by E. Walsh
Nolan seemed to hesitate with the last door, but it didn’t stop him for long. He pushed it open, hardly touching the pure golden handle. The door gave way to a huge room, as large as the ones that had been in the upstairs floor. There were paintings of horses and their racers on the walls, and the huge, wide windows gave a perfect view of the landscape outside, facing towards the racing track. Nolan had made sure that Lucrecia was familiar with the place and knew its ins and outs before taking her through the house more. She would see the racing track tomorrow.
“Which room is this?” Lucrecia asked as she stepped inside of the door. The first place that she stopped was a large dresser and vanity. A few things were there, mostly pictures and men’s shaving tools. She had already seen Fausto’s room, but not a single idea crossed her mind as to what room that she had been taken into this time.
Nolan swallowed thickly around the guilt that was beginning to form in his throat. He knew that he was tricking Lucrecia. He would never take advantage of her, but he would use all of his cunning and his wits to aid him in his endeavors. He watched Lucrecia as she picked up a photo of their family when he and Fausto had been children. He longed for those days to come back to him, no matter how horrible Fausto had been, even way back when.
“We’re in my room,” he said, staring straight ahead of himself.
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Chapter Nine
“What do you mean that we’re in your room?” Lucrecia asked, turning wide eyes onto Nolan. “Don’t you think that this is inappropriate?” she murmured, her voice dropping lower and a light pink blush staining her cheeks.
“Not if I’m right about how you actually feel about me,” Nolan said, stepping forward and closing in on Lucrecia. He knew that he was right about her, otherwise she would have turned tail and run by then. However, she stayed still, and let him get close enough to put a hand on her cheek. “And I know that I’m right.”
Lucrecia glanced away from Nolan, but didn’t dare to smack his hand away. She thought of how Fausto would have treated this situation. Certainly, he wouldn’t have been leaning in, and pressing his lips against hers until she couldn’t see and couldn’t think.
Lucrecia fell against Nolan all at once, but he was prepared to keep her steady and stabilized. After she had regained her feet, Nolan’s tongue was at her mouth, begging her for entrance. She allowed him access easily, and the feeling of his tongue licking into her mouth was paired with his hands, strong and warm, cupping her breasts perfectly. They were small and round in his hands, the perfect size for greedy men.
Lucrecia pulled back from the kiss as Nolan continued to grab at her, her eyes glazing over with each second that passed. She already looked wrecked, and Nolan loved the idea that he was going to take that innocence from a woman such as herself. It made him beam with pride, and his grin turned somewhat feral.
A spurt of confidence going through him, Nolan undid the buttons on the front of Lucrecia’s blouse, and pushed it away from her shoulders. Her skirt was a separate piece, and she was left in that, and an old, tattered corset.
“Are you certain that we should be doing this, Nolan?” she asked, her eyes flickering back and forth between Nolan’s. She was unable to focus on just one of them, although she could not place exactly why. “What about Fausto?”
“What about him?” Nolan repeated.
He didn’t care for his brother, and his brother didn’t care for Lucrecia. To him, it seemed all too obvious what had to be done. There was only one right choice for them to make, and he tried to make that clear to Lucrecia in the way that he reached behind her, and began to unravel the strings of her corset. She blushed and looked away from him, and it gave him even more confidence than before.
“I’m supposed to be his wife,” Lucrecia whispered as her corset was finally pushed away from her body.
“He only wants you and a child so that he can get money,” Nolan said. His hands traveled to Lucrecia’s skirts, and with her help he was able to get them off of her without too much trouble.
“And what do you want me for?” she asked, now left in only a delicate pair of panties.
Nolan drooled at the sight, unable to stop himself from staring at Lucrecia. Her breasts her small and had a gentle point to them, and it was clear that she took very good care of herself. Nolan lowered onto his knees, the way that a man might propose, and put his hands on Lucrecia’s hips. She seemed to get the idea, as her lower lip was pulled between her teeth as she watched Nolan.
He pressed a kiss to the front of her panties, and even through the layer of cloth Lucrecia could feel the touch go through her body like the strongest current of electricity. She wound her fingers into Nolan’s hair and gasped, unable to look away from him on his knees in front of her. His tongue darted out of his mouth, and he laid a fat swipe of it along the front of her panties until his tongue met skin. Lucrecia squirmed in his grip, but he wouldn’t allow her to go anywhere.
Nolan moved one hand from her hip to between her legs, already able to feel how dripping wet that she was. Nolan took pride in that. He had wrecked this beautiful lady. He had made her soaking wet and flushed and hot. All of those things were happening because of him, not because of his brother.
“Because I want you,” Nolan finally answered, looking up at Lucrecia. She was an absolute mess, and it made him grin wider. He moved his fingers back and forth across her hidden entrance, listening to the way she practically mewled for him to do more to her. He was more than happy to oblige.
“We should move this elsewhere,” Lucrecia murmured, carding her fingers through Nolan’s hair over and over again. She couldn’t get enough of the feeling, and neither could he.
She was upset with the lack of contact quite suddenly, but then Nolan was there, and kissing her again with all of the heat and fire of a raging forest fire. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before, and she was worried that perhaps the feeling of it was addictive.
When Nolan pulled away, he grabbed her hands and began leading her back towards his huge, plush bed. It was only then that Lucrecia noticed that Nolan was still fully clothed, whereas she was in nothing more than panties, garters and stockings. He seemed to appreciate the sight, but it would have been so much better were he in the same state of disarray and dress as herself.
Nolan gently pushed Lucrecia back onto the bed, and then took a step back. All at once, her prayers were answered. He wrenched his coat away from his shoulders, and his simple vest was soon to follow. His clothes were not as intricate as Fausto’s, but he looked just as handsome and it made Lucrecia sit up with anticipation.
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Chapter Ten
Nolan was stripped down in a matter of seconds, and Lucrecia couldn’t stop staring at the way that his cock stood at full attention, just for her. It made her heart race and her blood rush through her body with such force that she could hear it.
“Is this something that you want to do?” Nolan asked as he clambered onto the bed on top of Lucrecia.
Rather than giving him a verbalized answer, Lucrecia unhooked the clips that held up her stockings, and then pushed down the thin panties that she was wearing. Nolan’s eyes widened as he watched her, and soon enough, one of his hands found the warmth that was lurking between her legs. He pressed his fingers between the lips that he felt there, and Lucrecia threw her head back against the pillows. Her spine arched in the most beautiful way from the mattress, and Nolan took in every curve that was displayed to him.
He steadied his other hand by Lucrecia’s head as he lined himself up. The woman had propped up her knees, resting them at Nolan’s sides to allow him a better angle. She was self-conscious of the way her stomach folded, but if Nolan noticed, he either didn’t want to say anything or didn’t care. Lucrecia knew that it was the latter. He had eyes only for her, and he would never judge her for the slightest thing.
“Yes, this is something that I want,” she whispered, leaning her head back against the pillows. “I’ve never
wanted anything more in my life.”
“What about Fausto’s inheritance?” Nolan asked. He didn’t want to offer the option to Lucrecia, but it was a real fear that he had about what they were doing. “You’re going to miss out on so much. I’m not going to be given a cent of the money, it’ll all go to him. I’ll never be able to give you what he has to offer.”
Lucrecia shook her head, and put a hand on Nolan’s cheek. “That’s not true,” she whispered. “You have so much more to offer than you would ever believe. You’re everything that he isn’t, and you’re nothing that he is. You’re better than him, Nolan.”
Nolan smiled at that, and with a gentle push of his hips, he was sliding inside of Lucrecia. Her bodily accepted him readily, and the two were hit with the immediate heat of being connected with someone in the most intimate of ways. Lucrecia moaned and closed her eyes, her chest already heaving with the effort it took to keep herself calm.
Nolan pulled his hips back, nearly leaving her body entirely aside from the swollen head of his cock. With gentle thrusts, he pushed back into her. That was the way it stayed for a long time, slow and gentle, taking the time to learn the other person’s body and to explore all of the things that they had to offer for each other.
Wrapped up in the feeling of it all, and unable to silence the noises that were pouring from parted lips, Lucrecia hardly noticed when Nolan’s grip on her hips turned savage. She had been teetering towards orgasm the entire time, but now it was consuming her entire body as Nolan changed the pace all at once.
What had once been tender and quiet was loud and rough. From passionate lovemaking to fucking in the best of senses. Nolan’s hips were fast and sharp, pulling Lucrecia against him with every single thrust and forcing her to take in every inch of him every single time.
It consumed Lucrecia’s body like fire, making her feel like a boneless puddle that could hardly speak, let alone think or do anything aside from repeat Nolan’s name over and over in a babbling tone. He was grinning widely, adoring the sounds that Lucrecia couldn’t stop making. It was the best thing that he had ever heard, and he was more than happy to think about how she was saying Nolan rather than Fausto.
The glee was shared by Lucrecia, whose breasts were bouncing almost painfully with every sharp push into her body from Fausto. She could never imagine Fausto being able to deliver the same heat throughout her body, as warm as a hearth and burning her alive like lava. She praised Nolan and his actions, her hands going to his face to pull him down for a sloppy kiss.
It was all teeth and tongue, rough and biting, seeking that release more than anything else. Urged on by the kiss, Nolan seemed to thrust into Lucrecia even faster than before. It was beginning to consume his body, and it wasn’t long before his pattern that had been so carefully established became erratic and like wildfire.
With a scream that was certainly heard by the house staff, Lucrecia came, her orgasm lifting her spine from the bed and making her hips jut and stutter closer to Nolan as he milked out the last of his own orgasm. Nolan was bent forward over Lucrecia, his arms bracketed around her head, as if he was preventing her from even daring to think of leaving him. He was groaning deep in his throat, a sound that seemed purely animalistic, coming from the base of his chest.
As they regained their breath, Nolan pulled out of Lucrecia. It left her feeling empty and weak, and without the same rush of emotion that she had been pumped full of during the experience. Nolan seemed to be feeling the same thing, as he held Lucrecia close, unable to get enough of the feeling of their bodies pressed together.
He stayed quiet for a long time, wondering exactly how he could phrase his question without coming on too strongly. He chuckled at the thought. He’d already come on too strong. There was no way to avoid it now.
“Will you marry me instead of Fausto?” he asked, his voice no more than a whisper.
At first, Lucrecia didn’t respond and it chilled his body with fear.
And then she nodded.
19. Michaela and Raya,
an MOB Romance
By: Emily Sharpe
Michaela and Raya, an MOB Romance
©Emily Sharpe, 2015 – All rights reserved
Published by Steamy Reads4U
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Chapter One
Raya had always been jealous of Michaela. She was the one who, at their tiny school of only twenty kids, got all of the attention. Their father loved her best, calling her his beautiful girl and other such things. The only person who had favored Raya had been their mother, but after she passed away when they were six, her opinion stopped mattering to the little, broken family. Their father was horribly ill, and Michaela became the town harlot. She could pick up a few extra pennies that way, while Raya went out and worked the fields for local farmers. She came home exhausted and worn out, wanting nothing more than to take a hot bath, only to discover that Michaela had beaten her to it and used up all of the hot water.
Instead of pitching a fit, Raya made dinner for the three of them, and after that, Michaela would come downstairs and claim that it wasn’t good enough. She would only eat a portion of her plate, and their father would eat even less than that. Raya was the only one left in the household who ate a full meal. After dinner, she would go upstairs, and take a cold bath. It froze her to her very core, but at the very least, it woke her up.
Raya would wake with the roosters the next morning, usually long before dawn, and head out to work. She had fun, though, caring for the animals. Oddly, the cows were her favorite. She loved their big, sad eyes, and the way they would bellow. Raya could run her hands across their short hair, and they would nuzzle against her for more contact with a human who was actually gentle with them. She loved the horses as well, giant creatures that seemed far more dangerous than they actually were. When she was allowed to, she would take the horses and ride them until between her thighs was rubbed raw, and she was panting and red-faced.
The only problem was that they still didn’t have enough money.
Their father had a chronic chest cold, some type of disease from when he had traveled to lands far away. Neither of the girls understood what the doctors said, aside from when they said that it was expensive.
Michaela picked up a job at the local grocer, but even that wasn’t good enough. Her pay was only a quarter a week, whereas their father’s medicine cost upwards of three dollars a week. There was nothing they could have done, until the stranger rolled into town.
Michaela took an instant interest in him. She wanted to get her hands on any handsome man that she could, but the stranger was elusive. No one was sure where he was staying, or what he wanted. Some believed he was a murderer on the run, others believed that he was looking for a wife. Michaela took a sick delight in those sorts of rumors. What she wouldn’t give to be married off to some stranger and be freed from her obligations as both a daughter and a sister.
Raya lived her life as no
rmal when she heard about the stranger. She didn’t care about passersby, in their town, it was more common than not. People blew through on their way to California from New York, or to New York from California. It was a pit stop of sorts, and tourism was the town’s biggest source of income. During the winter months, they were hit hard, and barely had enough to go around. The summer months, though, were a different story. Money was easy to get and freely flowing.
The only time that Raya was bothered by the stranger, was late one August night. She arrived home earlier than Michaela, a rarity. While she could, she ran to the bathroom and took a steaming hot bath. Raya sighed pleasantly as the water relaxed her, washing over each of her muscles and relaxing her to her very core. She leaned her head against the porcelain lip of the tub, sighing and closing her eyes. She could understand why Michaela was always so calm. Leading a life of luxury such as this, it wasn’t hard to imagine how good the rest of her life was.
After her bath, Raya dried off, and dressed herself in her usual—though mildly taboo—outfit of pants and a blouse. She was given strange looks around town, but if she was going to ride a horse the proper way, she wasn’t going to do it in a frilly dress. Before she even got downstairs, Raya could hear her sister’s lilting voice, the strained voice of her father, and a voice of a man she didn’t recognize.
Hair still sopping wet, Raya entered the living room. Her father had been stretched out on the couch until he was comfortable, with Michaela in their mother’s rocking chair. Raya furrowed her eyebrows at the sight, they never sat in their mother’s rocking chair, as a sort of respect for the deceased woman.
