Note: Upgrade your browser if you can't see the images.
Di CESARE PREGNANT MISTRESS - Chapter 13
You are reading Di CESARE PREGNANT MISTRESS Chapter 13 at mangacake.
Please use the Bookmark button to get notifications about the latest chapters of Di CESARE PREGNANT MISTRESS next time when you come visit our manga website
His reasons for seducing her suddenly seemed unimportant compared to the hunger that consumed him. He wanted her now, with an urgency that shook him as it demolished his self-control. He liked to be in control, always, but he was so turned on that if he didn’t act fast he seriously doubted they would even make it into the bed.
With a muttered oath he lifted her and deposited her on the plush bedspread. There was no time to even pull back the sheets. He needed to be inside her now, to bury his shaft deep and feel her muscles close around him. Jaw rigid with tension he stripped out of his clothes and watched her pupils dilate as he stepped out of his boxers and revealed the full length of his throbbing *****. He glimpsed her faint apprehension and forced himself to slow the pace, exerting an iron will over his eager, hungry body as he stretched out on the bed beside her and leaned over to take her mouth in a deep, sensual caress.
Stephanie kissed him back, her panic receding when she realised that Alexander was in no hurry, and intended arouse her fully before he expected her to accommodation the awesome length of his manhood, which had sent the breath rushing from her lungs when she’d first seen him *****. His hands were stroking her breasts again, rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger until the pleasure was unbearable and she twisted her hips restlessly, needing him to assuage the ache that was dominating her mind and body.
She felt him tug her lacy ***** down her legs before he parted her thighs with a firm intent that increased her excitement. There was no going back now. His fingers were already threading through the triangle of blonde curls and stroking insistently up and down, before pushing gently between her velvet folds to find the slick, wet heat that told him she was ready for him.
Caught up in the swirling mist of sexual anticipation, Stephanie barely registered the noise at first. But it sounded again—louder, infiltrating her mind—until she realised that someone was knocking on the door of Alexander’s suite.
‘Alexander.’ With an effort she tore her mouth from his and pushed against his shoulders. For a few seconds he seemed determined to ignore the noise, and when she denied him her mouth he moved lower, trailing his lips down her throat to the hollow between her breasts.
‘It’s nothing bella. Probably just Room Service or something,’ he muttered. ‘Forget it and concentrate on me,’ he demanded, with a flash of the supreme arrogance that was so much a part of him.
But the knocking sounded again, and with a savage curse he rolled away from her and reached for his trousers. ‘Stay there and don’t move. I’II be two seconds,’ he promised, his eyes blazing as he stared down at her ***** body stretched out on the bed.
He disappeared into the sitting room, and seconds later she heard him open the door of his suite. The muffled sound of voices was barely audible in the bedroom, but the interruption had brought with it doubt and uncertainty—and given Stephanie crucial time to think while her heated flesh quickly cooled.
What was she doing? Shivering, she sat up and stared into the dressing table mirror. The reflection showed a woman she did not recognize—a temptress with dishevelled blonde hair falling around her shoulders and cherry-stained, swollen lips. The woman’s eyes were glazed and heavy-lidded, but desire was rapidly draining, and now the eyes that stared back at her were wide and troubled.
This woman wasn’t her, Stephanie thought, shock jolting through her. What had happened to her deeply held belief that sex and love inextricably linked? Or her vow that she would only give her body to the man she loved? She could not love a man she barely knew. And even though she felt drawn to Alexander in a way she did not understand, that was not love—it was lust.
He was going to hate her, she acknowledged despairingly as she scrambled off the bed and into her clothes. This morning he had seemed to understand her reasons for rejecting him the previous night, but this was so much worse. Only minutes ago she had matched his passion touch for touch, kiss for kiss, and he fully expected to come back to bed and find her ready and eager for his full possession. But she couldn’t do it. She didn’t love him, and he certainly didn’t love her and although her body longed for him to possess her, she knew in her heart that a few moments of pleasure were not worth the sacrifice of her self-respect.
The voices from the sitting room had faded; presumably whoever had been knocking on Alexander’s door had gone, so why hadn’t he come back to the bedroom? Perhaps he had decided to fix himself a drink? There was no way she could avoid him, Stephanie acknowledged, her heart lurching at the thought of his understandable fury when she told him she had changed her mind for the second time.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and stepped in the sitting room. And stopped dead as her stunned gaze swung from Alexander to James Grainger.
‘Stephanie!’
James seemed as shocked by Stephanie’s appearance as she was to see him sitting comfortably on the sofa, leafing through a sheaf or documents.
‘Hello, James.’ She forced the reply, although embarrassment seemed to have robbed her of her voice.
But If she felt embarrassed, James clearly felt ten times worse. Her eyes skittered away from her and the view of Alexander’s bedroom, and the rumpled bed beyond the door, and he jumped to his feet, the back of his neck brick-red as he bent to collect his papers.
… ‘Right, of course—bad timing, Obviously,’ he mumbled in his cultured aristocratic accent. ‘My apologies to both of you.Alexander, you should have said something when I arrived. I know we arranged to meet tonight, but I quite understand that……