Billionaire Flawed 1(299)

 She didn't know what to feel. It was probable that David was dead. She had only just married him, and now she was in all likelihood a widow. She thought of David's impotence on their wedding night, and, while it had been a very important matter to her at the time, and since, now it seemed trivial. A tiny insignificance that they could have come to terms with, and sought help for.

My dear, are you alright? You look suddenly very pale.

Yes, I'm fine. This has been quite a shock. That's all.



Two weeks and I have heard nothing of my husband, Sophia said as she sat with her three friends in her garden. No news at all. There have been detailed reports in all the newspapers but no names of the dead have been published.

The other three didn't know what to say to their friend. Sophia, we are very sorry that you are being kept waiting in the cruelest way, said Emily.

“Yes, it is most unfortunate. We all feel for you, dear Sophia, Charlotte added. Tell us how you really feel, perhaps it will do you good to speak out your true feelings.

My feelings are difficult to put into words. I had a husband and now I don't. We married and spent one unsuccessful evening together, and that was our marriage. Since I have neither seen nor heard anything from my husband. It must be the shortest marriage in history.

Have you been seeing the Duke? Alice asked.

Every three days.

And how do you feel about him?

What is there to feel? I lie with him and he satisfies my feminine urges. There is no more to it than that.

But you must feel something for him?

No, not really. I tend to be more frightened of him.

Frightened? I told you to be careful. He ruins people, Alice said.

I didn't know he was an unscrupulous man, Emily said. To me he looks ever so charming, dashing even.

He takes the wives of men and when they tire of him, he exposes them, ruining the husband’s reputation and the lady's life. Can you imagine what it would be like to be cast aside by your husband? Banished from society forever? Alice said.

I can't think of anything worse, Emily said, quite shocked that any man could do that to a woman.

Can we please change the subject of our conversation? Sophia asked. She was drained. The Duke had drained her of energy both emotionally and physically and she was anxious to know what had happened to her husband.



Don't scream or I'll put an end to you, he said. I want you to stay calm and listen to what I tell you. Do you understand? the man said as he held his hand over Sophia's mouth.

Sophia nodded. It was totally dark in her bedroom and she could not see her attacker. I will do as you say. Please don't hurt me.

Then do all I command and you will not be hurt.

Sophia had woken suddenly when she'd felt a cold hand on her. She was lying on her stomach and wasn't able to kick or punch him. She lay passively waiting for his next move.

Sophia began to whimper and tremble when she felt his hands lifting her night dress. Please, sir. Do not....

He said nothing as he lifted her nightdress higher and higher. When it reached her buttocks he began to stroke her soft flesh. He leaned down and kissed her there. He placed a thousand tiny kisses on her and as he did so, he put a hand down between her closed legs and felt her warmth. Sophia was petrified, but she liked the feel of his hand wedged between her legs.

Open your legs wider, he told her. She obeyed. As she did so, his hand began to move on to her vulva. Lying face down she involuntarily lifted her bottom and opened her legs wider still. He felt her sex beginning to warm to his movements.

So tell me. How do you want me to take you? Do you want to lie on your back with your legs open or be up on your knees with me at your rear? How does madam like it?

I don't know, please stop.

I can feel that you do not want me to stop. Or is your body betraying you? If you cannot decide how you want me, I will decide for you. I will enter you from behind. I will caress your back and the cheeks of your delicate behind as I thrust into you. Do you like the sound of that?

Sophia didn't reply.

First though, I will prepare you some more. He pulled Sophia up slightly, lowered himself and put his mouth onto her sex. She jolted and tried to slam her legs shut. He held them apart and massaged her opening with his tongue. He felt her getting wetter. When he'd first felt her, she was dry and closed, now she was moist and opening up like a flower in spring. Please, keep your legs open, it will be a tiresome evening if I have to hold them open all the time.

As his tongue continued to lick over her softness, he let a finger glide down between her buttocks. It was the most erotic feeling, and Sophia began to accept her fate. She actually wanted to enjoy it now. Her husband was dead. She would let the Duke do what he wanted with her, but she was quite unhappy he had chosen to come to her house in the middle of the night.