The CEO's Unspoken Love
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"You want my forgiveness?" I asked, my voice dropping to a dangerous timbre.
Before she could answer, I moved closer, suddenly looming over her, my face inches from hers. Her breath caught, her lips parting in surprise.
"Then this is the price for speaking ill of me to others," I murmured, nipping her lower lip before claiming her mouth in a real kiss. It began as punishment but quickly transformed into something else entirely as she responded, her initial rigidity melting into compliance, then active participation.
Eleanor's breathing accelerated, small sounds escaping her throat as I explored her body. My touches were both punishment and pleasure, drawing shudders from her that I felt reverberating through my own body.
Her nightgown had ridden up, my hands discovering more of her with each caress. We were both lost in sensation, rational thought receding with each passing second...
Three years ago, to fulfill the wish of his grandmother, I was forced to marry Derek Wells, the second son of the family that had adopted me for ten years. He didn't love me, but I had secretly loved him all along.
Now, the three-year contractual marriage is about to end, but I feel that some kind of sentiment has developed between Derek and me that neither of us is willing to admit. I'm not sure if my feelings are right, but I know that we can't resist each other physically...
Before she could answer, I moved closer, suddenly looming over her, my face inches from hers. Her breath caught, her lips parting in surprise.
"Then this is the price for speaking ill of me to others," I murmured, nipping her lower lip before claiming her mouth in a real kiss. It began as punishment but quickly transformed into something else entirely as she responded, her initial rigidity melting into compliance, then active participation.
Eleanor's breathing accelerated, small sounds escaping her throat as I explored her body. My touches were both punishment and pleasure, drawing shudders from her that I felt reverberating through my own body.
Her nightgown had ridden up, my hands discovering more of her with each caress. We were both lost in sensation, rational thought receding with each passing second...
Three years ago, to fulfill the wish of his grandmother, I was forced to marry Derek Wells, the second son of the family that had adopted me for ten years. He didn't love me, but I had secretly loved him all along.
Now, the three-year contractual marriage is about to end, but I feel that some kind of sentiment has developed between Derek and me that neither of us is willing to admit. I'm not sure if my feelings are right, but I know that we can't resist each other physically...
