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She doesn’t have to live with that responsibility. All she has to do is willingly give herself to me, and she could be as free as a bird, living in a beautiful mansion with all the riches in the world and anything she could ever wish for.

“Just let it go, Charlotte. Let me love you,” I whisper, parting her legs with my hands. Her eyes close, and her head tilts back a bit as I press kisses all over her chest. Her body lights up underneath my lips. “Let me give you what you need.”

My hand travels up her body, sliding underneath her dress to cup her naked breasts. With my index finger and thumb, I pinch her nipple until it’s taut and her face tightens with excitement. I can’t stop myself from touching her body and seeing her writhe. It feels too good, and she looks so goddamn appetizing in that dress that I almost want to take a bite.

But I have to be gentle with her for now. She’s only just opening up to the idea of me fondling her, and pushing her until she withdraws is the last thing I want. No, I have to take it slow … easy … make her body fall for my touch before her mind does. I want her numb with emotions and sensations, and I want those delicious moans to be the only sound from her mouth.

When I hear the first one, my ears perk up, and I groan back in delight. My cock tents in my pants, but I won’t pay any attention to it as I want this to be all about her. There’s plenty of time to satisfy me later. First, I’ll show her what she could have.

I rub her pussy through the fabric of her dress until her panties are wet. Her lips part but only moans roll off her tongue. She never opens her eyes, and I don’t blame her. If she saw how she was behaving right now, it’d probably mortify her. But she needs to learn to shut off that voice in her head telling her it’s wrong. Even if it is, she shouldn’t care when it feels good. And I will definitely make it feel good.

She’s close, so damn close, only a little further. Her cheeks are red, and droplets of sweat glisten on her skin. My tongue dips out to lick them up while I touch her and she completely unravels.

“Come for me, princess,” I murmur into her ear.

She can’t resist, can’t fight the temptation to let go, and the explosion that follows is pure magic. Her body quivers with delicious shocks as she comes undone. I can feel it between her legs as everything tightens and her wetness grows, and the moan that rolls off her tongue sets me off.

Without thinking, I press my lips to hers and claim her mouth.

She tastes deliciously sweet and sinfully good, and I can’t get enough of her lips. I want to kiss them forever, on every single fucking day because they are mine, just like the rest of her.

But then she pushes me off her and stares at me with complete indignation. As if she wasn’t just as complicit in this.

Tears well up in her eyes, but she holds them back. I bring my hand to her cheeks and softly caress her.

“Why?” she mutters, her voice sounding as though she’s been wiped off the earth.

And I smile in response. “Why? Because I can. That’s why.”

Right then, the car stops, and I open the door. “We’re here.”



Charlotte



Easton gets out of the car, leaving me on my own in this hot as fuck car as my mind reels from what just happened. From what I let him do. Why? Why did I let him overtake me like that?

The moment he started touching me, I should’ve stopped him. But my mouth refused to speak the words, and my body froze in place as he started to caress me. It felt as though I was under a spell, and I couldn’t resist.

The temptation was too great. He knows what buttons to push to make me squirm, and he loves it. He loves the control he can exert over my body, and it makes me so damn angry. I can’t tell whether I’m more upset at him for doing what he did or more upset at myself for letting him, for giving in to the moment … for coming under his command.

I can still feel his fingers all over my thighs, my breasts … my pussy. It’s still thumping underneath my dress. Fuck.

When he opens the door, it takes me a few seconds to catch my breath, and from the wretched smile on his face, I know he finds it amusing. I should step out of my shoes and smack him in the head with one. Except for the moment I step outside, all thoughts of punishing him for what he just did go out the window.

I suddenly feel cold to the bone, and that’s not because of the wind blowing underneath my dress.

We’re right in front of a giant building that’s part hotel, part restaurant.

One of my father’s restaurants. Right here in the Netherlands.





Chapter 22





Charlotte



“What the …?” I murmur, but my voice is stolen halfway through.

Banners with bold text about some grand re-opening along with my brother’s name are slapped onto every decoration adorning the building.

My throat turns dry as a bone.

Easton’s hand wraps around my shoulders, pulling me close to him and forcing me to walk when he does. “C’mon. Let’s go inside. I’m dying to show you.”

Show me … my father’s renewed and renovated restaurant, now under my brother’s wing. And to show me off to them as a submissive, controllable, happy wife.

What. A. Lie.

All this time, I thought he was taking me out to dinner or to some fancy museum. But he had this planned all along. I feel cheated, used … betrayed. As though he dangled a carrot in front of me and then ate it too, all while gazing at me.