Trust you ! Should I?
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The night was finally over... Thank goodness..
Letting her clothing fall to the floor in a heap near her bedroom door, she barely made it to the foot of her bed. She pretty much collapsed right then and there.
As she lay back , she let her head sink into the soft memory foam. Thoughts danced within her head, a video of everything that had happened that night. Man, what was she thinking?
She was so over heated and so exhausted. The sheer fabric covering her naked body, made her sensitive skin all but ache. She was burning up but not from a fever, from the all the events that had taken place.
She didn't understand tonight, even fathom how she gotten herself into this mess. Okay, so it was a little thrilling and way out of her norm, but she still wasn't sure about Mr. Dark.
Who the f..k was he really? What the hell did he want with her. He calls himself the King of Darkness, um, hello, someone is a tad bit delusional. Did he just stumble out of a mental institution? Had she just had s*x with a s*x craved lunatic ?
He had his way with her several times and man, his appetite was insatiable.
Did he run on batteries or something more powerful, like diesel fuel?
He was rough and dangerous, scary even, yet she could not resist him.
He definitely wasn't like Malcolm, he made her feel like she was the only one in his world. Unlike Malcom, who's wife was the center of his. Wth? He wouldn't be crawling to her doorstep every night if that was the case. She was the one who made him beg and plead. She was the one who rocked his world, not his b..ch wife. She didn't even give him the time of day.
He said he loved his wife with his whole heart but she couldn't make him hard anymore. Um, yeah right he wanted his cake and to eat it too. He just didn't want her to divorce his sorry ass and take him for all he was worth.
He had some very unsavory fetishes. His wife wasn't willing to give in to those urges and well who could blame her? He was one vindictive piece of crap and we'll someone had to be strong one.
Sometimes even Samantha didn't understand why she did the things she did but it was how she survived.
If you didn't have a sugar daddy or a damn fine job with high pay, she couldn't make it in New York.
He kept her living well, she refused to live like w*********h ever again. She wasn't Terry anymore, that girl died a long time ago.
This girl was going to be someone big someday even if she had to sell her soul. This, all of this was so she could move up in the world and be the mother Gina deserved her to be.
She wanted her to look down on her smiling, knowing she went through hell and back because of her.
Then all of the lawyers could bow down and kiss her ass because she would see her daughter again someday.
When she becomes of age she will rule along side her, no man will ever again make her feel less then royalty. We will rule together and she will never need again, she would always be taken care of.
She hoped this lawyer was for real, if she could only get her daughter back, that would be the first step in her plan. Everything else would follow inline.
Exhaustion finally caught up with her as her eye lids drooped closed, she wasn't quite asleep yet but she swore before she was out cold she could see Nikolai's silhouette beside her bed.
His beautifully dangerous eyes glowed like flames, igniting her whole body with hot searing desire.
His touch, was the only thing that would calm the hunger that now grew deep inside her. How could someone be so in control of her body when she wasn't even fully in control of herself ?
She tossed and turned the entire night. That man was haunting her in every dream, and she never got to fully recover.
He had his way with her in ever way imaginable and he was no less rough, rougher at times.
She would be feeling it in the morning, she was going to be lucky if she could even move.
The dreams were so vivid, she could feel every touch, hear every whimper and her skin was on fire.
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