A second finger plunged between her folds. Victoria shuttered, shockwaves crashing through her. She clamped her palm over the top of his hand. Squeezing her fingers over Henry’s large hand, she thrashed beneath his touch, her hips gyrating and bucking wildly as Henry continued to mercilessly finger-fuck her.
“That’s right. Ride me hard,” Henry urged her on.
“I’m going to come,” Victoria cried out as tremors rocked through her body.
“Give it to me,” Henry commanded, his thumb rubbing over her clit.
“Henry!” Victoria screamed as she erupted into an earth-shattering orgasm.
Swiftly, Henry’s hands locked around her waist. He turned her to face him and swept her up into his arms. Victoria wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms clutching Henry’s shoulders as she clung to him.
Henry’s lips brushed over her forehead while his palm rubbed up and down her spine, comforting her as she came back down to Earth. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
MOUTH SLIGHTLY PARTED, Victoria steadily regained her breath, the intensity of her orgasm having left her well sated. A sultry groan escaped her lips at Henry’s admission. “I don’t want you to,” she breathed, burying her head against his shoulder.
“Look at me,” Henry said.
Eyes fluttering open, Victoria arched her neck, staring up at him with a dazed expression.
A deep chuckle came from his chest. “You look like a well-loved woman.”
Loved?
Her heart skipped a beat before reality overtook her. “You mean well-fucked,” Victoria said, brushing off the comment.
“That, too.” Henry lowered Victoria back to the floor, making sure she was steady before he maneuvered her back toward the window. “Look at yourself.”
Blinking, Victoria did just that. Taking in her appearance, she reached up, her fingers grazing over her swollen, red lips. Strands of blonde hair stuck to her cheek, having escaped from her sagging ponytail. She looked, as Henry said, like a woman well-loved. There was a glow to her cheeks, her hazel eyes alive with passion.
From behind, Henry loomed above her. His muscled biceps flexed and wrapped around her chest, securing her in his embrace. Palms open, he cupped each of her breasts, kneading and squeezing them, playing with their weight. Awash in sensual pleasure, Victoria leaned her back against his rock-hard pecs. A low murmur of appreciation came from her lips as his fingers splayed open to capture and tease each of her puckered nipples.
Transfixed, Victoria stared into the mirror, watching as one of his hands trailed lower. As a finger slowly moved to circle her clit, tingles shot through her core. Her pussy, slick with arousal, begged to have his cock fill her channel. “Please,” she whimpered.
“What is it, Goldilocks?” Henry whispered, his tongue flicking out to paint her ear. “Do you need me to put my dick inside your juicy pussy?” Moving his free hand behind her back, she felt his arm slide down her back, all the while his other hand continued to play with her clit.
“Yes,” Victoria moaned, her breathing turning erratic.
“As you wish,” Henry said. Then he wrapped his fingers around the base of his shaft. Holding on to its girth, he positioned his cock between her thighs and guided it up and down her pussy lips. Victoria gasped as he slapped his cock playfully against her opening,
“Put. It. Inside. Me. Now,” Victoria demanded as she bent forward. Spreading her legs apart, her palms flattened against the mirror, she arched her ass up, gyrating her hips to rub against Henry.
Henry grasped her waist between his palms, his fingers digging into her skin, and thrust into her. Victoria cried out, her pussy walls clenching around his cock as he pushed deeper into her tight channel. Then he pulled his cock nearly all the way out of her before ramming into her again. Over and over, he pumped in and out, his hips grinding against her ass, his cock filling her completely. Smacking sounds echoed off the walls as their bodies collided.
Victoria stared at their reflection in the glass, unable to stop watching as Henry’s massive body dominated hers. Ruthlessly he pounded his cock in and out of her pussy, her breasts bouncing uncontrollably. Henry was magnificent. Powerful and in control, his solid chest glistened with perspiration as he claimed her.
“Come on. I can’t wait much longer. Come for me,” Henry hissed, his jaw clenched. He scraped his teeth over the nape of her neck, sending Victoria over the edge. She cried out, her body violently convulsing into orgasmic bliss as Henry shuddered, screaming her name as he spilled his release.
Chapter 26
Kelly
That bitch! Kelly thought, her nose pressed to the large picture window of the Literary Ladies’ Book Nook and Café. Her eyes were narrowed, straining into the darkness, searching for Victoria and Henry’s almost imperceptible silhouettes. Kelly clenched her jaw, her gaze locked on them. She wasn’t stupid. Kelly knew what that tramp was up to. She’d seen her lure Henrique into the back of the room and then point at the pathetic dried-up greenery above their heads.
Nausea swept through her. Her hand moved over her stomach as she willed herself not to wretch. Henrique must have been coerced. Why else would he betray her with that frumpy nobody? Everyone knew she was far superior to that twit.
Stupid Victoria Hathaway probably used her home as leverage. Henrique would never be interested in the ordinary bore otherwise. He’d been preoccupied with this silly land deal for months. Frankly, Kelly had had about all she could take. Enough was enough. It was time they marry. No more of this ridiculousness. She’d waited long enough.
Business or not, Henrique had made a grave mistake. Now, once again, Kelly would have to set things right. She’d rid the world of that conniving nuisance just like she’d done with Henrique’s precious Isobel.
Her lips turned into a crooked smile. The man had no idea how lucky he was. Not too many women would be as willing to put up with his shenanigans. Well, it didn’t matter now. She had everything under control.
Her self-satisfied grin faded, a question looming in her mind. Why was Henrique continuing with this charade? She fisted both of her hands through her hair and pulled, her mind cluttered with the events of the last few days. The city council meeting had been a fiasco. Henrique had lost the land deal. She’d been there and heard Helen Carrington’s speech denying the building permit. Apparently, the colonial homes in the area were considered historical relics and therefore protected by the Newport Ladies’ Refurbishment Society.
A deep voice startled her. “Merry Christmas.”
Kelly spun around, thrusting her hand against the storefront as she fought to maintain her balance.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”
Eyes narrowed, Kelly looked the stranger up and down, assessing him. Faded jeans. Spotless, white sneakers. Motorcycle jacket. All off the rack, but stylish.
“Can’t you see that you’re bothering me? If you want an autograph, just ask. Don’t waste my time with idle chatter.” She sighed and then thrust her hand toward him. “Pen. Paper,” she snapped.
The stranger chuckled. “Thanks for the offer, but I’ll pass. I wanted to be neighborly. I live in the studio apartment above this shop.”
Kelly scowled. “I’m not interested in a hookup.”
“Good because I don’t think my girlfriend would be too keen on that either. Especially since I’m on my way to see her now.”
Jealousy shot through Kelly as her eyes landed on the present in his hand.
“It is a fabulous display, isn’t it?” He smiled warmly and nodded in the direction of the storefront’s window. “But I suppose I’m partial.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“I have a soft spot for one of the shop’s owners.”
Kelly released a disgruntled snort. Had every man lost their wits over sweet, innocent Victoria Hathaway? Removing a flask from her pocket, she undid the cap. “I need a drink.”
“That bad, huh?”
Kelly gla
red at the stranger and then took a swig from the flask.
“Listen, the community center always has an abundant amount of food. They offer shelter, too. No questions asked.”
“I’m not a charity case.”
“If you ever change your mind, feel free to ask for me—Andre. I volunteer there.”
“I’ve had all I can take of this shit.” Kelly turned and proceeded to weave her way down the cobblestone street.
FUCKING SECURITY!
Kelly let out a disgruntled snort as she rattled the locked gate. She’d moved to fucking Newport, Rhode Island to get her man, and no barrier could stop her from getting what she came here for. She moved into a darkened corner and hiked up her dress, heedless of the cold. Clawing her nails into the narrow cracks that separated each of the shore-roughened stones, Kelly hefted herself over the massive stone wall. As she flopped to the ground, her ankle twisted, the heel of her designer pump breaking off. Hell-bent on redemption, Kelly crawled off the ground and proceeded to hobble down the long driveway leading to Diego Santana’s private estate.
She rang the doorbell multiple times, refusing to leave until someone answered. Eyes closed, she inhaled deeply and tried to erase the image of Henrique’s engorged cock ramming into that blonde whore. Why? Why does he hurt me like this?
Finally, the door swung open. “What the hell do you want?” Diego hissed.
Kelly’s mouth curled up. Clad in a maroon satin robe, the billionaire stood before her, a look of pure disgust evident on his face. The robe’s sash strained a knot over his gut, the neckline gaping open to reveal a dusting of gray chest hair covering the ashy skin of his man boobs.
“We need to talk,” she wailed, her over-rouged cheeks blotchy and wet.
“Shut up, you’ll wake the staff,” Diego said, pulling the door closed.
Kelly wedged her foot in the door, wincing as it smacked against her outstretched leg, and then pushed her way into the grand foyer.
“You’d best make this quick. I don’t like garbage littering my living space.”
Kelly stomped her foot on the black and white marble floor, her fists anchored to her hips. “You said that if I came to this hellhole of a town, Henrique would marry me. We made a deal. You were supposed to help me.”
“I don’t make deals with brainless women,” Diego said, his fat fingers locking around her small wrist. He dragged her into a massive sitting room and closed the door, securing the lock behind him before he rounded on her. “Watch your accusations and be very careful how you act because I can destroy you faster than I can squash a bug,” he spat.
Kelly flinched, wiping the back of her hand over the thick spittle that had hit her face. “You said if I came to Newport, Henrique would realize how much he loves me. You said he’d be grateful that I’d cared enough to follow him. Fucking Victoria Hathaway wasn’t part of the plan.”
Casually, Diego removed the stopper from the liquor bottle placed on a round table and poured the brandy into a glass. He held the glass up, swirling the liquid as if in deep contemplation. “Henrique has never been one to listen to reason. His partiality to brandy is one of the few similarities shared between us.”
“What he drinks has nothing to do with this.” Kelly dashed across the room, whacking the glass from his hand.
Diego’s eyes narrowed as the glass shattered, the contents staining the carpet. He gripped her chin roughly, forcing Kelly to look at him. “Why don’t you dispose of Victoria Hathaway—permanently,” he said through clenched teeth before releasing his hold.
She fell to her knees, clutching onto Diego’s meaty calf. “You promised to help me.”
“What a sickening display of cowardice.” Diego shook his leg free from Kelly’s clutches. “You removed your obstacle before.”
“But I still have nightmares,” Kelly cried.
“It’s time you took a good look at yourself. Your makeup is running down your face. Your clothing is soiled. Your tits are drooping, and your ass is flat.” Diego sneered. “Face it, sweetheart, you’re a used-up supermodel. Henrique would never love a piece of trash like you. The only way to regain his affection is to rid yourself of the competition.”
Collapsing into a fetal position, Kelly banged her fists against the oriental carpet, screaming at the top of her lungs, “Henrique loves me!”
Diego hefted a leg above her, stepping over Kelly’s writhing body. “You’re more delusional than I gave you credit for.”
“He’s confused. That woman has brainwashed him against me,” Kelly bawled.
A light tap came from the other side of the door. “Mr. Santana, is everything all right in there?” Patrice questioned.
Shades of red and pink patches broke out across Diego’s face. “Get up. Now,” he commanded, his voice lethal. Huffing, he reached down to pull her body, like a ragdoll, from the floor. “Let’s call a spade a spade. It doesn’t take a brain surgeon to spread her legs, and unfortunately, my good-for-nothing son has grown weary of your crusty old twat. It’s time for you to take action.”
Sniffling, Kelly’s body wrenched with dry heaves as Diego threatened her, “I’m going to open the door. I expect you to pull your shit together and get the fuck out of my presence. If you come sniffing around my residence again, I’ll tear you from limb to limb. That is a promise that I’ll keep.” He threw open the door, unperturbed by Patrice’s shocked gasp. “Go to bed, Patrice. This nuisance was just about to leave.”
Patrice quivered, clutching the neckline of her pink velour robe to her chest. “Are you okay?” she dared to ask, her dark eyes filled with concern, as she noted Kelly’s disheveled appearance.
Kelly whooshed past Patrice, unable to answer, as Diego escorted her to the door. Without a second glance, he propelled Kelly through the open door and slammed it in her face.
Chapter 27
Victoria
Bacon—the sumptuous scent wafted throughout the bedroom. Victoria’s stomach growled, rousing her from her peaceful slumber. Semi-conscious, she stretched her arms above her head, a serene smile curving across her lips as she recalled their night of vigorous lovemaking. The sound of pots and pans clanging from the kitchen awakened her completely. He’s cooking? Thrilled by the thought, Victoria couldn’t stop her mouth from watering with anticipation. She was starving, not only for food but also for Henry. Quickly, she threw back the covers and scrambled out of bed.
Henry’s T-shirt brushed her thighs as Victoria padded barefoot down the hall. Frederick lay in the doorway of the kitchen, his tail thumping against the floor as she neared. She reached down to pat the golden retriever on the head and then smiled broadly, her gaze traveling over Henry’s muscular physique. Dark hair mussed, his bare torso gloriously naked, he maneuvered around the kitchen. Bicep muscles flexing, he wielded a spatula while in command of three frying pans. She shimmied up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist, and peeked into the frying pans. Delicious-looking scrambled eggs mixed with cheddar cheese sat in the first, another sizzled with bacon, and the last was filled with diced potatoes.
“Merry Christmas, Goldilocks,” Henry said. “I hope you’re hungry.”
“Famished,” Victoria answered, brushing her lips over his broad back.
His attention centered on the stovetop, he crouched down to her level and pointed to his cheek.
Balancing on the balls of her feet, she stretched on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. “Merry Christmas,” she said huskily. Open palmed, Victoria rubbed a circular pattern over the flat planes of his abdomen and then, unable to resist, lower to cup her hand over the hard erection bulging beneath his boxer shorts.
“Victoria—” Henry groaned. “I’m trying to make you breakfast. You’ll need sustenance for what I have planned for you.”
“Sounds intriguing.” Still on tiptoes, she nestled against his back, her tongue flicking out to lick over his broad shoulders as she inhaled the woodsy masculine scent of him. “What can I do to help?” Victoria questioned, nipping and suckin
g at his back while her hands stroked over the satin confining his cock.
Henry released a guttural sound. “Your help is very distracting.”
“Good,” Victoria said before stepping away. Deliberately, she swayed her hips as she made her way toward the coffee pot.
He pulled off the dishtowel that hung from his shoulder and swatted her buttocks. “Keep that up and we’ll never eat,” he chuckled.
“I’ve always wanted a dog,” she said, pouring a cup for each of them and then seating herself at the round kitchen table.
“Freddy is in all his glory. Just look at him.”
Victoria glanced down at the dog. Head skyward, his nostrils flared as he sniffed the air. “I think he is a fan of his father’s cooking,” she laughed as she reached to pat Frederick.
“I think he enjoys having a beautiful woman scratch him behind his ears,” Henry said as he scooped out a significant portion of bacon, potatoes, and scrambled eggs onto each plate. Placing the overloaded plates onto the table, he pulled out a chair and sat beside her, his hand moving down to sneak Frederick a small piece of bacon.
“Thank you. It looks heavenly.”
“Maybe you should take a bite before you thank me for my cooking skills.”
Victoria grinned and lifted the fork to her mouth. “Oh...Henry, these eggs are to die for,” Victoria purred, savoring her first scrumptious bite.
“An orgasm in your mouth,” Henry teased.
Eyes closed, Victoria slowly chewed. “Mmm....hmm,” she moaned in agreement.
“I know something else that will burst with flavor over your tongue.”
Victoria giggled and bit into a crisp slice of bacon. “I know you do.”
Henry lifted the mug and took a gulp of coffee. “Almost as flavorful as the taste you leave on my tongue.”
Victoria flushed and brought a forkful of potatoes to her mouth.
He lowered the mug back onto the table. “I adore those soft little murmurs you make when you come.”
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