‘Not as much as me. It had to be done. There was no other way. It was agonizing to see your eyes turn wary. To see you look at me with such hurt that morning. I couldn’t even stay in the apartment. I went straight to the office and I was like … what’s that thing you say I am in the mornings?’
‘Madder than a wet hen?’
‘Not that one.’
‘When you fall out of the angry tree and hit every branch on the way down?’
‘That’s the one,’ he said with a gorgeous smile. ‘I could never betray you. I love you.’
‘What?’
‘I could never betray you.’
‘The other part,’ I prompted with a happy grin.
‘I love you.’
‘You really do?’
‘Can’t you tell? Fucking hell, for a smart cookie you sure are dumb. Don’t you know when a man acts cold and disinterested in the presence of a drop dead beauty he is crazy about her?’
‘This is so hard to take in. I really thought you didn’t want me.’
There is only one word that comes into my head when I think of you. Mine. You were the one thing I couldn’t walk away from, the one constant thing I desired more than anything else. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get you out of my mind or my fantasies.’ He winked. ‘You don’t know the things you’ve done in my fantasies. Besides I knew you secretly couldn’t keep your hands off me.’
‘You think the sun rises just to hear you crow, don’t you?’ I retorted.
‘Doesn’t it?’
I grinned. ‘Well, I suppose I will keep you then. You’ll be useful for picking up heavy stuff.’
‘And licking your pussy.’
I licked my lips. ‘By the way, I’ve got something to tell you.’
‘That you’re my stepsister?’
My mouth fell open. ‘You knew? How?’
‘It was the last piece of the puzzle for me. The moment I found out you were a virgin I knew. No matter how beautiful you are, Robert was not going to leave his entire inheritance to a random stranger he was not even fucking. The only thing I couldn’t figure out was how it all came about.’
‘All my life my mama never told me who my father was. I figure it was because he wounded her badly. I think he was the only one she ever loved and he left her after a month.’
I bent my head and looked at my fingers. They were twisted in my lap. It still hurt to think of that day my mama died.
‘Then on the day it was clear to her that she was passing she whispered Robert’s name in my ear and told me go and find him. She said he was a mean man, but I would melt his heart. I had no money at all. I went to the bank manger to beg for a little loan and he told me … I could have the money if I got on my fine knees and sucked him off.’
Ivan’s eyes flared and his large hands covered mine protectively.
‘I didn’t know what to do. I was in such a state. I sold a little chain my mama had given me to someone who gave me seventy dollars for it. Then I went into the café and did an Internet search for Robert Maxwell, the owner of Jetcorp. I made a long distance phone call to his office and told his secretary that my name was Tawny St. Clair who was the daughter of Tandy Sinclair and that I had something very, very important to tell him.’
Remembering that time still made a lump form in my throat and I swallowed it away.
‘I said I would be calling again tomorrow at the same time and could she kindly tell him that. The next twenty-four hours were longest in my life. The next day I called and God answered my prayers. My palms were so sweaty the phone kept slipping out of my hand, but he only asked me two questions. Was mama still alive? When I said no, I heard him sigh, and there was so much regret in the sound I knew that somehow he was no longer the mean man that mama knew. Then he asked me when I could come. Straightaway, I said. So he sent me a ticket and I came to England.’
I smiled with the memory.
‘I can still remember the first day I arrived at his doorstep. He looked at me with a smile in his eyes and said, “Well, I never would have thought it possible, but you’re even more beautiful than your mama.” I told him I thought he talked funny and he said, “That, young lady, is because you can’t hear yourself.” I laughed and so did he. And that was the beginning.’
‘Why at that stage did he make you pretend that you were a nail technician he had hired?’
‘I think he was afraid of what his children would do to me even then.’
‘My poor darling. I’ve been so unfair to you.’
‘No you haven’t. I’ve had the best time in my life with you.’
‘God, I love you so much,’ he breathed.
‘So you really, really do love me,’ I asked, almost unable to believe that someone as grand as him could love me.
‘I really, really do.’
‘When did you find out though?’ I wheedled.
‘Oh, well. Wanting to kill Ralph that night might have been a good clue, but really, when you banged my head with the cake tin.’
‘What?’
‘Really. It knocked some sense into me,’ he teased.
‘Now you’re just teasing me.’
‘Tawny honey, I think I’ve been in love with you for years. I guess even Robert knew too. I remember he used to deliberately talk about you even when I pretended outright disinterest. I used to get so jealous. Tawny this. Tawny that. Fucking hell. I used leave his house in a terrible temper. I couldn’t believe you were his and not mine. I used to out and get drunk, fuck a random blonde, and pretend it was you.’
I licked my lips and looked up from under my eyelashes. ‘Don’t you want those blondes anymore?’
‘Did you not hear what I just said? They were substitutes for you. You know, like a sugar substitute. It doesn’t taste as good and it leaves a bad aftertaste, but it helps soothe the craving. I never wanted any of them. I only ever wanted you.’ He grinned. ‘You were the mothership. The everything.’ He nodded. ‘Yup, my stepmother who turned out to be my stepsister.’
‘Oh you kinky man you.’
‘Ah, talking about that. We have an appointment at Blue Butterfly tomorrow.’
‘We do?’ I beamed up at him.
‘Yes, we do.’
‘Didn’t you have enough fruit the last time?’
‘Ah, fruit platters are not the only things they do.’
‘Can’t wait,’ I said beaming happily.
‘After that we are flying off to Penyu island to have a proper honeymoon. I still need to fuck you on that swing bed.’
‘Yes, m’Lord,’ I said meekly.
‘Oh, while we’re at it.’ He reached into his pocket and brought out a little velvet box. He opened it and on a bed of midnight blue velvet sat the most beautiful ruby and diamond ring I had ever laid eyes on. I looked up at him with wide eyes. ‘For me?’ I gasped.
‘Do you see anybody else?’
‘Careful. You’re spoiling the moment,’ I scolded.
He pulled the gaudy ring off my finger and tossed it behind him.
‘Hey?’ I said.
‘It was fake by the way.’
‘What?’
‘Yeah. Part of the plan. I was prepared for the eventuality that after you’d read the letters you might go and have it valued. A fake would have cemented my motive.’
‘My God! You thought of everything.’
‘You didn’t really think I was going to let my wife walk about with that tasteless rock on her finger, did you?’
‘Well, it was a bit Mariah Carey weds James Packer.’
‘This,’ he said, slipping the beautiful ring on my finger, ‘has belonged in my family from the time we stole it from the Indian maharajas.’
I held my hand out and laughed.
‘We’re starting again, Tawny Greystoke, and this time we’re going to make the stars come out just to watch us.’
I looked into his silver eyes. My heart felt as if it would burst with happiness. ‘What will they see, these stars that come o
ut to watch us?’
‘They will see me loving you like no man has ever loved a woman before.’
I smiled happily. ‘Who’d have thought I’d fall for a dirty aristocrat.’
‘Who’d have thought I’d be a total sucker for a country girl,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye.
Epilogue
Tawny Maxwell
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lixDK_tMEh
‘Talk dirty to me,’ he said.
‘How dirty?’ I asked.
‘Make it filthy.’
‘I want to suck your dirty big cock until you cum in my throat.’
He grinned. ‘Not bad.’
‘I’m a shameless slut who loves to have a really, really big dick stuck deep inside her wet cunt.’
‘Very good,’ he approved and started to unbutton my blouse. ‘Carry on,’ he instructed in a pleased voice.
‘And I love it when stretch me, and you fuck me hard in the ass.’
He stopped unbuttoning, his eyebrows rising. ‘Really?’
‘Well,’ I said with a smile.
‘Jesus, woman. You’re always ruining my fantasy. Five years on and you still haven’t learned to talk dirty. It’s not just the words baby. You’ve got to say it like you mean it. You can’t be smiling and messing about like it was a joke.’
‘OK, OK,’ I placate.
He finished unbuttoning my blouse and slipped his hand up my skirt.
‘Oh, Sir. What are you doing?’
‘I’m just a sucker for a country girl.’
He allowed his hand to travel along the inside of my thigh and reached between my legs. ‘Oh, you dirty, dirty girl. Where are your panties? Look how wet you are. Look at you. You dirty thing you.’ A sexy smile lights his face. God, I am married to such a hot man!
I spread my thighs further apart and looked at him coyly. ‘I am such a dirty thing. Sitting here with my creamy cunt being really dirty all over the table. All dirty and filthy and ready to be fucked.’
‘I love it when you talk dirty,’ he muttered, and freeing his big beautiful cock plunged into me so hard and deep I cried out and thought how amazing it was that after all these years he still managed to make me scream. How the love had just grown and grown.
From downstairs came the sounds of two children, Parker and Isobel, both little devils, whooping with joy. There were also the sounds of two crazy dogs barking madly, and an exasperated woman shouting at the top of her voice for the little thieves to bring back them muffins right away.
‘I really should go down and stop them,’ I mumbled distractedly. It’s hard to think when such a big cock is deep inside you.
Thank God that dirty aristocrat totally ignored me and didn’t stop.
The End
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