Dirty Aristocrat(89)
‘Get Corrine to come up,’ I tell him, and remove my finger from the button.
I open a drawer and take out a condom. I tear it open and fit it on to my dick. The door opens and Corrine slinks in with a seductive smile. She is blonde with long legs and a great pair of tits. She is wearing a semi transparent white blouse, no bra, an extremely short black skirt and as I have stipulated, no panties.
I don’t like wasting time.
I grab her by the wrist and throw her against the wall. She gasps as I rip her top open. Her pink-tipped breasts strain forward. I look at them without any feeling. I am dead inside.
‘Suck my nipples, Zane, please’ she pleads.
But I’m not in the mood for that. If my mouth gets anywhere near those breast I’ll bite hard enough to leave marks. I feel that vicious.
I hold my hand out and she immediately hooks her leg over it giving me an uninterrupted view of her shaved, beautifully swollen and creaming sex. I never got to see the other one’s pussy. It is her pussy I want to see open and dripping for me. I won’t rest until I have her in this position of utter submission. Until the day I train her to hook her leg onto my hand and beg me to suck her nipples and slam hard into her I won’t be satisfied.
I ram my cock directly into Corrine’s little hole and she makes a grunting sound. Today the sound irritates me. I place my palm over her mouth and twist her face to the side so that I don’t have to look into her eyes, carry on thrusting hard.
The room fills with the wet sound of my flesh slapping hers. I come in record time, so quickly, in fact, that Corrine moans and desperately rubs her unsatisfied sex against me in a submissive, almost animal like begging gesture. I stay still until with my palm covering her mouth and her leg hooked over my hand, she finds her own release.
Immediately, I pull out of her clinging body and turn away, but not before I glimpse into her half-hooded eyes. At the desire and need still shining in them.
‘Zane, I—’ she whispers.
‘Get out,’ I say coldly.
I hear the sound of her clothes rustling, a small sulky sniff. It’s nearly time to get rid of her. She leaves and I feel like punching the wall.
‘Damn you,’ I grate. ‘Damn you to hell.’
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who wrote Crossing The Line
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BOOK 1
Ha, ha, ha, bless your soul.
You really think you’re in control.
Well…
—Crazy, Gnarls Barkey
PROLOGUE
Crazy
‘NOOOOOOO,’ I HOWL, but there is gravel or grave soil in my throat, and nothing other than an ugly, dried-up rasp travels out of my mouth. My head shakes back and forth like a mindless wind-up toy. Even my body is denying the horror before my eyes. Without warning my knees buckle under me, and I find myself in a heap at the doorway of his flat. Frantically, I begin to crawl toward him, screaming, babbling.
I can’t lose him! Not him! Oh God, not him. Please. Not him.