The CEOs pregnante maid

No pleasure

- Wharton. - I mean.

- In Philadelphia. - He adds. - The home of the filthy rich

I shrug, a smile curving across my lips

- I studied there," he adds. - Finance.

- Yeah, I know. - I say excitedly, replacing my drink with Alice's water. If that was going to happen, I'd like to be sober.

"I know almost everything about you," I thought.

- Do I? - The hint of a smile crossed my face

Holy s**t, don't tell me I said that out loud? My heart was pounding against my ribs.

Luck took the lead and guided me up a private staircase. We followed a long corridor until we reached a huge hall, where we walked some more in an awkward silence. It seemed like forever until we arrived, but it was probably less than two minutes. It was some time before we reached a corridor with lots of bookshelves and family photos. He guided me so quickly that I could barely make out the details. Until he took a key out of his pocket and opened two large double doors. First, he entered and then gestured for me to follow. It was a huge room, with a four-poster bed, a bar and some armchairs.

- More drinks? - He offered, walking towards a small bar in the luxurious room. He turned on the small stereo, which was playing Miss you love by Silverchair. I don't know why, but the calm beat of the music relaxed me a little.

I thought about denying it because I'd already drunk way more than I could handle. I wanted to- I'm sorry. - I swallow some of my humiliation, my voice soaked with raw shame. - I'm not used to drinking. I show him the bottle of water.

- Really," he lowers his head to speak in my ear. - It's the first time I've seen you drinking at one of my parties.

Does that mean he noticed me before?

This can't really be happening.

Ignoring the treacherous burn on my cheeks, I try to say something bold. - Actually, I want to enjoy the moment. - I gave him the sexiest look I could find. Jesus Mary Joseph! Where did that come from?

- Hum... a girl who likes to enjoy the moment. And what would you like to enjoy tonight, Nicole? - He slid his hands gently down my bare, crossed legs.

My whole body shivered. His hand was warm on my cold skin. He looked straight into my eyes as he slid his hand along the edge of my dress.

- So, Nicole, do you want to get out of here? Go somewhere more private? What do you say?

I was too tired of always being the model girl to deny it. For once in my life I wanted to be reckless, to do what I wanted without thinking about the consequences. I wanted to kiss him, to leave with him.

- You're not one to talk much, are you? - he whispered, as he moved closer to my ear again. - Don't worry, I'll put you at ease.

- You make me a bit nervous," I managed to get out. - And I'm also here with my friends, so it would be good to let them know.

I may have imagined it, but I thought I saw his mouth twitch before he answered with a soft negative.

- We're not leaving the chalet. Don't worry, I know your friends, they're probably having fun too.

He put his hand to my cheek, giving me no time to decide. Next to my ear, he brushed my short hair back. Then he smiled. I put my trembling hands in his, we stood up and started walking. He rested his hands on my back, next to my buttocks. That simple gesture made my cheeks burn and a latent heat run up my legs. Luck didn't take his hand away and kept guiding me

- Come on, this way.

I couldn't make any mistakes because of the drink, like throwing up on him or feeling pressured to do something I didn't want to. But I felt bad when I saw him pour two glasses. So I graciously accepted.

- So here we are, alone. Two people who like to enjoy the moment. - He smoothed my shoulders up and down, looking directly at my lips.

- Yes. - I bit my lips, returning his gaze.

He grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me deeply, stealing my first kiss. Apparently he's a decent kisser, but definitely not what I expected from a first kiss with Luck. There was no passion, no spark, no fire. Plus his mouth tastes of cigarettes and booze. Actually, I didn't mind, my breath must have smelled of whisky too. I returned the kiss with the same intensity, his hands roaming around the edges of my dress. He finally paused the kiss, giving us a chance to breathe.

I actually thanked him.

Luck took the glass from my hand and rested it on the bar, calmly unbuttoning his shirt. I noticed that he had a lot of tattoos and a sexy, defined body, despite being thin.

- Do you like what you see? - He let out a perverted laugh. His voice was hoarse with arousal. - I want to see you now.

What? Did he want me to take my clothes off? I kept quiet for a moment, I was so nervous that my mouth went dry and my hands trembled involuntarily. Shame on me, if I leave, he'll hate me.

With his lips pressed into a hard line, he shook his head as if he were upset.

Then he moved closer, kissing the back of my neck and untying the laces of my dress.

The truth is, I've been waiting for this all my life. But it just seems wrong to happen the way it's happening. How could I take the next step with him if I'd never kissed him, apart from the stolen kiss we just had?

- Luck... - I managed to get it out.

I know, I wanted it, but how could I ask him to stop? I wasn't ready, I barely kissed him when we met?

What do I do?

What do I do?

- What is it? - The focus turns to me, curving his perfect lips towards me, his disdain obvious. He interrupted his kisses on my shoulder, looking impatient, turning around, holding my face possessively and staring at me. - Don't worry," he said. - I know you want this as much as I do. - And he continued kissing.

Well, the time has come. Tell the truth, Nicole. Tell him you've never had s*x with someone, tell him you'd at least like to get to know him better.

I don't say anything, trusting him to notice my rigid posture. But no, he continues to kiss me ardently and I do my best to make my brain understand that it's supposed to be good, that I'm supposed to like it. Because it was Luck, after all. That's what I wanted, right?

Unfortunately, I felt that Luck had loosened my dress enough for it to fall to my feet. He took off my clothes and I stood in front of him in my panties. My face flushed, getting so hot it hurt.

He grumbled, dissatisfied with something. Possibly my shyness. He moves back to my back. The movement pushes my ass onto his hard c**k. First, both of his hands grab my hips, holding it there, both cheeks making his c**k fit perfectly.

Fuck, that scares me. He looks so big and I'm so scared. I feel nothing but fear.

-"Feel what you do to me," he mutters, flexing my hips.

Then he releases one of his hands and pinches one of my breasts. I moan, but it's definitely not from pleasure. The n****e of my breast burns, it hurts.

I let out a muffled sigh as I realize where this situation is going.

He started smoothing me over my panties; my body instantly tensed up. I felt his thin, cold fingers find their way up the sides of my panties, dancing between my folds to find their final path.

Luck must have read something in my expression, because he added annoyed.

- You're not horny," he said, with a scowl. He pulled hard on my lip and I instantly tasted rust in my mouth. I let out a moan, which wasn't one of pleasure, as the pain of his bite overcame me. f**k, he drew blood.

- I'm going to f**k you in every possible way. - And he laid me on the bed, on top of me.

He kissed my neck and went down to my belly, circling my navel with his tongue. He again massaged my core over my panties, then pulled them aside and slipped his finger in.

- Ahh!" I let out a cry, which was definitely not one of pleasure. I pulled my hips away, surprised by the pain. I raised my torso, propping myself up on my elbows, and watched him stare at me predatorily.

- You're so tight! f**k, I don't know if I'm going to be able to hold out for long when I f**k you.

Luck literally ignored my cry, which obviously wasn't one of pleasure.