Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
“Allegra isn’t impulsive. She was a devastated teen who needed her parents. And instead she found out her father was cheating on her mother and got slapped”—I spat the word at Chiara—“for her loyalty, and abandoned for knowing the truth.” I shook my head, disgusted by them. “The world may think of you as the perfect parents. Successful. Powerful. Legends. But we both know I know differently. Imagine being the partial cause of your kid’s pain … and then gaslighting her, so even her sister thinks she’s the fuck-up. You should be utterly ashamed. You’re not successful. You failed at the thing that mattered most.”
I gestured to myself. “You know, in Scotland we call a person a legend if they’re a good. Not because they’re globally successful or historically famous, but a good person who did a good thing for us. My grandfather was a Highland farmer and he was a fucking legend. Not a fancy Hollywood director or a world-famous supermodel. And yet as my parent, he was more successful than you two could ever hope to be.”
Turning on my heel, I left them behind, satisfied by their stricken expressions.
Maybe it was revenge for Chiara devastating me with the truth, but I liked to think of it more as justice for my wife. And a long time coming.
“What did they say to you?” Allegra asked for the hundredth time as she followed me upstairs to our bedroom.
Feeling an intense pressure on my chest, I’d found Allegra just as she’d come across Aria and North, and told her I wasn’t feeling great. We’d left the party without returning to her parents and she’d badgered me the whole way home.
“They upset you. I know they did.” Hearing the tremor in her voice, I turned as we stepped inside the bedroom and I shrugged out of the jacket.
I didn’t want to think.
Thinking made me feel like my chest was caving in.
“They didn’t say anything,” I lied. “I just couldn’t wait any longer to get you alone. Take off the dress. Keep the shoes on.”
Allegra’s tan cheeks flushed. “Are you serious? You’re telling me the truth?”
I nodded, because I couldn’t voice another lie. The buttons on my shirt gave as I quickly plucked them open. “Dress off.”
She couldn’t suppress a shiver. I knew and loved that shiver. My wife was turned on. “Fine. But we will talk about this later, mister.” Allegra yanked down the side zipper on her dress a little angrily.
As amusement curled in my gut, overwhelming feeling for this woman froze me to the spot for a second. I watched as she shimmied off the tight dress and gracefully stepped out of it. My heart thudded faster as my dick thickened, straining against the suit trousers. She wore a strapless see-through pink bra and matching knickers, the same shade as those fuck-me shoes.
“Jesus,” I murmured, hungrily eating up the sight of her.
The thought of never having the privilege of seeing her like this for the rest of my life was so goddamn painful, it left me breathless.
“Get on the bed,” I demanded, fighting off the grim thought.
She shot me a sassy look but walked over to the bed and climbed on. Her perfect heart-shaped arse swayed as she crawled up the mattress. I fought the urge to climb up and grab her arse between my hands, rip off her knickers, and just fuck her until we both saw stars.
Clenching my hands into fists, I waited instead for her to turn and lie down on her back. “Hold on to the headboard. Don’t let go.”
Her breath caught, but she did as I commanded, wrapping her elegant artist hands around two of the metal posts.
I drank her in, my chest heaving with want. Finally, I climbed onto the bed. Allegra’s breasts trembled against the flimsy bra, her nipples visibly taut. Dark eyes filled with trust and lust, she waited patiently for me to continue.
Without a word, I curled my fingers around her knickers and slid them down her slender thighs. I peeled them over those ridiculous but sexy shoes that had no place on a farm, and stuffed them into my arse pocket for safekeeping.
“Dirty,” Allegra murmured, teasing me. “What do you plan to do with those later?”
I grinned but it was tight with need. “Spread.”
She let out a wee whimper of arousal as she widened her thighs. Wrapping my hands around both her slim ankles, I slowly slid them upward, caressing her until her inner thighs trembled and her pussy glistened.
Ready for me.
Always ready for me.
I kneeled between her thighs and gently pushed two fingers inside her. Wet, tight heat made me groan as she arched her back off the bed and moaned. Pumping in and out of her, I watched her strain against her hold on the bed, her heels piercing into the sheets as she met the thrusts of my fingers. I leaned over, pressing my thumb down on her clit as I squeezed her right breast with my free hand.