Page 66 of His to Keep
She half crawled, half heaved her body towards the adjoining bathroom, reaching the toilet just in time. A jet of yellow liquid sprayed the clean white bowl.
She begged to inhale deeply into her tight chest. It felt like a sharp set of claws had latched onto her lungs and were squeezing her to a slow death.
Fear pulled her under the surface of a thick black pool.What the hell was happening? Was she having a heart attack? Was she going to die?Her limbs were weak and her mind on high alert, fearing her lungs would refuse to work.
She gripped the toilet seat until her knuckles whitened. A steady breath slowly passed through her nostrils and finally a controlled inhalation gusted past her lips until each deliberate breath satisfied her lungs.
Climbing up the wash basin, she hunched over the sink. Her legs were shaky, and her face was ghostly pale. It took the last ounce of effort to peel off her dress and scramble into the shower cubicle. The water blasted from above and drenched her sweat laden skin.
She pressed her palms to the steamy glass and lowered her head, savouring in the freedom of breathing. She was angry that Carl had the power to terrorise her even though he was in prison. That ordeal was in the past now, and that’s where he belonged.
She rounded her shoulders and directed her head under the powerful jets. The water pelted her skull with a satisfying pressure.
Her weary muscles relaxed and her crazed thoughts calmed. She gulped back her fear and let her imagination flow. In her thoughts Emilio’s solid arms tugged her close, his full pink lips trailed kisses along her neck, his hard cock nudged his zipper.
The thought of his presence wasn’t comforting. It didn’t soothe or settle her. She didn’t need a hero anyway. She just had to move on from Marcus, however difficult that may be.
Lana squeezed her eyes shut and considered the options with Emilio. While her soapy hands slid from her navel to her breasts, her mind wandered.
With a pinch, she rolled a nipple between her finger and thumb, invoking a soft groan. She quickly hunted the pressure building between her thighs and invited his face into her fantasy. Not Emilio’s, but Marcus’s.
The naughty sensation of her swirling fingers was heightened by her lustful imagination. Under the warm jets, she happily indulged in the memory of his sinful mouth and pretended her hands were his.
Marcus continued to haunt her daydreams and now he was blocking her alone time and storming her fantasy of being with another man.
Every heart beat trebled in speed as her excitement intensified. The very thought of Marcus and his divinely chiselled body brought her to a quick and powerful climax.
He was trouble.
He was playing a game.
He had his chance and blew it.
Emilio’s thoughtfulness squeezed her heart. He gifted her a red dress to bring out her inner fire, and that’s exactly what it would do.
She chose to wear the dress because she loved it, not because she wanted to please Emilio. The truth was, she still craved a response from Marcus that echoed her need for him.
The coconut moisturiser gave her skin a subtle sheen and its delicate tropical aroma reminded her of the balmy summer nights back home. Standing in front of the mirrored closet doors, she held her breath as the fabric poured over her figure like a layer of strawberry syrup.
She secured the golden clasp at her nape and fixed her full breasts into the discreet stitched in cups.
The exquisite halter dress fitted her shape like a second skin. Fine stitching and soft material suggested expense and luxury, probably costing more than six months’ rent. She was impressed by Emilio’s perceptive and stylish eye.
A stuttered breath filled her thankful lungs and devilish plans to flaunt herself in front of Marcus flooded her mind. Thick golden hair cascaded down her back in a mass of tumbling waves. She was primped to perfection with matching scarlet lips and thick black lashes.
Tonight, she would give Emilio a chance. He might be the perfect remedy to help her forget Carl Reed and Marcus McGrath.
She sauntered away from her sexy reflection with a confident swing to her step and a knowing smile on her curved lips.
Lana was ready for her date with Emilio Falcone.
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Alberto clapped his hands with authority, demanding more effort from his staff.
On the extensive balcony there was a wide rectangular table covered in fresh pressed linen, scattered with twinkling tea lights and silver candelabras.
Freshly clipped Bluebells and fragrant Jasmines nestled amongst the dancing flames and tied the overall style together with simple elegance. Dotted around the enchanting terrace, were large glass cylinders housing tall candles that oozed an aroma of zingy lemons.
