Chapter 1 Chapter 1 of Book 1

At six o'clock, Catherine Brown was on her way to the hotel where her boss, slash secret husband, Mr. Richmond, checked in. He called her yesterday and informed her that tonight was the only time he would be available, and if she wanted her job back as his secretary, they needed to talk about something important first. Whatever it was, she didn't care any longer, and even though the devil said it would be purely business, yet here she was, driving under the rain in snarling traffic, and yes, she was drunk, but who cares? Catherine knew she didn't have to worry about anything other than business conversation. After all, Mr. Richmond never saw her as a woman, not that her yellow sweater and long skirt would make an impression, and besides, he liked his women naked, -fucking all the time. After ten minutes, when she reached the door, she strengthened and checked herself before knocking on the door of the presidential suite on the top floor. The woman at the reception said that she could go straight. After all, with her boring, non-sexy clothing, she surely couldn't be mistaken as a whore. She didn't even put on lipstick or a little make-up. She was here for a reason that even the gods didn't know why. How she ended up married to the billionaire playboy was beyond her. Two years ago, being drunk and stupid, she accidentally married him. Oh yes, it was just a mistake, a fuckin' stupid drunken judgment, not that she could blame herself. After all, being too drunk in Las Vegas and accidentally marrying a billionaire was never on her bucket list. The man was nothing but bossy and demanding as hell, and out of desperation, he hired her as his secretary in exchange to keep their accidental marriage secret. Not that she had another choice. Being homeless, penniless, and heartbroken at that time made her desperate enough to accept his offer, but the devil himself fired her a few weeks ago, and now here she was in the bloody elevator thinking about how to strangle the man. She knocked on the door many times, yet it seemed like either the devil was busy fucking someone or he was fast asleep. Another minute passed. She tried to nudge the door and realized that it was unlocked. She opened it slowly and noticed how it was too dark inside. What sort of sorcery is this? Why is it too dark here? She thought to herself, "Hello? Is anyone here? Mr. Richmond?" With a little step forward, she yelled again, "Mr. Richmond? It's me, Miss Brown." Looking around, she was surprised by the grandness of the living room. A huge crystal chandelier in the middle of the ceiling brightens the place, and the sheer glass wall with a modern shade curtain made from a very silky smooth heer fabric that both looked pale and droopy was used on each side, which has made a great contribution to its grandeur. Silence He told her to come here, but the man probably forgot it again. "Bloody annoying. What a waste of time." She murmured under her breath but halted when she realized Mr. Richmond would not leave the door unlocked if he wasn't here. Right? "Shawn?" She blushed, saying his name out loud, and then felt silly. A girl could dream. However, Catherine walked through the darkened living room towards the glass door where the beautiful scenery was breathtaking, a view to die for indeed. Yet, the luxury in the room was to die for even more with the cream with gold accents and furniture pieces being bold additions to this open area, which made the color palette of the living room so relaxing. She paused for a moment as she pushed open the door to the next room, seeing that the lights were still on and hearing the sound of water rushing out of the showers. Well, that was weird. She knew this because he once told her that her Asian grandmother was superstitious and had never allowed him to take a bath or shower at night since he was a child. And, besides, this suite was closed and dark; who was taking a shower here? Was he fucking someone inside, or did he simply forget to turn off the shower? Well, the second was believable. After all, he would not let her come here if he had a sex escapade here, right? But curiosity got the better of her. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, Catherine walked towards the shower room, passing a huge hallway. It was welcoming from the open door to the wide aisle. On the sides were the paintings of a famous artist; the floor was a modern dark marble; a blend of deep homely light nude hues; and a pale gold that matched well with the colors in the living room. However, all she could hear was the water, so she was beginning to think someone had just left it running. She rounded the corner and froze. Yes, she stood there immobile, unable to even blink. Mr. Richmond was naked, her fucking secret husband, with white soap bubbles around him as he stood under the spray of the water. But it wasn't that her ex-boss was standing without a stitch of clothing in front of her that made her gasp as she did, and it wasn't even the surprise of seeing him in the shower room naked either. No, what made her gasp out loud enough that Shawn's eyes snapped open and peered directly into hers was a gigantic fucking dick between his knees, both of his hands wrapped securely around it as he rubbed it up and down. OKAY! Maybe… her mind was just overreacting and caused her to gawk at it and be shocked? However, it was exceptionally shocking, truly surprising. The man was nothing but enormous. It's massive. How could she not remember how huge he was? After all, they already did it two years ago, right? It was bigger than those pornhub thingies; it was more powerful than her fucking forearm! Catherine was stopped dead in her tracks by its sheer magnitude as her eyes fought to believe what she was looking at. It protruded, thick and throbbing, from the blond patch between his legs, jutting out what had to be a fucking foot. His hands could scarcely wrap around its massive girth, and the bulbous head throbbed scarlet and pulsated as he massaged it. Her best friend's toys are not in competition with it. Then, unexpectedly, Mr. Richmond's eyes sprang open at the sound of her gasp, staring right at her as they both halted, only seven feet apart. "I- ..." He exclaimed, his massive shaft twitching as he dropped both of his hands off of it. "The, um, shower...," Catherine whispered. "I was under the impression that no one was using it..." Shawn lifted his brows and nodded slowly. "So, Miss Brown, you didn't knock?""Um- I-I'm sorry...yes," she swallowed deeply, unable to take her gaze away from the monster shaft dodging heavily between his legs. Shawn barely mumbled the words out, completely enchanted by her wide blue eyes locked on his thick, lovely trunk; enthralled by it. He then smiled. "I'm sorry, Miss Brown, but I'm in a private meeting with my little manager here," Shawn added, with a little smirk. Little? You've got to be kidding me. She thought to herself as she jolted back to reality as she heard her name called. "Oh my god." She snapped her head up, meeting his gaze for a fraction of a second before her entire face turned crimson red. She wished she could just melt away and be done with her life. This was more than embarrassing. "I'm sorry..." She practically yelled the phrase as she turned and hurried out of the shower room and back into the dim living area, and started pacing around like some foolish virgin woman from the fucking 18th century. It wasn't until the shower room's front door closed behind her that she realized, with a small gasp, that her underwear was completely moist beneath her skirt. Damn it! When she was this triggered to run or stay, it was so very hard to have self-control. It was like she was doing the actions. It was like her behavior had been nothing but foolish, but it was as if the gas pedal got stuck down and in that acceleration, in that momentum, the steering wheel gets all jammed up too. Her mind was like that, she was panicking, not because of how huge it was, but how shameful it was to just stand there and stare at it. She was taken aback. How could she have forgotten those monstrous, throbbing monsters? Oh hell, I'm getting crazy. Catherine felt like she was in the middle of a fight or flight and it was so disappointingly primitive, but she just couldn't override the warm feeling. It was unless she had a friend to help her, to guide her, to release that emotional pressure so that she could take back the steering wheel and make good choices. "Wait, am I going to wait here or what?" She asked herself and nibbled on her bottom lip. She wondered how on earth she was ever going to be able to face him again now. Shit shit! It was natural to feel the urge to retreat, right? But no, she needed a job, right? Shit! There was no turning back now. 'Catherine, you are brave. You can do this.' Her self-talk was not helping, but she didn't have a choice either, 'Catherine, when you realize you are good to your core, when you realize your self-worth, a solid sense of confidence would expand within you, so suck it up and do not stare at his massive hard…' "Damn it! I have to go," she murmured under her breath, and finally stood up. Then, out of nowhere, she heard his deep, exhausted voice. "You are not going anywhere yet, Miss Brown. Sit and I'll be back."

Chapter 2 Chapter 2

"Shit!" Catherine mumbled under her breath, 'Is it too late to back out now, right?' Shawn turned around and gestured for her to sit down on the couch. She didn’t look at him, or rather when he was still staring at her, yet of course she did feast on his still wet, water droplets' back when he turned around and firmly closed the door to his dressing room. 'Damn those buttcheeks' She sank into a chair, slipped off her nude one-inch sandals, and realized she was suddenly sweating, not because the air conditioner was warm in this room—in fact, it was too bloody cold just a few minutes ago, but because she felt like she was in a desert land, devoid of water and thirsty for something. However, even without him here in the living room, she could feel him. Somewhere close, always watching, "Hell, I'm getting crazy. I need to stop those images." Catherine wiped off her invisible makeup and waited, her heart beating, her lungs barely breathing. She knew he was near, and she was uncomfortable, anxious, and couldn't think straight. Shawn must have known, too, that she was not comfortable, right? A fine mist streamed under the door, collecting in a spiral close to her. She held her breath. Instantly, the handsome, ruthless ex-boss of hers shimmered into a solid mass beside her. Her heart slammed. Of course, she was just exaggerating his appearance in the doorway as he raised his brows towards her. Yes, she was unbelievably daydreaming of some vampire trying to taste her warm blood. 'Oh for the love of God, this is getting too crazy.' She thought to herself. She better be thinking straight now or risk pouncing on those delicious red lips of her ex-boss, slash secret husband. Up close, Shawn was frightening and shockingly hot. 'Oh my God, why didn't I notice how enormously powerful this man, before?' His finely chiseled features were seductive, hard, yes, very hard. And long, and thick, and... 'Stop staring at him, Catherine...' Oh hell, I might need a shower later, a very cold shower. Looking at the man who appeared to be smirking at her, and knowing that he had his fair share of countless victories in battles over women, those skinny-to-the-bone Victoria Secret models. And looking at him now, he had this set of confidence that his broad shoulders and the fierce composure of his face couldn't deny. He was strikingly handsome and immeasurably intimidating at the same time. Did she mention huge? Yes, she did, so many fucking times. Catherine’s tongue touched her suddenly parched, dry lips. "So, Miss Brown, here you are... hmm, too awkward to even look at me. May I remind you that you did not knock?""May I remind you that you did not lock the door either, Mr. Richmond?" She fought back, then gasped when she realized what she had done. Fuck, goodbye 'take my job back'. The man must have thought that she had the nerve to answer back. But who the hell cares? She saw him naked! And I saw his… Shawn's body clenched at the sound of her voice. It was warm, soft, and shy all at the same time, yet it had an edge of sarcasm that he missed. After all, she had been her loyal secretary for years, and he knew when she was nervous or when she was just utterly annoyed. Nonetheless, what never left his mind was her half-naked body yesterday when he went to her small appartment to tell her that they need to talk. Those little flappy towels did nothing to cover that magnificent beauty that she kept hidden for years, and he wasn't even aware of it, not that he remembered their sex escapade two years ago. After all, they were both drunk. However, hearing her words now seemed to seep through his skin, wrapping around his heart and, most likely, his dick. "Miss Brown, I could do nothing other than to tell you that this is my suite, my hotel, so you know I can do whatever I like and I think you know that, right?""Of course I know that Mr. Richmond," She recognized his annoyance from a mile away, so she relented, and her little dismay showed in her soft, rich cobalt eyes. Shawn's hard mouth softened, his deep ocean blue eyes warming at her needless dismay as he sat on the single couch on her left side. "So about what I have in mind: Let's go back to the issues at hand. As you already know, this COVID-19 has made a mess, especially in the hotel industry. So what I'm asking you to do is to come back and work for me again, but this time, until the COVID protocol is lifted, you work at..." She intruded,  "You mean, you want me to work at home?""Yes, and no. What I have in mind is that you work with me, but in the comfort of my home.""What?! Are you kidding me?" Did she hear him right? How the hell could she manage not to stare at those bulges in his home? And the comfort of his home? Nothing is comforting about it. "No, Miss Brown, do I look like I have time to joke around? I made a promise to you yesterday that I would give you your job back, and I fully intend to honor it." His voice dropped another octave, his eyes consuming her as he spoke. "Work with me, you won't regret it, and besides, I know you, and I trust you." Oh really? But not enough that he fired her, right? Without even seeking the truth first? How could he manage to believe the whore's lies? Without a doubt, it was disappointing, not just because the bitch accused her of giving outsourced data to their rivals, but because Mr. Richmond knew better that she would never commit such fraud. Yet he bloody fired her ass just because the bitch couldn't get her hands off of him. Man-whore! But wait, oh my god, did he really mean it? But he never apologized to her, right? "Wait a minute, Mr. Richmond. You mean, I'm going to work with you in your mansion?""Yes," he replied immediately. "How about your current secretary?" She asked while her brows furrowed. After all, the bitch was the reason she got fired. "Do not worry about it. I have already fired her." Oh really now? Tired of so-many-blow-job? She thought to herself, then asked, "Why? I thought you liked her so much that you believed her words more than mine... I mean, not that I've worked my butt off for years and…""I know that Miss Brown, and it came to my knowledge recently, the whore, tricked me into firing you so she could have me. But do not worry, the job is still yours." He smirked, looking at how his secret wife raised her eyebrows and gaped at his words. 'The nerve of a bloody man'. Catherine thought to herself, that Shawn was indeed had a huge inflated ego, worth a fucking planet, yet she felt her heart jump again. Every cell in her body cried out to just say yes. His gaze was a smoldering heat she could not resist. There was so much hunger in him, such dark intensity, burning for her. The devil tempted her. Resolutely, she shook her head. "I'm not sure about your offer—" Mr. Richmond stopped her words by simply enveloping her smaller hand with his. When did he come so close to where she sat? But it all went to waste, her mind racing somewhere far beyond her common sense. His touch sent darts of fire racing up her limbs and through her body, taking the very breath from her lungs. "I grow weary of knowing that I have fired my best and most loyal secretary, and those lies weren't welcome in my office. Hearing how she managed to trick me into firing you was beyond me, and I apologize." 'Oh, bloody hell,' she said, gaping for sure. The man never, ever apologized, and yet he did. Fucking now, while his hands burned on hers.

Chapter 3 Chapter 3

Then, out of nowhere, Shawn straightened slowly to his full height and paced around in front of her like some male underwear model. Okay, not that kind, but a girl could dream, right? But the man must be thinking of something. She recognized this kind of pacing; this was his boss's thinking pace, where he would be making huge, fucking decisions. What on bloody earth could he be thinking? His offer wasn't mind-shattering, in fact, it was as boring as hell hounds. However, he looked so intimidating, his broad shoulders seeming to fill the bed, his soft, warm, silky bed, with that thought, Catherine smiled, that Mr. Richmond actually stepped backward. His eyes bore straight into hers, his gaze holding her prisoner, searching her very soul. "Stay in the mansion with me, and I will double your salary plus bonus," the god mumbled, as if debating whether to take her right now. "What? ...You did your thinking pace just to tell me that?" She grumbled. "Ah, what?""Never mind, Mr. Richmond, but why not work in the comfort of my home? It's all basically the same, right? We have an internet connection and…""No, it's not the same. I need you near me all the time." The devil added and turned his head away from her and took an empty shot glass from the nearby coffee table, went to his minibar, and poured himself a vintage expensive wine while Catherine watched him dumbfounded for the entire time as if he were able to solve the world wide world crisis. "I'm sorry, what? What is the point of...""I have my reason, Miss Brown, and I'll be paying you as my assistant, but not to ask me some silly questions." Silly? What the fuck is wrong with this man? Silly questions? "Really?" Mischief danced for a moment in her eyes, and she shoved her nude sandals away from her feet. "To be clear, I haven't accepted your offer yet, so I have the bloody right to inquire, right?" She didn’t sound apologetic; she sounded as if she was making fun of him, and Shawn noticed the heat on her face upon concluding her lengthy speech. Weird, she never expected Miss Brown to be this amazing, unsettled, and out of character; after all, she was his prim and proper secretary, always polite, always prepared, and above all, she was always one step ahead of his game in everything, and yet watching her now, so out of character, made him want to kiss those plump rosy lips and taste her nectar. Somehow, Shawn knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that this woman’s existence would be tied to his for all eternity because he would do everything to win her trust. "Are your naked feet supposed to intimidate me, Miss Brown?" 'Ah, what? What the hell was he asking?' "What?""See? You are now thinking, tsk! Tsk! You better think about your life judgment, Miss Brown, because I can't be persuaded anymore. I want you in my mansion tomorrow and that is final." She thought to herself, 'He's got to be kidding me.' Did he just notice how she took her sandals off her feet? Damn it! It was just her manner, "Are you seriously noticing those mundane manners of mine? It's none of your concern, I want to be naked all the time. It's not like..." She gaped after realizing what she said. Oh, fuck! Her and her mouth. "Oh, pray tell me, Miss Brown," Shawn added, with those knowing-it-all smirks when he saw her blush and covered her mouth with her hands. "Not that naked, I mean... my feet... I-I...""I think I heard just enough, wife. And I can't wait to find you naked all the time in my mansion." She stood up, and cried out, "Jesus! Shawn, that's not what I mean. W-what I mean is…" He never thought there would come a moment when he would love his name on a woman's lips unless they were screaming for him to go harder and faster, but hearing it from her made him want to hear it again, so he added, "Oh, I know, wife, and it's no wonder you were naked yesterday in your little apartment. I would not be surprised if you ended up naked in my bed tomorrow, you know and...""Are you fucking kidding me, Mr. Richmond? I was not naked yesterday...I-I have a towel and y-you… stop calling me 'wife.'""Shawn…" he added with a sly smile. "What?""Call me Shawn, I like it better.""No way, you are Mr. Richmond to me.""Oh, well, then settle it then, Catherine." Did he just call her by her name? Dafaq!? Did he know her name? Wow! That was surprising. Shawn watched the woman with sudden interest and never thought she was this lovely, especially when she was almost yelling and furious at the same time. Yet, he allowed the burning desire for her to flare briefly in his eyes and was satisfied when she stepped back again. "No, I mean, I will call you Mr. Richmond," she repeated. Damn it, she knew she was talking nonsense. How could he look at her like he wanted to devour her? Fuck it! She couldn't even think straight, so she sat down and went to retrieve her sandals from the floor instead. "How is it that I'm allowed to call you Catherine and you are not calling me by my name? I like my name in your lips; it sounds better," he demanded, his voice deep and compelling, that of a man accustomed to instant submission. Seriously? Catherine, teeth scraped across her lower lip, betraying her nervousness, but her chin went up defiantly. "Look, Mr. Richmond, if you don’t want me to call you by your surname, it’s no big deal. We haven’t signed a contract or anything, so I'll leave now." She put her sandals on, took a deep breath, and stood, slowly taking a step toward the door, but Shawn suddenly appeared like a solid wall, blocking her way. She glanced at his smiling eyes, judging the distance to the rear door, wondering if she could make it before he pounced. Somehow, she was afraid that running would trigger his own predatory instincts or his billionaire manly ego. "Mr. Richmond, let me pass, I don't have time for this nonsense," Catherine objected gently, laying a placating hand on his arm. Two could play this game. She knew the man was playing with her, and she knew this game very well. After all, she knew him from head to toe. However, Shawn didn’t so much as turn his head, his deep blue eyes remaining on her face, searching her eyes, "No, this is not a game, I'm merely asking you back, to take the job. I need you," he told her softly, his voice soft and menacing. Even the unseen would grow uneasy upon hearing his deep, tantalising voice, slowly pushing himself closer to the blonde unfashionable-woman whose blue eyes flashed like jewels yet she smelt like wild lilacs. Game on, Catherine thought to herself. "Oh really now? Mr. Richmond, you fired me in a blink, remember?" With their close proximity, she wondered why she hadn't fallen down to the floor and been unconscious for a while. "I already apologized for that, Catherine, haven't I?" Oh fuck! Oh please do not look at me like that, I'm about to melt. She thought to herself. But, gazing at those mesmerising deep ocean eyes, and sensing a stark possessiveness in his stares, with a sensual cruelty around his beautiful mouth, an intensity burned in him that she had never witnessed before. "I asked you a question," he said softly. His voice sent butterfly wings brushing against her stomach. It was a black-velvet weapon, a magician’s method, and it sent heat curling unexpectedly through her body. She felt the color creeping up her neck and into her face. "I'm no longer your employee, Mr. Richmond. You can't bully me just like that!""Bully? I am not bullying you." He waited, as still as a lion poised to pounce, his unblinking eyes fixed on her face. She felt a strange compulsion to answer him, to tell him she was wrong. The urge beat at her head until she rubbed her temples in protest. Then she sighed, shook her head, and even attempted a smile. "Look, I’m not certain what you wanted from me, Mr. Richmond, but I'm not going to let you intimidate and bully me this time.""I'm not bullying you. I never did. What the hell made you think I was bullying you?" She raised her eyebrows and shrugged carelessly. "Every fucking time, but now,... it doesn’t matter. I can just as easily move on, I can find a job online... so goodbye." She was about to move and halted when he moved towards her instead. That made her step back against the wall. Shawn studied her face. She was lying to him. She wanted the job. She was eager to take it but too proud to say anything. She coated her desperation well, but she craved work. Yet not once did her cobalt eyes waver from his dark regard, and her entire body betrayed resistance. Shawn moved then, gliding close to her so fast that she didn’t have a chance to run. He could almost hear her heart pounding, hear the rush of blood, of life, through her veins. His gaze rested on the plum lips, biting the lower lip so frantically. "I think this job will suit you perfectly, and it's yours, it's always been yours." Shawn was too close, too great, too fierce and powerful. Up close, Catherine could feel the heat radiating from his body, the allure and charisma he exuded. He wasn’t touching her, but she felt the warmth of his skin against hers all the same. She had an urge to run as fast and as far as she could, or maybe pounce on his lips? "B-but why in your m-mansion?" She sounded defiant, even to her own ears. Shawn just smiled in an infuriatingly masculine way that told her he knew she was afraid of him. The smile did nothing to warm the dark, intense frost in his eyes. He bent his head slowly toward her until she could feel his breath against her neck, then near her lips, almost gracing them. Her skin tingles with apprehension, or maybe from the unsettling excitement. Every cell in her body went on alert, screaming a warning, but she could not help but moan a little, and she prayed he didn't hear it, or all was lost. "Why not? Its a fucking huge mansion..." he whispered into her pulse. Catherine took a deep breath and forced herself to remain perfectly still, unflinching. If they were playing a game, she was not going to make a wrong move. "I need to know what I'm getting myself into, Mr. Richmond. And I know this game of yours, and I am not buying it, not even for a dime." He flashed a sly smile again. He looked like a hungry predator eyeing its prey. "I am not playing a game here, Catherine?""Oh, really? Cut this bullshit now. My boyfriend is waiting for me downstairs. I have to go." She added a little lie and hoped for the best, because if she had to stay another minute here, she might as well let him win this game. Hearing it, Shawn felt an unfamiliar anger rip through him at the very thought of any of the other men around her.

Chapter 4 Chapter 4

...And at that moment, he knew that until he made Catherine his, totally his, he would do everything to have her back again, however, he was exceptionally formidable, not only to his rivals, even in the early years when joy and grief still existed for him, he had never experienced such jealousy, possessiveness, or any other emotion remotely like it. He had not known what fury felt like until that moment. It was sobering to realise just how much power this small woman wielded. Catherine shook her head. "Let me go now!" She edged away from his intensity, from the way he made her heart pound in alarm, glancing frantically at the rear door. But Shawn was too close for her to make good her escape. So she looked to his deep ocean eyes, then focused and aimed her thoughts at them, a talent she had had since birth, though one she would never admit aloud as she shed a little tear from her own, it was slowly creeping on her eyes, it was like she wanted all her emotion being shown to her eyes as she looks at him, telling him that she was in pain, disappointed, fearful and a hell lot more like thinking how her little goldfish drowned from the fucking water. "Hey, hey, I- didn't… wait, wait..." he hissed under his breath, forgetting himself. "Damn it! Why are you crying, I didn't mean to scare you, Jesus! I am not going to hurt you. Stop those tears." Shawn rubbed the bridge of his nose thoughtfully. Why on earth was she crying? He didn't hurt her in any way, right? Shawn looked remorseful as he took his own hands from the wall and stepped back a little, ducking his head, his eyes shifting away from her as Catherine pressed the back of her hand to her soft, trembling mouth. "Damn it, Catherine, I'm sorry, okay." Shawn felt not only his hunger but also his fatigue. It beat at him, inside him, so that his every protective male instinct roared to life. With a little bit of a dramatic sigh and whimper, Catherine glanced up at him, measuring her options. Somewhere deep inside herself, she knew that Shawn had taken away her choices. Her choice to think straight, the man just apologized again and almost had a regretful look in his eyes. She wanted to just melt right there as her little guilt crept in, yet she wanted to smile. She did it! She won his game. "I'm going now." She whimpered and bit her lips which never left unnoticed. "Catherine, wait,... I'm sorry, don't go just yet," Shawn was never guilty but watching her almost trembling and so afraid of him, even sobbing,...  that made him want to just slap his own face, how could he scare her like that? He would not allow her to leave just yet, with that fear in her eyes. Catherine almost wanted to laugh out loud, but she held herself and wiped the now invisible tears from her eyes as she saw that in the merciless line of Shawn's mouth, the apologetic resolve stamped on his features, and his intense blue eyes. She could pretend if she wanted to, leave it unspoken between them, not challenge the man. Yet, the power over Shawn clung to her like a second skin. She had been in difficult situations before, but this felt entirely different. This felt like she had him in her palm. Catherine wanted to run... Or wanted to stay. Shawn reached out and tipped her chin with two fingers so that he could stare directly into her eyes. Two fingers. That was all. But it felt as if he had put chains on her, bound them together in some inexplicable manner. She felt the impact of his gaze burning into her, branding her as his. "Please don't leave just yet. I promise to behave as your boss and will never intimidate you. Just don't leave like this, Miss Brown." He watched her tremble a little while the tip of her tongue nervously moistened her full lower lip. Shawn’s body clenches in hot, hard, urgent demand, yet he doesn't want to scare her even more. "You are not going to run, right? You're not going to get away with it. You need the job. I need you with me. I mean, my paperwork has been a mess since you left.""Since you fired me, you mean?" Shawn closed his eyes and sighed, "Yes, since I fired you, now am I forgiven?""Do you promise to stay away from me? One meter away from me? Just like what the Covid 19 protocol has to offer?" she found herself answering. She didn’t know what she was going to do. Down to her last one hundred dollars, she had been certain this was the perfect job for her. She was excellent at her job and she wanted it back, she liked being alone, and she loved staying away from people. And something about Mr. Richmond's request or demand had jumped out at her, drawing her to this place, this hot handsome, huge huge man, as if it was meant to be. It had been strange, almost a compulsion she couldn’t resist him. "Wait, are you serious? What the hell… A meter away?" Shawn grumbled and raised an eyebrow. She must be serious. "Yes," she added. So sure was she that the job was meant for her. She should have known it was too perfect, especially with the man and his mansion. Without thinking, she sighed softly. "Are we going to sign a contract or what?" Shawn’s thumb feathered lightly over her chin. He felt her tremble, but she stood her ground. "And no touching Mr. Richmond," Catherine added, knowing full well, that if he keeps this up, she might be the one touching him all over. The man was irresistible, and he knew it. Shawn sighed. As if reading her mind," he anticipated, "There is always a price to pay, sweet." His hand moved to her hair, and he fingered the red-scarlet strands as if he couldn’t help himself. "As you demand... okay, follow me to my library. The paper is there, just waiting for you to sign it." He turned around and motioned for her to follow him, and Catherine did, staring at his broad shoulder, which was only covered by a shirt and his usual trousers, and wondering what would happen if he let the man win this game of his. Going inside the library, she found it too luxurious and modern. Watching him opening his drawer Catherine stood very still, near the door, like a small animal caught out in the open by a stalking panther. She knew Shawn was extremely difficult to her, yet she could only stare up at him helplessly. "Here, take your seat and sign this paper. Read it first if you must." He mumbled something and went to get a pen on the side table and motioned for her to come closer with a pen in his hand. She slowly stepped closer, never leaving her gaze on his. It felt like Shawn was doing something to her, mesmerizing her, hypnotizing her with his burning eyes. Catherine couldn’t look away from him. She couldn’t move. "My Salary?" Her words came out strangled-sounding and husky. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from his, no matter how much her mind screamed at her to do so. Shawn's body moved close, closer still while giving her the pen, until his hard frame seemed to imprint itself on the softness of hers. He was everywhere, surrounding her, enveloping her until she was a part of him. She knew she should try to move, to break the spell he was weaving around her, but she couldn’t find the strength. Then his arms closed around her and drew her into him, and her heart turned over at the gentleness in a man of such power and enormous strength. He whispered something soft and soothing. Something compelling. A sorcerer’s temptation. Catherine closed her eyes, the world suddenly hazy and dreamlike. She felt as if she couldn’t move, as if she didn’t want to move. She waited almost breathlessly. Shawn's mouth brushed her right temple, moved across her ear, feathered across her cheek to the corner of her lips, breathing warmth, leaving little dancing flames wherever he touched. She felt torn in two. One part of her knew it was so perfect, so right; the other urged her to run as fast and as far as she could. His tongue stroked across her neck like a velvet rasping caress that curled her toes and sent heat pooling deep within her. His fingers curved around her nape, drawing her even closer. Longing speared through her, then gave way promptly to erotic elation. She was divided into two halves, one locked helplessly in the dark embrace, the other staring in shock at the sweet, promising spectacle. Her body was hot. Burning, longing, and need. Her mind accepted him and what he was doing. Taking her, staking his claim on her. Somehow, she knew that he was not trying to devour her but to possess her. She also knew that Shawn was not anything like a gentleman. Her eyelashes swept down, and her legs buckled. Alright, that never happened, she was just thinking about it while Mr. Richmond was still meters away from her and she just stood there near the door, daydreaming and probably drooling like some fucking sexless woman. Not that she was not… but still, the man was yum! "Miss Brown? Are you alright? You look pale?" Of course, she looked pale, her warm, lustful blood all running through between her legs and probably soaking her already too moist undies just imagining her boss' huge… gigantic… Oh, fuck! I have to stop thinking about it. Stepping closer she took the pen from him, gracing a little of his skin that made her gasp from the contact, it was like she had found some deep reservoir of self-preservation, and squirmed, all she ever wanted to just melt into her arms and touch those warm, firm muscles of his chest. It was then that an intimate memory reached her deepest, concealed recollection, two years ago. When he accidentally married this man.

Chapter 5 Chapter 5

Two Years Ago " Welcome aboard ! " The Asian flight attendant smiled. " Going home to Las Vegas, Miss ?" As Catherine made her way through the aircraft to her seat in the third row, she mumbled under her breath, "Well,... Not voluntarily, but needed if I want my friends back in my life. " She smiled back as she stowed her bag in the bulkhead and crammed her five-foot-seven-inch frame into the business, first-class seat near the window, acknowledging that yes, she enjoyed spending time with her friend, especially now that her wedding is approaching. Oh, such busy moments , flowers, invitations, meals, church, dress, etc. It was all very stressful. And yet, this was an unplanned flight. Her two best friends, Jane and Chelsy, bought tickets for her to follow them to Las Vegas to celebrate her bachelorette party. She might hate this idea, but does she have a choice? Of course, she didn't have a choice; after all, the two would have disowned her. It’s just that she didn’t want them to weigh in on what her next step should be. Or what she should do with her busy schedule. Besides, she already asked for sick leave. Working as a receptionist in a hotel was too tiring and stressful, so this little vacation was needed and is now highly anticipated. Yet, this decision was hard enough, and Jason, her amazing fiance, was more than happy to let her go and let her enjoy her final days as a single person. For such a kind, wonderful man, what could go wrong? He was perfect. Her fiance was nice and considerate. She and Jason were childhood friends who grew up to be lovers and shared practically everything. They were born into a wealthy, affluent British household with plenty of freedom. After all, what good is wealth if they can't enjoy it? She has her own room, amazing devices, and phone. He had his own car and a good monthly allowance. Their parents practically never refused them anything, and they had their total trust. After all, Catherine was a decent, kind, and loyal daughter, youthful, brilliant, and sophisticated. This meant that though she was allowed to date, the boy had to be from their own community. She had her fair number of boyfriends in high school, but she had lost her purity to Jason. And he was a footballer who loved her and was a decent fucker. But all the porn and sex novels she read when she was young had raised her expectations. But losing her virtue was a disaster. She felt relieved when it ended. Jason ejaculated on her folds and then tore her hymen with his finger. It was physically and mentally difficult for both of them. It was a disaster, a nightmare. Nonetheless, he stayed with her longer, but something was missing, badly lacking. It wasn't like a romantic fucking novel. There was no warmth, desire, longing, or whatever the romantic novelists call it. It was missing, but this was her reality. This was life, not a bloody romance novel. Long before, Catherine's parents and her brother Dave lived in a nice, decent suburb back then. A delightful small playground with a garden was her joy and passion. She had worked on it since they came in, and it was stunning. Catherine had added a small rockery, playground lights hidden in the flower borders, enormous fragrant roses, juniper trees, and a garden swing. Her father with his notebooks and papers, her with a school book, her mother singing something on her headset, and her brother playing the guitar. And there was reasonably little to disturb their neighbors, who were thoughtful, considerate, and friendly. Not until one fateful night, when a burglar ransacked their home and murdered her father and mother. She and her younger brother sold their homes and relocated to a small apartment in a less affluent neighborhood. They switched schools and worked part-time to fund their education until they could attend college. When she met Jason again in her senior year of college, they had an up-and-down relationship, and now they are planning a wedding. And if someone asked how excited she was ? Well... no, she was scared as hell. Anyway, yawning and trying her best not to sleep before takeoff, she surveyed the cabin area and noticed an expensive-looking, gorgeous man in a navy power suit who’d been sizing her up from a distance ever since she arrived at the gate earlier. She's noticed him, too. It's difficult not to, with such a stunning hot damn, a model sort of a man, who looked rich and influential, with eyes so blue and powerful that they seemed to gaze at her and take her soul away. Yeah, that sort of thing. However, she was used to this kind of person. After all, her job at the hotel was an ideal place to meet his kind. Yet, she was a little insecure watching him with his suit that screamed money, not just because she was wearing a boring white shirt and skinny jeans and red rubber shoes, but because her supposed gorgeous face, a mane of long silky hair brushing against her shoulders, and a smoking-hot body were covered by stress and sleepless nights and a jacket. However, the man had been talking on his cell phone nonstop and was still on it as he stepped into the cabin. He continued down the aisle, checking his ticket for his seat assignment like some first time fliers as he walked, with a thousand-watt smile, pointing her way, oblivious to the three backpack-clad college ladies queued up behind him. Phone to his ear, one hand trying to retract the handle of his suitcase while still managing the equally roomy suitcase over his shoulder, he said, "... have to go... Yes, yes, I'll call you as soon as I land in Las Vegas. Not to worry, but make sure to take the fucking ass of yours in my jet before I burn your massion down, you dickhead. " He laughed softly , and raised his brows while shooting her another glance and lifting his suitcase with one hand into the overhead compartment. "Fuck you, Walter … " Annoyed, Catherine turned her attention to the tarmac and was watching bags being loaded into the cargo hold when, in the aisle behind her, a sudden commotion erupted. "Hey, if you all could just wait a minute, until I can—bloody hell!" He grumbled. Catherine heard the gorgeous man stumbling toward her, yelping as his pricey leather suitcase fell from his shoulder and landed on her feet. While the man's face landed on the pair of her exquisite breasts as she yelled in surprise, his elbow landed hard on the side of her head, just above her ear. And only the quick defensive movement of the handsome right arm kept Catherine's head from smashing into the wall above the aeroplane window. " Of fuck ! " But nothing could be done, however, to prevent his full weight from flopping inelegantly on her thighs, while the trio of eager college kids responsible for the incident , excused themselves and unapologetically went giggling toward the plane's end. As their gazes connected, the man lifted his head with a surprised expression on his face. Catherine's heat swept her shocked face. While the man was still holding her side of the head . She inhaled a whiff of sandalwood and—fresh ocean, maybe? "Oh, shit!" The man mumbled. However, all she knew for sure, she thought, as she heard his groan softly in disappointment and felt her own body heat in response, was that everything about this man was incredibly sexy, hard, and amazingly seductive. Too sexy, too hot, too tall, too everything. "Miss, I did not... bloody hell! Those kids …" The man muttered under his breath as he hurried forward and stood, dusting an invisible dust from his immaculate suit and retrieving his suitcase, not even looking at her red scarlet face that made her groan. Catherine snarled, trying not to imagine what it would be like to sleep with this ocean fresh-smelling bundle of masculinity, still too shocked to utter a word. With effort, the man called on every ounce of manners he had, sucked in a breath and looked straight into her wide eyes. "Are you alright? Miss? Is your head hurting? " With an embarrassed nod, Catherine realised that this was not how her day was intended to go. She was left speechless, not just because the man's face was on her breast earlier, but the fact that he never apologized, nor did he feel embarrassed or even ashamed. But completely without social skills or enough balance to stay on her mind no matter how hard she’d been shoved was beyond her. Maybe the man thought she was so naive and stupid that she couldn't even yell at him. Furthermore, it wasn’t as if the man had wanted to be here in the fucking plane. In fact, looking at him now makes Catherine feel like he hated the idea of being on public transportation.

Chapter 6 Chapter 6

" Hell no! Do I look OK? " Catherine murmured under her breath, ignoring the man while comparing him to her fiancee, who seemed ordinary in comparison to this adonis, Ryan Reynolds-sort of a man without the comedic attitude. Though, all was lost when she thought that she needed proper sleep because, for sure, her friends would never sleep a wink in Las Vegas. For once, she had a soft spot in her heart for this trip. She was trying to convince herself that this was a trip she needed before marrying Jason. But to her irritation, how could she start a wonderful rest when the guy was watching her like she was some sort of monkey with three boobs? The guy who had unintentionally fallen on—to her unwilling breast would most likely not understand how embarrassing any of this was. She noticed his faked irritated small smiles, somewhat apologetic and something resembling a tiny smirk that was almost like a bloody frown. He inhaled deeply, then pushed himself upright with his left hand on the armrest beneath the window. It was when Catherine realized how awkward it was, that she learned that she had been thinking some stupid thoughts while the man was trying to make sure that her head didn't hit the window glass. Then, promptly, she found out that it wasn't an armrest she was holding but rather the man's waist belt just above the zipper fly when he stood up in a sharp, embarrassing situation that made the man raise his brows when she didn't take her hands away from the... "Oh, hell … " she cried out and blushed. She yanked her fingers away, flustered, before they came into contact with anything else. Then the man quickly lost his balance again when an Asian mother with a Hello Kitty massive suitcase pressed them together, and the man's crotch was almost too close to her face while the Asian mother apologised and screamed at her children. Catherine's face turned rosy pink and could be compared with a massive horror shock. " Damn it! " She heard the man grumble, yet , Catherine swore the hotty's bulge just twitched at her face before the man stood again and yelled at the Asian woman, who was now giving them an apologetic smile as she mumbled to herself... " Sorry, Sorry ! " The woman just left and went to the next row as if nothing had happened. "Fuck, this is why I hate public transportation." Catherine's handsome seatmate let out frustrating vulgarities and appeared to look concerned when she just stared at him in a shocking manner. " Miss, are you okay? Did I hit you hard? " Oh yeah, hard enough that I swear I saw your crotch twitching in my fucking face, Catherine thought to herself, and felt embarrassed even more. What was she thinking? A tall, beautiful flight attendant mumbled something in the man's face. "Let me help you, sir.""No thanks, I am fine. Just leave. " He grumbled, his voice a smooth, firm, a little rude, even, and heavily British-accented rumble. ' Wow, the man was not just hot but super rude. ' Catherine thought to herself as she smiled at the attendant. She hoped he would say something else, so she could say something else on behalf of the embarrassed attendant who left their rows without a word. She wanted to speak, maybe something insulting, but she couldn't, if only to make her later awkwardness easier. And she would have done so if the sea-blue eyes she'd been peering into weren't so captivating, his scent intoxicating. Probably from the manly, expensive cologne this man was using. She liked his hair, too. So smooth, silky, thick, and... touchable... Or it showed how vast and broad-shouldered he was, enough to make her own frame feel small. And heaven knew that this circumstance didn’t happen to her every day. "Miss?" he urged again, less patiently. "Everything , OK?" She tore her gaze away from the way his expensive suit molded the sinewy contours of his chest and firm abs , and murmured the first thing that came to mind to abate the obvious sexual tension that had amassed between them. "W-well, sorry... I'm … A -alright, appreciate your help … " Wait a fucking second! Why was she apologizing and being... appreciative? Oh hell... Really? Catherine, is that all you can say to embarrass yourself any further? She thought how awkward this was as she ractified her words… "I mean, I'm OK. But be careful next time." Jesus … She wanted to die now. How awkward. She thought to herself. "... Also, thank you for your help with the children's orphanage … I -I 'm implying that... to the … I mean, in the... oh, never mind. " His dark brow creased. His lips, so firm, pink and sensual, thinned. Shoulders flexing, he studied her with breathtaking purpose, then inquired, "How’d you know about the orphanage?" A simple query, Shawn Richmond thought. One that shouldn’t have imposed any hypocrisy. It was his secret. Nobody knew about him sponsoring the orphanage. But that's precisely what his seatmate looked to be doing when she bent over to drop her own purse beneath the seat in front of her, as per preflight restrictions, by secretly pulling the mundane white shirt of hers and dusting an invisible dust on her jean-clad, shapely thighs, probably from her nervousness, and yes, he was not surprised. After all, he had it with him that made the woman nervous, if not flirtatious. "Um…you… I-I t- think I saw you there yesterday morning... I was there too … Um," she finally muttered. Oh, yeah. Yesterday, it made sense. Shawn thought, "What a small world indeed." But he never saw her there. He would surely recognize and notice this beauty. The woman mumbled as he watched her lips, "Well, small world, that and the suitcase in the overhead. You accidentally left it yesterday in the children's playroom. " She glanced at the passengers seated across the aisle. His, she knew, was the most expensive and luxurious amongst the hello kitty bags and her red ordinary suitcase. After making her point, she moved further away from him and drew the safety restraint over her lap, once again attracting his attention to a place it shouldn't be. "But I didn't see you there ? " He asked. "Well, I was in a Paw Patrol costume." Yes, it was bloody hot in that airtight costume that made her sweat all over. And, yes, she remembered the man who gave their Mother Seniora a sizable donation without even mentioning his name. He just left and forgot the suitcase, and an hour later, her so-called mini skirt secretary came and retrieved the suitcase. " So, how long have you been helping the orphanage? " She asked with a kind smile, her nervousness gone. Shawn watched as she fit the metal buckle into the clasp and drew it taut. Was there any part of her not delectable? He wondered. Any inch of her that he did not want? "Ten years," he mumbled, wondering why it was suddenly so difficult to get the words out. And why was he hard all of a sudden? Not that his earlier ordeals did not make him hard... It was well surprising. She wet her lips. Unexpectedly sounding a little hoarse, too, she asked, "And what do you do? Mr. Ten Years? ""I’m a businessman." He smirked at her words and watched at the center aisle then looked back at her with intense interest. She pursed her lips in a way that had him marveling at what it would be like to kiss her. " Which must make you a super rich person? " Not just kiss her. Make love to her. Hard and fast. He thought as he inhaled her soft, strawberry-womanly scent. "CEO, I'm a CEO," he mumbled and breathed in her fresh fragrance. She extended a hand. It was as smooth and pale as it looked, her clasp warm and firm. sweet, and delectably feminine "Well, nice to meet you, Mr. CEO ? " She raised her brows, which did not go unnoticed. He thought the woman certainly did not believe him. Yet he let her go reluctantly, the understanding he’d felt when he’d landed in her lap and her smooth, strawberry-scented breast returning in full force. "Shawn... Richmond...""Ow? Really?" She smirked as she thought that the man was lying, knowing the man was just using the CEO's name... maybe he was a businessman, but not the Shawn Richmond she was used to hearing all the time. "Nice meeting you, Catherine." It's a good thing she didn't recognize him. After all, Shawn reasoned, no one would notice him now that he had removed his beard and cut his shoulder-length hair short. Her smile widened, and she became even more attractive as the conversation progressed. She kept a close eye on him at all times. Okay, so maybe Shawn's first opinion of her hadn’t been on the spot. Even if she wasn't his thing, there have been worse ways to kill time than lounging next to a gorgeous, attractive female. Shawn pondered, a bit apprehensive but a lot intrigued, as the aircraft backed away from the gate and the flight attendants ran over the safety briefing.

Chapter 7 Chapter 7

Ten minutes later, the woman was still a little bit apprehensive about their approximate encounter earlier, and he knew that from the way her eyes averted every time he gazed at her. However, just sitting beside the woman made him think naughty thoughts. She was of sufficient height to be a reasonable match for him on the battlefield of sexual escapade. As if she was ready to take on the world with her simple, taunting smile, she walked with legs meant for high heels and curves that wouldn't stop straining against the taut texture of her simple white shirt. With her chestnut-blond hair brushed back from her shoulders and long bangs falling to frame her heart-shaped face, she resembled spun gold. Even though her features were not particularly elegant, they were invigorating and inviting, like a summer breeze against the cold of his dead and frigid heart. Her eyes glisten with humor and keen understanding, and her heart-shaped lips are delicate, rosy pink, and full. The love that went into her creation was apparent , God must have spent a little more time on her. He thought. Her ring finger on her left hand indicated that she had been taken. Shawn did not doubt anything she set her mind to that she would succeed at. The disappointment was too much for him, and he felt bad about himself for being so disgruntled unexpectedly. "So, what do you do for a living?" He inquired after the flight attendant had arrived to provide them with bowls of nuts and cookies and take their drink orders. They'll each have a cup of coffee. She, on the other hand, chose an almond from the nuts. A pecan follows that as she answers him, "I’m in the hotel industry , I work as a receptionist." Okay, he could see that. She looked like the kind who could take a highly emotional holiday clientele, probably from unstable circumstances, and swell it down to something manageable that made the holiday goers relax and feel at home. " Which hotel? ""Atlantis … ""My rival..." he mumbled with a smile as she reached into the pocket of her carry-on and plucked out a hotel souvenir gift card. " I thought I could use this after some busy days, but now I guess it's already expired. This trip of mine is unplanned and my friend's doing ." She added a lopsided smile. She paused to sip her coffee and let her words sink in, then set her glass down on the tray. " This is my first ever holiday and I am not as excited as I was supposed to be because Las Vegas is not my getaway plan. " Her outstanding serenity rankled; he couldn’t say why. "And how about you, Mr. Ten Years?" She smiled. " Well, Miss Getaway, I'm here for business , I need to settle some family issues. ""Huh! I know that look. It's a family money issue and therefore let London's problem off the hook," she said grimly, reflecting on another time. Another crisis a long time ago. She missed them so much and was just another horror whose actions she resented to this day. If only she had awakened on time and shooed the burglars away from their home. " Whether they deserve to be spared any accountability for what they’ve done or not, they are still family... right?" she added. Taken aback, Shawn Richmond squinted at her, and she thought she must be from a happy, small family who never had a problem like him. "Are you speaking personally?" he asked. Catherine thought, "Hell, yes, it has been personal!" Family is family no matter what, and she didn't have one anymore. Only her brother. Being orphaned, alone, always hungry, and then backed into a corner was always. Not that she lamented protecting her little brother; he always comes first. He’d done nothing to deserve having their names dragged through the mud. After all, it was a memory she never wanted to relive again. "I’m guessing that’s a yes," he muttered. The silence stretched between them, awkward now. "Are you always this black and white in your thinking, Mr. Ten Years?" She finally said as she proceeded to check him over. "Family is always a family, no matter what." His turn to shrug . "But not to me … " He whispered under his breath, finishing what was left of his coffee. "My life isn't always hugs and kisses, rainbows and sunshine. Sometimes we have knives and guns." He added as he set the cup down with a thud. The flight attendant appeared with a refill. "Is that why you looked so tense talking about them?" Catherine knew her curiosity was going nowhere , this man had a huge family problem, and she realized that. She asked curiously when they were alone again. However, it was all a part of it. The rest of the conversation was more personal. "Money changes people." His grandfather had passed on the opportunity. He and one of his siblings had not. "And …? " she urged. He breathed out, not above admitting that money and power were everything to him. "In my family, there isn't much space for rainbows and hugs or kisses, because there are always money problems—or gray areas." Either it's right or it's wrong. " Simple, fundamental, and important. Unlike the way he’d grown up. Catherine just stared at him. 'Unbelievable? Is this what rich people only have in mind? Money and more money? Pathetic... downright miserable. Then she asked, "... and you think what I am doing is wrong? Having to take care of my family before my own? " "I wouldn’t have put it that way , " Her delicate pale brow arched. "But you think so, don’t you?" Wishing she hadn’t put him in the hole, he repaid her with a strong, evaluating stare. "You're alone and miserable?" "Yes and no..." "Well, that’s too bad." Catherine took a deep breath that lifted her magnificent breasts. He took a moment to let the beautiful blonde’s word sink in. ***** Thirteen hours later, Catherine was now getting dressed for their Vegas sleepless getaway as Jane and Chelsea got dressed in their luxurious hotel room, courtesy of her two friends, while the hot stranger on the plane was forgotten. Earlier, upon arriving at her destination, Catherine went inside her best friend's room with irritation thrumming through her veins. " Chelsea, Jane, guess what happened to me on the way here? " " I don't care what happened to you, girl, but we need to get dressed now. We are here to enjoy and not to lament your never-ending observation of everything. Vegas s*x and the boys are waving and we are getting laid here. " Chelsea replied, the most elegant, beautiful, and glamorous of their group, a model who belongs to an affluent family in London. "And we are getting late, Cath … " Jane added, the one who was mothering them all the time. She is married to a lawyer and a mother of two. "Are you not going to even ask why?" Catherine asked her one and only friend and sat in bed watching her rampage through their closet and make-up. " Catherine, I already knew about your boring fiance. We talked for hours on the phone, remember? What is worse than that? " "I'm not talking about Jason, silly." Catherine took her comb and make-up from her red suitcase and waved it in Chelsea's face. "See this, I'm getting dressed so, listen… I met a guy and-" "Is he hot?" Jane halted and smirked. " Jane, I'm serious here. " " I'm asking if he's hot or not. If so, stop wasting our time …" "Fine, he is soooo hot and … " "Oh, really?" Chelsea took the lipstick from her purse and turned her head towards her. "Wow, you are growing, dear. Maybe that hotty can change your mind and stop this ' I'm marrying Jason no matter what thingy ' ." Catherine sighed. "Girls, how many times do I have to tell you that I -, " " Yeah, yeah! You love Jason so dearly... Whatever... " Chelsea mocked and returned to her so-called important color shading. " Okay, who is this hotty, you say?" Jane asked and took her hairbrush as she sat on the oak wooden dark colored vanity. " Well, he is a ... Well he says he is rich and he is a bloody CEO, but I don't believe him nonetheless, and yes, he is sooo fucking hot. I met him on the flight! " Catherine groaned as apparent excitement poured through her, transforming her mood spark into a sizzling warm necessity. "What?! An impostor? " The two wailed. "Now, did I get your attention?" "Oh yeah," Jane replied, with a raised brow. "Not really... I mean, he was not an importor, he just thought I didn't know the name he was using... However, he was a force to be reckoned with... a man who is obsessed with money, only money, so disappointing really. " " Disappointing? Is that what Jason is, right? " Jane mumbled " Come on, guys. Jason loves me... And he is a family man. He proposed to me, remember? See this? " pointing to her ring. "Yeah, that cheap ring." " Chelsea, it's the thought that counts. " Catherine answered back, took the hairbrush, and started combing Chelsea's very long hair. " Okay, I know that look, so what is your plan?! I'm all in... I am your friend for a reason. What's the itinerary for tonight? " "Let's fuck someone and get drunk." They all giggled. Catherine thought maybe it was not too unfair to enjoy herself before marrying. After all, Jason told her to enjoy herself and be happy. Speaking of Jason, he didn't call her or give her a text? Oh, never mind. Tonight she will celebrate, get herself drunk and maybe flirt a little, because this will probably be her last moment enjoying her single life. Two hours later, they were now inside an expensive Vegas nightclub. " Catherine, let's enjoy this night. Stop pouting around. " "I am not." In her ear, Chelsea's almost tipsy, harsher voice yelled. " Tonight is your night , get your self a man and enjoy. " Yes, she will be drinking until she can no longer walk. She thought to herself. " Chelsea, I'm trying m- my best. Let's look for some boys and sex … ha-ha! d-don 't worry about m- me. " She yelled back. Well, she must be drunk yet, she grinned, and ordered more of the cocktail, because it was her night, right? She watched the tremendous minds of her generation get destroyed by red toxic shots and green yellow alcohol mixtures served from expensive shot glasses. Sweat-beaded bodies wriggling suit-expensive-drunk people, frenzied, hypnotised by subliminal ripples of electronic arousal. How she ended up here was still a shock. How could she say yes to Chelsea when she was not even a party girl anymore? And yet here she was, intoxicated and irritated by the many sex-ego-maniac males who thought they could have her tonight. Not that she wasn't dressed for tonight either, but her tight mini dress wasn't doing her any good. The dark, cold, and sweat-alcohol-odour and luminous place was filled with wall-to-wall adults acting out their job and office resentment on unsuspecting future rich politicians or even businessmen, planting the seeds of the blackmail cheques they’ll be writing in the future years. Yes, it was a night for fun, but Catherine knew better. Deep inside, these fully dressed and coat-and-tie warriors were braindead, alone or poor, doing all their might to hook up tonight. "Then start enjoying the night, Catherine!" " I'm trying okay. Where is Jane? " "Getting herself a man." " Oh, very good. I despise her husband for denying her this sweet nectar of alcohol for, what, ten years? Jesus girl, she wasted her time... Anyway, have you ever noticed how dance music kind of sounds like listening to drunk people having sex? " Catherine remarked as she smiled and winked at the nearby waiter. She was standing beside her in the corner, where they had wedged themselves between the elite area and a standing electrical torch to best blend in with the furniture. She gets it. It’s the weekend, and that means the weekly end of the busy days of business industry bosses and office workaholics. Working as a receptionist in a five-star hotel made her wish she belonged to the group of people who had never worked a day in their lives and could still afford to party all night. And tonight was their night, one of the many nights her friend referred to as "mandatory fun." As one of the elite daughters, Chelsea was required to attend, even if that meant bringing Catherine and Jane with her, and just like the first time, her own presence was more decorative than functional. "Look out." Cassy nudges her with her elbow at the sound of shouts and whistles from the aisle. "Here comes the hotties of the century." A wall of unabashed, still in office suit maleness crashes through the front door to chants of "Here we are, ladies." Like a team of Wall Street geniuses, they trampled through the bar, all thick shoulders and broad chests. "All hail the conquering heroes!" Catherine exclaims sarcastically, while Chelsea covers her snide grin with the side of her thumb and orders more tequila. So back to your so-called vengeance. " I'll go look for Jane. Okay? You'll be good here, right? "Of course … " She replied and watched her friend go to the left side of the pub. A while later, a voice came from her side. A manly, firm voice that never left her mind and wreaked havoc on her senses. "Fancy meeting you here, Miss I love my family.""Huh?""Sweet lady, you are drunk!"" Of course I am... F-fancy meeting you here, Mr. Ten Years. But what the hell are you doing here? Trying to get some girls? " She added as he raised her brows and sipped her margarita again as her mouth curved into a smile while the hotty's corner mouth turned up and whispered something in her ears that made her blush. " I love the dress... You look amazing tonight, sweet." Damn if she was not blushing and wet.

Chapter 8 Chapter 8

Shawn thought that the blonde woman was still a little bit uncomfortable about their encounter earlier, and he realized that from the way her eyes avoided him every time he gazed at her. Yet, both couldn't ignore the pull and the sexual tension each other had. Nevertheless, just standing beside the woman made him think mischievous thoughts as her cleavage was his to ogle with, the delectable pale, smooth two-cliff trying to take over his common senses. After all, he had a little incident earlier with the same cleavage, right? And he loves every second of it. When their gazes locked, it was as if everyone else in the club faded away. There was something so intimate and so unbelievably remarkable about her lilac strawberry scent that it was like calling him. So sensual and so arousing. Just looking at this charm, even his friend down there wanted to claim her right there and then. And though he couldn't determine her seriousness with her little flirting, there was something very unique about it. Shyness! She was shy! Yet she was doing her best to act like she was used to this flirtation. It was like she had been battling herself, like she was trying to make sense of what was happening to them now. Drunk or not, they were both aware of the sexual anticipation radiating off of them. He saw her pink tongue moistening her lips as she stared at each other's eyes. "Well, maybe this is my luck, Miss Lilac...""Lilac?"" You smell like lilacs, strawberries, and roses put together... that all I ever wanted was to just eat you. " He mumbled as he watched her cheeks turn scarlet red. ' Innocent! too innocent and sweet. ' He thought it was so adorable. Her deep blue eyes were beautiful and brilliant, so raw and naive at the same time, and right now they were expressing a sweet longing that quickened his pulse. Yes, the woman was quite a chatterbox and a little bit rude earlier because she slept for almost half of the flight and totally ignored his advances. He couldn't blame her after all. She didn't even believe his name, but he still couldn't help but stare at her lips now, as her sweet pink roses were calling him to taste them. "My name is Catherine, Catherine Brown."" Well, Catherine, Miss Brown, it's lovely to meet you again. Welcome to Las Vegas, where shit happens, yes? ""Why Mr. CEO? You want that shit to happen? "" Well, I can be persuaded, but hell, what a coincidence! And you appeared to be too drunk now to even dance with me. "" Oh, of course I'm not d-drunk. A little tipsy, yes. " She added with a cute annoyance, as she had to tilt her head to look at him , because she was seated and he was towering over her. He breathed in to memorize her scent, "Well, what if I told you I wanted to spend my night being drunk with you?"" I d- don't think so. Why Mr. CEO, s-sir y- you got yourself enough cash to marry me here in Las Vegas and have a honeymoon in the hotel? ""Sky's the limit." He replied and winked at her. "W-whateverrr."" Okay then, so can I buy you a drink, Miss Brown? " Shawn offered. She lifted her full glass. "No, thank you. I’ve already got one. ""Then I’ll buy your next one."" There won’t be a next one. I don’t trust myself or you. "" Why is that? I thought I would be your drinking buddy tonight. I won't leave you with all those vultures trying to feast on that," he posted on her breast. " Possessive much? But, I’m a lightweight. S-see , and... w-well, one drink makes me tipsy, maybe three. " Her lips curved slightly as she giggled, "Maybe four drinks make me do bad things, really bad things." Damned if his shaft doesn’t twitch at that. "How bad?" Shawn growled. Although she blushed, she didn’t shy away from the question. "Very bad things, like marrying and fucking a stranger... This is where Las Vegas is famous, right? Elves Presley, c-can officiate a wedding anytime! " Shawn grinned at her, then flagged down the bartender with a quick, exaggerated motion. "Another drink for the sweet lady," he called. She laughed, and the melodic sound sent prickles of sensation through him. He was insanely enticed by her. "How lovely, you know my drink ? "" I'm guessing well, yeah? Can I tell you a secret then? " He mumbled, as he went nearer to her ear, "I own this place.""Huh! I d- don't believe you... But well... I am the Queen of England, haha! " She giggled again, and thought that she was indeed too drunk to even notice that he was serious. Why was he looking at her like he wanted to devour her? This hotty knew she was just having a good time, right? She thought, maybe this man was really rich, but so what now? She was getting married. So … no one could blame her if she got herself wasted, right? Rather than take the empty stool beside her, he remained standing. But he did edge closer, and her knee lightly brushed his hip. He swore he heard her breath hitched at the slightest contact. Shawn glanced over and spotted her friends watching them with deep interest. Yet, they ignored them again when their partner began to step on the dance floor. " Well, how about we get ourselves wasted and try the Vegas wedding , I can buy you a ring later. If this is what you call fun, then let's go... Let's get m-married ? " Shawn brought his lips close to her ear again so she could hear him. He wondered if this could bring her to his bed. Why not? After all, it was just a silly marriage and they would be able to divorce tomorrow after the honeymoon, right? This time, he saw her breath hitched. Her perky breasts rose as she sucked in air. " My colleagues gave me a twenty nine percent chance of getting your number without you slapping my face, and I do not want that. After all, it seemed like we already knew each other, right? " Her eyes dance devilishly. "Wow, and so? Does sleeping on each other's side on the flight earlier make us friends? However, I can be persuaded. A twenty-nine percent chance? Jesus, your colleagues don't have much c- confidence in y- you, huh? "" Don’t be sorry, sweet. I’ve beaten greater odds than that. But... let me tell you a secret. " His mouth brushes her earlobe as he whispers, "I don’t want your number." She jolted in shock, her gaze snapping to him. " You don’t? Seriously? ""Nope. I mean, yes, I am dead serious. ""Then what do y- you want? Mr. Richmond, CEO, sir? " She picked up her drink and took a short sip, then sighed. He thought it over for a moment. " I want to kiss you, taste your lips, and smell those sweet lilac scents. ""Are you shitting me?" She raised her brows as she beamed and gave a half-smile. "No, Miss Brown."" Oh, I don't believe you for a second there. " Then came her  surprised laugh. "Uh-huh. You’re just saying these sweet phrases because you wish I’d buy it, does it always work for the other girls? " She bit her bottom lip, which made Shawn want to just kiss her right there and then. "Well, yes it is."" So, then you can prove to your friends that you’re not a loser? ""No, " he told her. "That’s not why I want to kiss you.""Oh really, now Mr. CEO?""Really . " He licked his bottom lip too. " I want to kiss you because you’re the hottest, most gorgeous woman in this club. " He shrugged. "And anyway, it’s unmistakable you want the same thing."" Says who?" She challenged . "Says the fact that you haven’t stopped staring at my lips since I walked over here.""Oh, really now?" She narrowed her eyes and smiled. "See, here’s the thing." Shawn lightly dragged his fingertips along her slender arm. He was not touching bare skin, yet she visibly quavered. " My friends think you’re Little Miss Innocent. They cautioned me that you’d be frightened by someone like me. Someone tough and big, but you know what I think, Catherine? ""What?" She mumbled with the same intensity as he did. "I think you like it tough and big and as hard as me." Once again, he leaned in closer. Shawn couldn't help but flick the tip of his tongue over her ear. There was another sharp intake of breath, and he felt a tug of achievement. "I don't think you're innocent, and I don't think you're a good girl," he continued, "and I think right now you want nothing more than to kiss me harder, rake your nails down my back, and let me fuck you right here in front of everyone." Damn if she didn't get wet. She moaned out loud. ' Dammit ' Shawn thought, as his hardened shaft twitched and as he sniffed her adoring lilac scent. The arrogant grin was just unfolding across his face when she grabbed the back of his head and yanked him down for a hard kiss. "You’re right, Mr. CEO, or Shawn W-whatever..." she murmured against his lips as he tasted her heavenly soft lips. " I’m not a good girl at all. I want more than anything to have you right here with me, drunk or not. "Good, let's go then. Elves Presly is waiting and we shall be married soon and have the honeymoon of our lives... deal?" "Deal!" Shawn's shaft was hard before her tongue even entered her mouth. And when it did, sliding through his parted lips, it was his turn to moan. She tasted like wine and sex, and he kissed her back hungrily, all the while conscious of the loud catcalls enveloping them. He was sure some of those shouts were coming from his colleagues, but he was too busy to wallow in their awe. As his tongue slicks over hers, Shawn gently thrust one leg between her soft thighs. Letting her feel how hard he was. “... You're… damn! Hard as a rock,” she mumbled. She halted the kiss, her eyes gleaming with pure passion and lust. “Let’s get out of here and finish this somewhere private?”

Chapter 9 Chapter 9

Warning SPG Rated 18+ Drunk or not, Catherine knew she was being unreasonable and crazy enough to say "marry me now," especially here in Las Vegas. She knew she wasn't thinking clearly when she said "yes" to the hotty. What could go wrong? She once read that Vegas was a popular wedding spot, and for very good reasons: iconic chapels, speedy marriage licenses, and out-of-this-world venues. Whether your heart was set on a minimum of ten people or less, a micro wedding, or like now, they were planning a stupid one-time game of elopement, there was a Vegas ceremony with their name on it. So, maybe she was not dressed modestly for the evening or this game. Not that Catherine had any choice. After all, she only dresses modestly at work. Now, her usual mini dress, high heels, and a purse- the whole fuck me now-look was the only thing she had. When someone has a D-chest, anything but a turtleneck gives her cleavage. Subtle was her only confidence for work decency. On an impulse, she wore a mini dress and her red, push-up lace bra and no underwear. Instead of mousy tights, black thigh-highs were clipped up and held in place by a matching garter belt. Worst case scenario, saucy underthings give her the confidence she needs to get through the night, right? Right. Holding hands, Mr. CEO, slash Shawn Hotty-Whatever his real surname, hailed a taxi and sped through the city. It pulled up to the entrance of the Love Story Wedding Chapel. He paid the driver, held her hand, and both, under the influence of alcohol, giggling and kissing as they saw him, the man in Elvis Presley's custom, on the sidewalk by the door, already waiting for them. Slowly, deliberately, she stepped out of the taxi after Shawn and let her skirt slide up a little bit so that the lace top of the stocking peeked out a little bit. She looked up, and Shawn's eyes were dark, locked on my legs, with something hungry in them. Butterflies of uncertainty, passion, and longing danced through her stomach. It had been so long since she felt this way. How intimidating, how unbelievably overpowering. Ten minutes later, it happened so fast. Still too drunk to even walk properly in the chapel aisle, she made her bride walk while giggling, tipsy, and lost in the warm, lustful needs radiating from Shawn's eyes. She walked up and awkwardly waved hello to the witnesses, who she didn't even remember talking to, and in response, they smiled warmly. Shawn took her by the hand and led her into Elvis Presley's smiling face with Britney Spears, "Oops I did it again," in the background. The music was loud, and witnesses were talking, all drunk, screaming, and cheering even louder. They were a couple of happy boozers, on the influence of alcohol, and on that feeling of being adventurous and being stupid. "So, Miss Brown, are you all set? Sure about this?""Absolutely, fucking yes." She grumbled and chuckled. "I usually like it when I don't have to be concerned about things like that, and everybody's delighted with the outcome.""Ah, a people-pleaser who likes to, I bet you'd look gorgeous with a collar around your throat, yes?""B-bloody no... or y-yes! B-but no, darling." And they all giggled again. Catherine knew when her higher brain was disabled, there was a degree of being drunk that made confidence go up a notch, and this could happen through alcohol intoxication, fear, or being wasted after the heavenly notions followed later. It could also happen from positive emotions, from love and feeling safe with this hottie on her side, and yes, she picked her addictions wisely. addicted to Shawn's gaze and smiles. She flushed red across her cheeks. She glowed, almost defiantly. The game was on. "It's been a very long time since I've done anything like that. Plus, I have to say I am relatively picky about husbands. I find that not everybody can inspire. Ah, how do I put this? Obedience, I guess, in me?""I get a feeling from you that you're stuck in your head, in your fantasies and books. I bet if your husband knew how to get in there and make room for subordination, for their commands and needs, you'd turn into an eager, generous little girl, wouldn't you?" Shawn's gestured to Elvis Presley to start officiating the wedding, punctuating the last few phrases of his sentence by kissing her again while Elvis did his thing. Lost in his words, Catherine felt herself getting heated, excited, moist and swollen all at once. Her folds ached, and she had only known this man for a few hours. 'Goodness me, I didn't feel this sort of excitement with my fiance,  Jason. She never did.' She thought to herself. A little overcome, she could barely speak when asked by Elvis, so she just nodded, and whispered: "I do!" With a smile and a heated look on her face, she kissed him again, not minding that they had been kissing the whole time. "You need someone to give you a reason to be a very good girl, don't you? Sweet?" She nodded again and whispered, "Yes.""Yes, what?""Yes, sir, husband sir," she grumbled under her breath, swallowing hard, with a little more conviction in her voice then giggling again. "Tell me what you want, Catherine." Another warm stream between her legs. She began to evade him, shyly. "Well. I'm not sure. How do I put this?""Go on. Tell me.""I want to be subjugated. I want to be acknowledged. I want to be owned by you." Her eyes were wide, almost shocked at what she said. She was flushed pink from the humiliation of being made to say the horrible things she had always wanted to say aloud. Always thought, never spoken. Oh, how she wanted those things. Every word is true. Her skin itches for the bites of his lips. She lusted after a nipple bite. She touched herself at night, thinking about being bound and stuffed in a hard, huge trunk. Even now, she thought Shawn knew just how badly she wanted it, how she wanted him. He smiled, wolflike, and murmured, "Good girl." He turned his head to Elvis and said, "Whatever your question is, Elvis,... it's "I do." Then he kissed her harder this time as he began to carry her, bridal style, out of the chapel to the awaiting limousine. Whenever he had time to call his ride, she didn't care. All that mattered now was this man. Her new husband She hardly noticed the limousine ride to the hotel, as he had been kissing her the whole time, and she was shy as a beggar, and he hadn't even touched her yet. Yet her tiny thread of self-control was slipping away quicker and quicker. Another ride through the city, but this time his hand was firmly gripping her hair, whispering instructions in her ear, a secret just for her to hear. "You are mine for tonight, Mrs. Richmond. You will do exactly as I say. You will be a good wife, and you will be rewarded for your obedience. Before you enter my hotel suite, you are to take your clothes off. Don't worry, the whole floor is mine as you are mine." Catherine nodded just to feel the pull of her head against his hand. She could feel her wetness seeping through her dress when she stood on shaky legs getting out of the fancy ride. He grabbed her by the arm and led her inside, up to the 37th floor. At the end of a long hallway, they rode a lift, then out after a minute, then he stopped at the grand, large hallway and went to the door and unlocked it. He stepped inside, leaned against the frame, and looked at Catherine with a cocked eyebrow, rather expectantly… Fiercely, her eyes met his and did not stray as she shrugged off her mini dress button by button. She undid her clothing, exposing the red lace and her full breasts, and handed them to him. The click of a lock a few doors down made her pulse race. "Keep going, wifey. It's just the lift; no one would dare come here on this floor." So stern. So bloody hot and sexy. She thought to herself. Slowly the dress fluttered to the carpeted floor. His eyes widened at her naked folds, neatly trimmed just that day. It was Jane's idea, just in case she changed her mind and wanted to fuck someone else... And she had never been this thankful. Another lock clicked. She took a step forward, in her bra and stockings, making an action to enter. He held his hand out in pause. "Oh, dear... Not yet. I said, take it all off. You can keep the stockings and garter belt. They please me and it looks good with you wearing it." With an intoxicated mind, she fumbled with the bra clasp, and smiled, unhooking it and pulling it away from her heavy breasts, watching Shawn at the same time. Smirking and teasing. She dropped it on the floor and stepped into the massive room. He brought in the rest of her clothes, closing the door behind him. "A little quick, yes... though you're entirely willing nonetheless, aren't you?" "Y-yes, Mr. H-husband." She smiled and an unusual bit of pride welled up in her chest, but she knew this was a mistake, but another part of her overlooked it. This was her day, and she was here to savor it. "Mrs. Richmond, bend over the couch." Already, her head was crammed with peace. No longer concerned with skepticism or mundane undertakings, he was replenishing her with peace, through commands and her own pliant, willing response. A reaction, which, in this case, was to bend forward over a plush couch and hold her back high in the air. She gave it a little wiggle to a reasonable extent. "Tell me again what you want." She could barely recall what she had said earlier. "I want you..." Shawn walked up behind her and ran his fingertips over the arch of her back. She shivered, and her voice got huskier, quieter. Maybe she was just too drunk to even think straight, and perhaps she would forget this tomorrow, right? "Please, I want -" He spanked her once, hard. She bit her lip to keep from screaming in the last tiny strands of need she had to maintain restraint. "I want to be claimed and,-" Another spank. Her voice is quieter and calmer. "Have me, I want to be owned by you." He touched her already soaked slit, sliding a finger between the lips. "Judging by how wet you are, wife, I think there's more that you want." She muttered shyly. "Damn it! I want to be taken harder and faster." He whacked her other butt cheek twice in sharp succession. Catherine gasped out the shivering phrases, balancing on her now twitching legs. "And be sated. And fucked. I want you to fuck me hard." The last few passages tumbled out in a broken surge. "I think you want more than that, but that will do, my wife." She could hear him slide his belt out of his trousers, and he slapped it once on his hands. She lunged, and he laughed, lightly trailing his hand down her back. His hands trailed over the welts and bruises, the tender flesh so sensitive to the light touch. "Please…" Whatever she was asking, it didn't matter as she turned her back on the couch and heard Shawn's silent gasp, watching her moist folds on the view for him to taste. "Please, what,... wifey? She cried out again and bit her lips, the spectacle flooding her already slashed awareness. "Please." She mumbled, alcohol flooding her mind, giving her enough confidence as she reached for his hand, and clumsily plopped it on her breast. Shawn gazed at her eyes. Her silky hair was being flown by the wind, and it made her look like a goddess. The silhouette of her hair against the moonlight in the open glass window made her magical in his eyes. He halted for a fraction of a second just to admire the beauty in front of him. He could almost hear her whispering something. However to say that Catherine was a bit self-conscious now would be an understatement. She just stared at his eyes, mouth slightly open, speechless. "What did you say earlier, wife?" Shawn asked gently as he leaned in to touch his forehead to her while his hand kneaded her breasts. "I... I want you..." She muttered, her gaze fixed on him as she bit her lips and quickly closed her eyes, almost sensing the warmth of his breath. "That's not what I heard, sweetheart." Shawn just smiled. "Are you sure you're not letting your emotions cloud your judgment?" He inquired as he gently took her hands and brought them to his neck. He then picked her up and laid her on the soft bed. Skeptically, she removed her hands from his neck and cupped his cheeks with her hands. "All I ever wanted was you, Shawn." And then, slowly, she brought her lips to his in a tender, hesitant kiss that bared her heart to him. Lost in the passion, her emotions were on the edge of her cobalt eyes, swirling in warmth and eager for more. Shawn didn't take over the kiss, but he kept it slow as his hands wandered over her body. She realize how cold the room was, but with the intense warmth radiating from both of them, she doesn't mind it as slowly as he begins to remove her stocking, staring at her eyes while doing it, as his emotions swirl all over the rims of his predatory gaze, an excitement that was both raw and affectionate. He slowly kissed her, and she felt the nipple bud under his touch and clenched her thighs together while a heated pool sat between her legs. For the first time, she didn't feel self-conscious and rather felt relaxed as each second passed. Shawn broke the kiss and gazed at her eyes, "Tonight is all about you." Then he trailed wet kisses down her neck, her collar bone, and finally took one budded nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. A moan left her lips as her back arched off the bed. Her mind went blank for an instant as her clothes were removed from her body one by one. But Shawn never stops; he keeps on torturing her with his wicked tongue as she withers. The cold had been forgotten as she felt completely out of control. She never felt like it in her entire life. Was it because he was different? How did he know exactly what to do to drive her completely insane with pleasure? "Shawn, please! I can't take it anymore!" She moaned as his tongue swirled around her navel. "Hmph! Almost there, wife! " Shawn stood up and yanked his underwear off, staring her down. Finally, he got on her legs suitably and parted her thighs, tracing her folds with his fingers. "...So wet and ready for me. Excellent!" He whispered and lowered his head to her core. She cried out when he tasted and licked her. Her peak rocked through her with a force unknown to her as soon as he licked her clit all over again. When her mind went completely blank for several minutes as Shawn licked and tasted her, when she returned from her peak, he was there, waiting for her passionately. She thought she couldn't get wet again so soon after she reached her peak. Her mind was still filled with clouds, but as soon as she saw the raw hunger in his eyes, she was ready for him. "I want you now!" She pleaded. Her voice sounds inaudible. Shawn didn't make her wait. He settled between her thighs as she wrapped her legs around his hips and then brought his head down to kiss her lips as he buried himself into her moist heat with one solid thrust. For an instant, she felt a sharp pain at the intrusion as she adjusted to his size. He was so huge that it hurt… "please…slowly." She added as she bit her shoulder, but it subsided just as quickly as it had occurred. "Mmmm!", she moaned. Shifting into his touch, the warmth of his naked body pressed against her felt like pure heaven. He thrust harder, making her scream. Moving in and out of her with the fury of a wild beast. She's never experienced it before. Her back arched off the bed, her eyes rolling back in her head as he drove in and out of her folds faster than she could keep up. So she simply let go of herself and let him do as he wished with her body as she held onto him tightly, her head buried in the crook of his neck as he pounded into her. She could hear his panting, the noise of his teeth gritting together as he tried to keep himself under control. There was no room left for thoughts as Shawn thrust in and out with a steady rhythm. Their bodies finally joined together in a marvelous union. He kissed her neck as she unexpectedly felt the typical euphoria as if it was everything she ever needed. She is coming again. Her earth-shattering climax came to a point as she felt sated and passionately satisfied after they both turned to gaze at each other. It was a feeling of fervor and passion that was more than whatever the romance book had claimed. And at that moment, she knew she was falling to the point of no return, too deep to even crawl back to reality, and at that instant, she didn't want to stop herself, even as she knew that her affection was meaningless to him. However, Shawn was not done with her yet. He wanted to savor this moment because tomorrow when the alcohol was gone from their system, he knew he needed to do something about their marriage, but for now, without warning, he turned her on her knees as she moaned, and he shoved his hardened shaft again inside her, as she groaned deeply. In this position, Catherine realized that he was so big, bigger than she was used to. Bigger than earlier and she felt more than satisfied. He filled every last inch of her, appeasing that deep ache she had had between her legs since the night began. Catherine heard him mutter "O-oh f-fuck, you are amazing, wife," as he began to thrust into her slowly, giving her body time to accommodate his generous girth again. "Hell... woman!" He slipped easily in and out of her, her wetness slick down her thighs, increasing his pace at her incoherent urging and his obvious need. He saw that she reached between her legs and flicked her clit back and forth, getting closer and closer to orgasm again as he pounded into her from behind, aggressively, deep thrusts, and bounced her breasts back and forth. He grabbed her hair roughly, arching her back towards him, saying, "You are mine.""Come, come for me. Be a good wife and come for me again." In her intoxicated heaven, all she could do was groan and bite her lips. She attempted to keep his stride with her hips, squeezing back against him at the deepest point of his hard strokes inside her but lost out to his feverish rhythm and her fingers on her clit. She tightened around him unexpectedly, crying out, lost to surges of pleasure, jerking her hips uncontrollably as they reached their peak. Slowly, after heavy breathing, he lay down on the bed, where he enveloped her in his arms, more tenderly than she honestly would have anticipated. He kissed her on the forehead and said, "Sleep well, wifey."