I sincerely apologize for the long break. You see ehn, many, many things have kept me away from writing. But I’m glad to have this final episode here today. I made it really long to compensate. So pick your tea, coffee, wine, juice, weed, whatever your poison, and enjoy the read.
Secondly, I’d like to state that this series wasn’t inspired by 50 Shades of Grey. I started writing this story before any buzz of 50 Shades came out. My sister gave me the three e-books and I never read any of them. I don’t know why. I didn’t even follow the buzz online. But I finally watched the movie and got a good laugh when I discovered the main character’s name was Anna. Pure coincidence!
Anyways, enough talk. Read!
I should have walked away the moment I entered that suite and looked into his hankering eyes. He was going to consume me, all of me, and I would be broken in the end. I knew that but I was too far gone to care. My body was dying for him in ways no woman should desire a man. When he stretched out his hand and touched my face, it felt unreal. I lost my breath out of sheer excitement. It was finally happening!
“I’m going to hurt you, Anna,” he said, begging me with his eyes to let go. But I wasn’t listening. “Are you sure you really want this?”
I could only nod. My voice would have failed me at that moment. I shut my eyes and waited for his kiss but it didn’t come. Instead, he ran his thumb over my lower lip as the rest of his fingers stroked my neck.
The kiss came much later, after his hands explored places on my body I never knew needed exploring. He took my lips like he owned them, like he had been kissing me all his life. My mouth seemed made for his and my body… well, let’s say it wasn’t a waste of time knowing all those women before me. I was pleasuring in his vast experience.
He touched me everywhere, with my clothes still on my body, right in the middle of that room. When he began to undress me, I was already weak in the knees. He laughed at me when he saw the look of pure helplessness in my eyes. He lifted me off the floor quite easily and took me into the bedroom. The air was cold in there and I was shivering when he put me on the bed and began to take off his clothes. He didn’t let me touch him. I once heard that he never liked his women in control in bed. I was about to find out it was true.
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