Was that so terrible?
It would be to my father. I was supposed to be pure of heart and body, saving myself for my husband. The archaic values had been instilled into me from the moment I’d been taught about the birds and bees. That was also the first time I’d truly understood that I was nothing but a possession. Since then, every man who’d come around at my father’s bidding had been interested in the possibility of me being sold like a prized doll from a shelf.
A bird in a cage.
I could barely stomach the thought of being touched by anyone I didn’t want. The only promise made to me upon selling my body? That I’d always live in the lap of luxury.
I’d made a promise to myself I intended on keeping. I would do things my way and no man would ever take control of me.
Not my mind.
Not my body.
And certainly not my heart.
With a deep sigh, I slipped my fingers inside my tight channel, biting back the moans and whimpers threatening to give me away. Being lost in pleasure was rare, also considered against the will of God. Bullshit.
My nipples still ached, my pussy throbbing to the point I had difficulty breathing. And all I could think about was the magnificent man driving his cock deep inside. With my thumb rolling around my sensitive clit, I flexed my fingers, writhing under the covers as one image after another of the sexy prisoner played out in my mind.
As my fingers rolled back and forth, my mind played out several intimate scenes from recent books I’d read. In those few precious seconds, I was with him, hearing him whisper words of endearment while driving deep and hard into my pussy.
I could almost feel his touch, fingertips tickling my skin. And his hot breath dancing across my cheek and neck. His lips, so soft yet controlling, roughly taking what belonged to him. In that moment where fantasy met reality, I was incapable of seeing the difference, biting my lower lip, writhing under the covers.
Hot and wet.
Hungry and willing.
In desperate need.
Of him.
All for him.
As an orgasm swept through me, I smashed my face into my pillow to keep from screaming. My pussy muscles convulsed, the rapture much more intense than ever before. Very slowly, I came down from the beautiful high, wishing and hoping that all my dreams could come true.
I curled my legs against me, yanking the covers over my head, and just as I began to fall asleep, I could hear my sexy stranger calling my name.
Rafaela…
* * *
“Golden Angel!Cosa stai facendo? Torna qui!”
What are you doing? Come back here!
My perfect little fur baby had been acting naughty lately and I knew the reason why. She longed to see Kazimir. It was true what I’d said before, as if the man had placed a magic spell over her.
While I adored seeing the two of them together, now wasn’t the time or the place. I would be late for school and graduation was right around the corner. I’d made up my mind that when I returned that afternoon, I would have a long discussion with myfather. I was finished with him holding my future over my head. I would go to the university in Paris one way or the other.
“Golden!” I rushed along the path, furious with the little fur ball. I could tell exactly where she was headed.
To the vineyards where she’d first met Kazimir. This was a nightmare. Somehow, she’d slipped out of her collar, running away from me in a flash. I continued to chase after her, hearing only a couple of barks of announcement to the world that she was on her way to make everyone’s day brighter.
I couldn’t keep up with her and had to pray that she didn’t get herself into any trouble. I was out of breath, groaning in frustration as I neared the same spot from before.
Yet she was nowhere to be seen.
I could see several of the estate trucks in the distance, the weeding ongoing. What unnerved me the most was that the full-time employees couldn’t care less about the life of my baby. If it was up to Marco, he’d instruct them to run her over if possible.
