You’re not interrupting anything, darling,” she said, sliding off Mr. Harrison’s lap with a grace that seemed almost rehearsed. “We were just getting to know each other.”
I couldn’t bear to look at them anymore. I turned on my heel and ran back to the room I’d been given, the grand hallways of the mansion seeming to stretch on forever as I sprinted away. My heart hammered in my chest, the pain of seeing them together like a knife twisting in my gut. But as I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, panting, I knew I couldn’t hide forever. This wasn’t my house. This wasn’t my life. And if I didn’t want to be just another toy for Mr. Harrison, I had to take control of my own destiny.
Slowly, I walked to the bed, each step heavier than the last. The plush comforter and silk sheets seemed to beckon me, offering a brief reprieve from the storm raging inside. I collapsed onto the mattress with a sigh, feeling like a rag doll thrown aside after a child’s playtime had ended. For a moment, all I wanted to do was curl up and cry, to let the weight of the world crush me into oblivion.
But Elena’s words echoed in my mind, a persistent reminder that I had a choice. I could wallow in self-pity or I could rise and face the challenges ahead. I took a deep breath, feeling the fabric of the chemise cling to my damp skin. With trembling hands, I pulled the cover over me, wrapping myself in the soft embrace of luxury. As I lay there, my thoughts swirling, the exhaustion of the day finally caught up to me, and my eyes grew heavy.
Sleep claimed me, a blessed escape from the turmoil of my new reality. It was a deep, dreamless sleep, the kind that only comes when your mind and body are pushed to their limits. When I awoke, the candles had burned low, casting shadows that danced and flickered across the ceiling. The grand room felt eerie and unfamiliar in the dim light, and for a moment, I wondered if it had all been a terrible nightmare.
But as I rolled over, feeling the ache between my legs and the sticky residue of my own arousal, I knew it was all too real. And then I felt it – the warmth of someone’s arms around me, holding me tight. I gasped, my eyes flying open.
“Don’t move, Emma,” a deep voice rumbled against my ear, the words sending a shiver down my spine. It was Mr. Harrison, his grip firm but gentle as he pulled me closer. I could feel the heat of his naked body pressed against mine, his chest rising and falling with his steady breaths.
I realized with a jolt that he was completely naked. His erection was pressing against my ass, and a wave of embarrassment so intense it felt like a fever washed over me. I had never been this close to a man before, never felt the weight of someone’s desire so tangibly.
“I know what you’re feeling,” he whispered, his voice gruff with sleep. “But you’re safe here. With me.”
I tried shifting away, but he held me stronger, pulling me into him completely. His bare skin was hot against mine, and I could feel the hardness of his chest against my back. The scent of him, musky and male, filled my nostrils, making my head spin. I was so shy, so overwhelmed by his presence, that I didn’t know what to do. My body was on fire, every inch of me aware of him, but my mind was screaming that this was wrong.
“Mr. Harrison,” I stammered, my voice trembling. “I’m not… I don’t know how to be what you want.”
He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest and into my back. “Shh,” he murmured, his hand moving to cup my breast. “Let me show you.”
Without a word, he gently pushed the fabric of my shirt aside and his hand found my skin. My breath caught in my throat as his thumb began to circle my nipple, the sensation making me squirm. His touch was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the firmness of his grip. I felt my body betraying me, my nipple hardening under his caress, a warmth spreading through my chest that I couldn’t ignore.
“You’re so responsive,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “It’s intoxicating.”
I bit my bottom lip, trying to stifle a moan as his other hand slid down my body to my stomach. His thumb traced the outline of my belly button before continuing further south. The anticipation was unbearable, my body thrumming with a need I didn’t quite understand. His touch was like a brand, marking me as his, and I hated how much I liked it.
“Mr. Harrison,” I protested weakly, trying to push his hand away. But his grip was like iron, his fingers insistent. “Please, I don’t… I’m not ready.”
He stilled, his hand hovering over my skin, the air thick with the scent of desire and fear. “Then why did you offer yourself to me?” His voice was low, the question a challenge. I could feel his hot breath against my neck, his body still pressed against mine.
“I… I didn’t know,” I stuttered, my cheeks flushing with heat. “I just want to be… useful.”
Before I could say anything else, Mr. Harrison’s hand slipped around my waist and with surprising gentleness, he turned me to face him. His eyes searched mine, the intensity of his gaze making my knees feel like they would buckle beneath me. He took his time, studying my features as if committing them to memory. Then, without breaking eye contact, his hand slid up my thigh, pushing the chemise aside to reveal my trembling skin.
He leaned in, and I felt his breath warm against my lips. “You’re so fragile, Emma,” he murmured. “So beautiful.”
I couldn’t form a response, my voice lost in the maelstrom of emotions crashing through me. Before I could even process his words, he claimed my mouth in a kiss that stole the very air from my lungs. His tongue traced the seam of my lips, urging them to part, and when they did, he delved in, tasting me, exploring me. It was a kiss that spoke of ownership and dominance, leaving no doubt in my mind of what was to come.
As we kissed, his hands roamed my body, squeezing my ass with a possessiveness that sent shockwaves of pleasure through me. The fabric of the chemise was no barrier to his touch, and I could feel the heat of his palms burning through the thin material. My body was his to command, and it responded eagerly, arching into his grasp.
With a groan that was half-desire and half-frustration, Mr. Harrison pulled away from my lips. He looked down at me, his eyes dark with hunger. “You like it don’t you?
I couldn’t lie. The way his hands felt on my body was like nothing I’d ever experienced. His touch was rough yet tender, a contradiction that sent my senses reeling. My heart hammered in my chest as he squeezed my ass again, the heat from his grip seeping through the thin fabric of the chemise.
He leaned in closer, the scent of him enveloping me, a potent mix of spice and musk that made my head swim. His eyes searched mine, looking for something, anything that would give him the green light to proceed. And when he found it, he didn’t hesitate. His lips claimed mine in a kiss that was as possessive as it was passionate.