. She pulled down his boxers, exposing the joyous hard d**k. He tore off her panties and pushed her back onto the bed, spreading her legs before positioning himself, teasing her entrance with his dick, causing her to moan in anticipation. She kept seeing the face of the man she wanted most instead of the true face of a total stranger.
“I want you, I want you, Christian,” she moaned,
Too bad it won’t be Christian who’s fucking you tonight,” he said and thrust into her, both of them moaning as he began to pound her hard. He grabbed both of her hands and put them on top of her, using the other hand to grab one of her breasts and started to suck on it. She moaned so loudly, screaming as she felt too much pleasure, he wouldn’t stop sucking her juicy breast as he pounded into her at the same time, he looked into her closed eyes and with a grin he thrust even deeper. “Ahh”
Christian sat in the dining room, watching the maids place the meal on the table.
“Have you called Ari?” he asked, turning to the chief maid.
“No, My Lord. I don’t think ma’am would want to eat here tonight.”
“Why?”
Clinton frowned, unsure why the obvious answer was still being demanded. “She doesn’t eat with you, sir. She has been eating in her room, so…”
“Tonight will be different. Tell her to come and join me.”
“I… I don’t think she’ll accept. Moreover, you both just got back, so she might want to rest.”
Christian raised an eyebrow and twisted his lips to one side. “Bring the meal to her room if I’m not back in the next twenty minutes,” he said, standing up, exiting the dining room, and heading to her room.
He entered without knocking and found the room empty. He looked around, wondering where she could be when the bathroom door opened, and Clarisse walked out in a short white towel, dripping wet from head to toe, looking tempting.
Christian’s lips parted as he stared at her, watching the water drip from her hair, falling to her chest and between her breasts. He gulped hard at the sight, and just then their eyes met.
“Ahh!” she screamed and quickly turned away in shock. The scream jolted him out of his trance, and he blinked in confusion.
“What are you doing here?” she shouted.
“I… I came to call…”
“Call what?” she shouted.
“Why are you shouting?” he shouted back.
“Because you’re in my room without my permission, and I’m half-naked!”
“So? You’re my wife,” he replied, a bit more relaxed.
“Even though…” she shouted, frustrated.
“Fine, fine, fine, I’m not looking,” he rushed to say as he turned his back.
“No, you should get out!”
“Of course not. Not yet. I’m here to…”
“Don’t look!” she shouted again as he made to turn while talking.
“I’m not looking!” he shouted back. “Just put on something because I’m not going out.”
Clarisse scoffed in disbelief. What kind of man is this? she cursed in her mind as she frantically searched for something to wear. She quickly settled for a pair of jeans and a crop top.
“Are you done?” he asked, almost turning back.
“Don’t you dare!” she yelled. “I’m almost done.”
She hurriedly put the clothes on, panting by the time she was finished. “I’m done.”
He turned around and frowned. “Jeans? Is that what you’re wearing to bed? How will you be comfortable?”
“Of course not,” she replied. “My nightwear is so transparent and short.”
“They’re transparent,” she emphasized.
“Ugh, that means it’s exposing, and you’ll be seeing…” She gestured to her body, unable to finish the sentence as she gulped hard.
He understood what she meant. “So? I’m your husband.”
Clarisse eyed him, unable to believe how shameless he could be.
“And aren’t you going to dry your hair?”
“I will,” she grumbled, picking up the hair dryer.
“Let me do it for you,” he volunteered as he watched her struggle to dry the back of her hair.
“No, thanks.”
“I don’t take ‘no’ for an answer,” he said, taking it from her.
She sat down on the bed with her back to him as he sat behind her and began to dry her hair.
“Are you feeling cold?”
“No, thanks,” she replied.
“Cool,” he nodded and remained quiet until she spoke up.
“Why are you here?” she asked.
“Do I need a reason to be in my wife’s room?”
She rolled her eyes. He’s been reminding me a lot lately that we’re married.
“I’m sure you have a reason.”
“Actually, yes, two reasons.”
“What are they?”
“I got you an industry to work in.”
“Are you serious?” she asked in surprise as she turned to him, getting too close as she did. She quickly turned back.
“Yes, you’ll get to learn how to use the machine and also become an independent designer from there.”
She exclaimed and covered her mouth, turning back to him, this time not minding the closeness.
“Thank you,” she cooed.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.