“I’m not.”
I leaned forward. “I’ll marry you tonight if you let me.”
She blinked.
Then laughed.
“I’m not to be kept. I’m dangerous. I break hearts.”
“Not with me.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I do.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Let’s go up to my room and find out.”
She didn’t hesitate to follow me.
Back at my penthouse suite, she didn’t hesitate.
No games.
No pretending.
And for the first time…
I wasn’t fully in control.
She matched everything.
At some point, I started paying attention to her in a different way.
Not just touching her.
Watching her.
Remembering her.
The way she rode my dick, and talked back to me in French when I made her cum.
“Tu n'auras plus jamais ce sexe,” she said.You won’t get this pussy again.
I chuckled as I turned her over to her stomach and slid back inside of her.
“Tu m'as laissé baiser à cru,” I shot back at her before giving her deep strokes that had her gripping the sheets.You let me fuck raw.
I fell asleep with her in my arms after it was all over.
I don’t do that, and I shouldn’t have.
When I woke up at eleven in the morning…
She was gone.
No note.
