Hypnotized(55)

He leaned forward and took a nipple in his warm mouth. ‘Oh,’ I cried. He sucked it while his fingers played with my pussy.

He raised his head, his face so sincere it almost made me want to cry. ‘You’re not in the limbo of the past. You’re with me now. You’re my woman. My baby. And nothing from the past can change that. From now on you are flying under my wings. Anybody who wants to hurt you has to go through me first. Do you understand that?’

‘Yes,’ I whispered, staring transfixed at his gorgeous face.

‘I’d kiss you all over, but that wouldn’t be enough. I’d lick you all over, but that wouldn’t be enough either.’ He grinned suddenly. ‘I’ll just have to fuck you until you faint.’

And he grabbed me, his thumbs pressing into the creases where my thighs began and the rest of his large palms curled underneath my buttocks, and jerked me forward. I squealed with the suddenness of his actions. In a smooth move of his big, sturdy body, he aligned his thick, long cock with my entrance.

‘I love you, Marlow Kane,’ I said.

For a second he didn’t move, just froze as if made of stone.

‘I know that,’ he said hoarsely, and drove himself deep inside me. He stilled and waited until my muscles stretched and adjusted to his size. When I exhaled with pleasure he began to thrust, his strong hands gripping my flesh so hard I knew he would leave bruises in the shape of his fingerprints. But I wanted him to mark me. It is a primal thing to darken the skin of the one that belongs to you. When he sees the marks he will know: I am his. When I see the marks I will know: I am his.

Pinned under his big sturdy body with his cock deeply embedded inside me, I looked him in the eye and urged, ‘Harder.’

His cock slammed into me.

‘Yes,’ I screamed.

The thrusts were savage and relentless. His body slapped at my clit. When I started to feel the edges of an orgasm a smothered cry escaped my lips. Above me his body became solid. I gripped the hard muscles of his upper-arms and we exploded at the same moment. He came over and over inside me, the eruptions rocking us both. Finally it was over. Our foreheads touched, our breathing hot and heavy.

‘I really, really, really, really love it when you wear me at the end of your cock, Marlow Kane,’ I whispered shyly.

He grinned. ‘And I’m gonna fill you so full of my cum it’s going to be dripping out of you for days.’





Hours later I stared up at him. ‘You know who the white owl is, don’t you?’

His face changed. ‘I don’t for sure, but I can guess.’

Incredibly curious, I asked, ‘How did you guess?’

‘Because the first law of war is to keep your friends close and your enemies even closer.’

I thought of all her silky lies. The betrayal was like a wound in my chest. I shook my head. Then another thought, totally unrelated, struck me: my missing shiny black stiletto boots. ‘My God! She knew I was a …,’ I paused it was hard to say the word, ‘… a prostitute.’

‘Why do you say that?’

‘Because she secretly went to my flat and removed everything that could have acted as a trigger to remind me of that part of my life. I don’t know what her plan was, but I think she meant to use you to confuse me. All my memories would have been seen as too preposterous to be real. God! I can’t believe how devious and insidious she is! I’ve been so stupid. I never guessed. Not for a moment.’

‘Don’t be so hard on yourself, Olivia. You were fooled by a consummate actress,’ he consoled.

‘She not just a consummate actress she’s also a murderer,’ I spat out furiously.

He scowled. ‘Murderer?’

‘She killed my mother. I saw her. I saw her smother Mummy with a pillow.’ My voice wobbled with the memory of that night.

Something flashed in his eyes. ‘But that doesn’t make sense. I thought your mother was dying. Why not just wait it out?’

He was right. Why? Why would she take the risk? Then it hit me.

‘Daffy. She was already sleeping with my father and pregnant with Daffy. She didn’t want her child to be a bastard. She was hoping it would be a boy who could inherit the title and estate. Daffy was born seven months after my mother died, and Ivana claimed it was premature. Of course, everybody knew, but no one said anything.’

I laughed suddenly, a humorless, joyless sound.

‘And she’s been French kissing karma ever since. She found out after Daffy was born that she couldn’t have any more children. She could not produce a male heir for my father’

‘What will you do?’

‘I want to punish her. I want her to suffer.’