CHAPTER 40
Genevieve’s POV
I couldn’t think.
My body had taken over. It seemed to have a mind of
f its o
Own.
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“I love it when you’re this wet, baby,” he gruffly said as he pushed himself inside me again, diving deeper this time.
I gasped, feeling his big, hard cock expanding within me, rubbing against my walls. “Ohhh.. That feels sooo good,” I whispered
breathlessly. “Faster, please.”
He rode me harder and faster.
Wilder.
“I’m the one you need, Genevieve,” he said in between his raspy breaths. “I’m the one you should desire. Damien doesn’t deserve
your attention.”
My eyes widened. I wanted to respond, but then, he rammed into me, making me scream a little bit, both in surprise and pleasure and pain, all wrapped into one. Again, my mind went blank.
He didn’t let up until he’d reached his climax right after mine.
And afterwards, we lay there spent. I was sprawled on the bed, naked in his arms, catching my breath.
“So, are you still living alone in that apartment of yours?” he suddenly asked. “No plans of moving into your parents‘ grand
estate yet?”
“No,” I answered flatly, staring up at the ceiling. “Why would I?”
“You don’t visit them much, do you?”
I let
I gave a slight shrug. “Only when they summon me… Birthdays. Dinners. The usual parade of appearances “ut a dry breath. “I don’t really give a fuck. They’re just ATMs to me, walking bank accounts I can withdraw from anytime.”
“Interesting,” he uttered, a questioning but amused look on his face.
Then his tone shifted–low and calculating. “Maybe it’s time you used those ATMs for more than cash.”
I frowned, glancing at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Get them involved. Your precious parents,” he said, eyes gleaming. “Let them lean on Damien. Pressure his family to shut the investigation down. One word from the Lancasters, and this all disappears.”
I stiffened. “Absolutely not.”
His brow arched. “Why not?”
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I sat up slowly, heart pounding in my chest. “Because it’s too risky. You know I’m not really their daughter.”
I’d faked it. Every test, every story. All those years ago, I had slipped in with forged results and stolen truths–blood that didn’t belong to me. Blood that belonged to her.
Celeste.
She was the real heir. The real Lancaster girl. And if anyone dug too deep… if the wrong match ever surfaced….
I couldn’t let them be in the same room. Not for too long.
“Relax,” he said, waving a hand like I was being ridiculous “Your family doesn’t know your birthmark is fake. They believe you. They love you, What could go wrong?”
I shook my head. “You don’t understand. It’s dangerous and I can’t risk the family finding out-”
“Ah!” I suddenly let out a sharp cry as the man’s hand began kneading my chest.
His tone, in stark contrast to the force of his grip, was disturbingly casual–casual as he spoke the words I feared the most. “Damien didn’t find the real actress in the video about Celeste’s affair, was you–You licked me like a slut, designed the line to frame her. That birthmark really did you a lot of favors, didn’t it?”
His chuckle was low and dark. “Whether it’s fooling Damien, or your family–it worked every time. Don’t be a coward now.”
He leaned in, voice like poison–laced honey. “This is your chance to stomp her into the ground for good. Use what you have. Don’t waste it. I’m right beside you, baby.”
The words sank in deep.
He studied me, head tilted, reading every flicker of my hesitation like he could taste it.
“You two came from the same gutter,” he murmured, leaning back just enough to watch my reaction. “Both unwanted. Both alone. So why the hell should she get the glass slippers and royal bloodline while you’re stuck scrambling for scraps?”
His voice slithered into my ears like smoke.
He leaned in again, closer this time.
“Don’t you want to marry him?” he whispered, “and crush Celeste under your feet?”
The room went silent.
He smirked. “You’ve done all the work. He’s already on the edge. All he needs is a little… push.”
My eyes widened, I couldn’t resist the pull of the words.
But then, he stared into my eyes. His eyes narrowed just before he slapped me on the butt. Hard.
“Aaahhh!” I yelled in surprise.
He climbed on top of me. “Are you so fucking eager to get married to him?” he snapped in a dangerous voice.
I blinked, I didn’t know what’s wrong with him. But based on my experience with him, I knew how to soothe him
I raised my hips, wrapping my legs around his ass, willing him to sink back into me. That’s the best way to please him.
“You make me so damn horny,” I whispered in his ear. “Fuck me again, baby.”
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I arched my back, positioning my entrance with the edge of his cock. Teasing him with my body, inviting him to play again.
But to my astonishment, he pushed me back. “Not yet,” he answered.
He bent down, his tongue meeting mine in an explosive, torrid kiss. I yanked his hand toward my pussy, and he didn’t hesitate to enter. And as his fingers shoved in and out, his mouth left mine to lick the rest of my body.
“This… body…” he began to say in between the kisses.” is mine.”
A gasp came out of my lips when he finally reached my dripping entrance. He didn’t waste any time, abruptly lifting my butt with his hands and kissing the outer lips of my pussy.
My body was on fire. I was nearing my peak again, exploding with so much pleasure.
But right before I could reach my orgasm, he stopped and
raised his head, looking straight into my eyes. “You know I’ll help you all the way, Genevieve,” he reminded me roughly. “But don’t you dare forget what you had promised me.”
Eyes wide, I nodded vigorously. “Of course, I-”
I wasn’t able to finish the sentence anymore as his tongue thrust into my pussy and completed my climax. My body shook hard. Every limb trembled. The intense pleasure engulfed me.
“You promised me,” he repeated in a murmur as he placed me on top of him this time, his eyes roaming my body with immense
Just
Just then, he pushed my head downwards. I placed his rock–hard cock in my mouth and began pleasuring him fiercely.
I intended to give him the best orgasm of his life tonight.
“I’ll make you come like you’ve never done before, Nik