Page 66 of Dirty Money
Hidden Riches – Dirty Money Part 7
The sound of her own heart pounding was deafening. Aulora was being led down the hallway of her new home.
“Which one is yours?” Weston asked her as he held her hand tightly in his.
“Why?” her voice trembled.
“Because I need to remind you of what you promised me.”
She didn’t want to be alone, behind closed doors with him. She knew all too well how he could bend her will with his touch. “Weston, this is a bad idea. Let’s go into one of the living areas.”
“No,” he said with a snip to his tone. “Now, which one is it?”
“The third door on the left,” she whimpered.
He pushed it open and took her inside of her new bedroom, closing the door behind them and pinning her between it and his body. “Aulora, you and I are meant to be together. You and I share something I’ve never shared with anyone else. You may be stubborn but I am even more so than you are. I’m not about to take no for an answer.”
She gulped when he pulled her arms up over her head and took her wrists into one of his hands, holding them down. She was panting with desire, a thing she didn’t want to be doing but her body wanted the man.
“Please, Weston,” she murmured.
“Please, what?” he asked then bit her lower lip, gently.
She went wet instantly. “Please.”
“Tell me that you love me, Aulora,” came his husky whisper from just behind her ear.
“No,” she said with a moan as he ground his hard cock into her soft sex.
His teeth grazed along her neck then he clamped down, making her yelp. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he continued to grind his body against hers. He clamped down hard on her shoulder. “Tell me!”
Her mind was losing the battle between it and her body. Her lips parted, she licked them then whispered, “I love you.”
That’s all he needed and he rewarded her with a hot kiss that left her breathless. In a frenzy of rips and tears, she found he’d stripped her down to nothing and was carrying her to the bed.
Somehow, he’d managed to get his clothes off too. He never let enough space get between them for her to have a chance in hell at slipping away from him, not that she wanted to.
He forced her legs apart and settled his body between them, thrusting into her with a passion she found exhilarating. “West!”
His mouth on hers, shut her up as he took her like he owned her. Each hard thrust let her know she was his and his alone. There would never be any running.
Never again would he allow that!
When her body began to shake, he pulled his mouth off hers and watched her climax. “You are mine, Aulora.”
Her nails gouged into the flesh of his back as she gritted her teeth. “Yes! Yes!” Her legs wrapped around him, holding him to her as she arched up and gyrated as her body gave into his.
His cock wasn’t about to give up yet and he began to move again, stroking her until she was screaming his name and begging him for more. He found her need for him entrancing and gave her what she wanted three more times before he let himself go.
He fell on top of her, spent and satiated. They were a puddle in the middle of her huge new bed. Her hands trailed softly over his back and her warm lips pressed against his neck.
“I love you, West.”
“And I love you, Aulora,” the words felt right, coming out of his mouth. He felt all was right again. Then he closed his eyes, falling asleep on top of her as her breathing went into a steady rhythm, telling him she too was fast asleep.
Her eyes fluttered open and she found it hadn’t been a dream at all. Weston was holding her tight in his arms, even though his light snores let her know he was fast asleep. A smile ran over her face as she eased out of his arms and made her way to the bathroom that was attached to her bedroom.
Her father’s driver would soon be there to pick her up for her visit. She found a certain amount of enthusiasm had formed in her about meeting her stepmother. She washed her face and smiled at her reflection.
