The Boss (Chateau 3)

“Slow.” I gripped her hips and controlled my thrusts, taking it down to a fraction of what it’d been before, our bodies slowly gliding past each other. My arm circled her lower back, and I pulled her into me, making her arch her back farther, stick out her ass. My other hand covered both of her ass cheeks, gripping them together in a single grasp because she was the size of a twig compared to me.

Her arms hooked around my shoulders, and she brought herself closer, our faces just centimeters apart, her hips giving long and exaggerated rocks to take my dick at this pronounced angle.

I rested the back of my head against the bed as I looked into those soft eyes, saw the moisture glimmer on her eyelids, saw a woman so satisfied but still so desperate. This was how I wanted to come, nice and slow, looking into her gorgeous features as I filled her with a final load. I breathed a little harder, a little deeper, and clenched my jaw as I felt the momentum approach.

She started to moan when she felt it coming, when she felt my dick harden just a little bit more because it released.

I pulled her down as far as she could go while I gave it to her.

She moaned louder, like my come inside her made her want to come too. She loved taking my loads, loved feeling me inside her, loved feeling it drip between her thighs.

“You like that, chérie?” I asked with a grunt.

Her arms circled my neck harder, and she released a quiet moan. “Yes.”

I finished with a moan and continued to stare at her. My dick slowly softened, but I didn’t move her off me. I didn’t wait for her to move because I didn’t want her to leave. I wanted to stay this way…just like this.

She stayed in place, her pussy not wanting to release the best dick she’d ever had.

I was a man of my word—and I proved that a million times over.

She dropped her gaze and ran her hand down my chest. When the heat passed, the glaze over her eyes faded away, and reality slowly came back to her like a slow fog rolling in over the mountains and into the valley. Her eyes watched her hand, watched it press against the solid wall that guarded my heart.

“I leave in two days.”

Her chin lifted again, her eyes looking into mine with a kaleidoscope of emotions. Surprise, fear, disappointment…all of it. Whether she would admit it to herself or not, she was attached to me. A woman didn’t fuck like that unless she was.

“Come with me.” Her answer had always been no. This time, it would be yes. Without me here, her fireplace would still be lit every afternoon. Her dinner would still be the best in the camp. The men still wouldn’t look at her. But she wouldn’t have me. She wouldn’t have this. And this was just the beginning.

Her hand slowly dragged down my chest, and her eyes fell to my chin. A stretch of time passed, a silence that amplified the sound of the fire. Then her beautiful, light voice spoke. “I can’t…” She got off me and reached for her clothes.

I remained on the floor, staring at the place where her face had been just a second before. My jaw clenched in irritation. The muscles of my arms twitched. A silent outburst took place inside my chest, a roar that never left my throat. There was nothing that money and violence couldn’t buy for me.

Except Melanie.

I left the bed and pulled on my clothes without looking at her.

She sat at the edge of the bed, uncertain like she was the first time I’d come to her cabin. Like we hadn’t just spent the night together in a passion that made the fire in the hearth look tame. I stood in front of her, in my boots and jacket, ready to depart. “Chérie.” A strong temptation to force her overcame me, but I beat it back. I thought our passion would be enough to sway her decision, to leave her sister behind and be the woman in my bed every night. If that wasn’t enough, what would be? “There’s nothing you can do for her.”

She turned her gaze to the fire. “It’s not about what I can do for her. I just can’t imagine not seeing her face every day, even if it’s from across the clearing, even if it’s in the snow. If you had a sister or a brother, you would understand.”

My eyes drilled into her face, watching her watch the fire, her cheeks still flushed because of what we’d done for the last few hours. Her blue eyes had this unique brightness whenever she looked at the fire. It was never replicated in the clearing when the sun was shining, when I stared at her from the window of my cabin. For a brief moment, my anger was quieted. But then a horrible memory came to me, a winter night with rain on the streets, the echo of a gunshot from a silenced pistol. Beds turned into graves. Home turned into a homicide scene. There was only one soul I could save—and it nearly cost me my own.