“I don’t need a blow.” Matt understood her just fine. “I need to fuck you.” He wrenched open her thighs and positioned himself on her pussy. His cockhead nudged her wet entrance. He leant down, pressing his belly on hers, his chest grazing against her jutting nipples.
Anna instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. Matt kissed her. She could taste the salty, spicy taste of her femininity on his mouth. Strangely, it fuelled her lust even more.
“Sweet Anna,” he whispered, “bear it just a bit.”
Her brain short-circuited before she could digest what he meant. Matt penetrated her. An incredible pressure speared through her core, knocking her breath out of her lungs. He stretched her, slipping in, not much, only an inch. He paused then thrust in another inch as if he wasn’t sure she could really take him. What he did made her frustrated. She was more than ready. Didn’t he know that she needed him as much as she needed her next breath?
“Please, Mr. Mar—”
“Matt,” he corrected, his voice gruff as if it took a lot of effort for him to speak.
Anna stifled a cry, begging, “Please, Matt.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
“Like this?” He pushed in another inch.
God. Anna fisted his hair. Not enough. The pressure, thick and hot, felt so addictive. She needed him. “More.”
Another inch.
“Oh.” She squirmed under him. “You’re a teaser.”
“All you need to do is ask, Anna.”
“Fuck me hard!”
“That’s my girl.” Matt grabbed her hips and plunged down until his cock hit her cervix.
Anna cried. New fire engulfed her whole. She felt him so deep in places she didn’t think existed before. She couldn’t remember sex feeling this good; she had to take back everything she said about sex being overrated. Being intimate with Matt was different. Anna felt as if the whole purpose of her existence was to be with him.
Matt stilled after he sheathed his cock to the hilt. He breathed on her lips. “Oh, Anna.”
He unwound her arms from his neck and pinned them on each side of her head. He threaded his fingers through hers and started rocking her with shallow jabs.
Anna moved with him, eagerly meeting his thrusts. Her pussy made lewd wet sounds each time he pulled. His cock pulsed in her depths, hard and hot, grinding deliciously against the tight walls of her vagina. The nerve-racking impact made her lose her mind. The pleasure was thick, too good, beyond words. She was baffled by the discovery. If she had known sex was this good, she wouldn’t have wasted years by being a prude.
He watched her reaction as he fucked her with steady thrusts. “Good?” he inquired.
Anna had temporarily lost her voice. She nodded instead.
“Faster?” Matt picked up his pace.
God, yes. Her toes curled in pleasure. “Harder.”
“Not yet, babe. You’re goddamn tight.”
Babe. She loved the way he called her that, making her feel she was more than just his plaything. “Please? I need…” She wanted to come again. Carnal pleasure had enslaved her. She tightened her muscles, choking his hard cock.
He groaned. “Naughty girl.” He slammed hard.
“Matt,” she cried again as he rained a series of battering fucks. Hard. Vicious. Merciless. “Yes. Oh, God, yes.”
“Fuck.”
Matt seemed to lose his control. He pounded her harder and faster until she could feel only fire, hot and pure, searing her nerve endings with manic need.
God. How she loved having him so deep like this, possessing her entire body and soul, branding her with his lust as if she were meant to be his. Their flesh made obscene sounds as he hammered his cock into her over and over, until the red-hot fire turned into brimstone that incinerated her sanity to cinders.
Her body shook as the pleasure thickened and the familiar aches, maddening need returned. He slammed her faster, harder, and deeper until she didn’t know which part of her body began or ended, all she knew was that they were one, riding towards the ultimate completion.
Then, it hit her.
A climax so powerful it bordered on agony. Anna bawled as she floated through time and space. Her head felt like it exploded into a thousand pieces. When she crashed back to Earth, she found Matt slamming into her two more times before he jerked.
He gripped her hands so tight her bones were creaking in protest. She barely paid attention to it. The glorious moment consumed her whole. Her pussy fluttered around his spasming shaft, milking him to the last drop. She would’ve collapsed if she weren’t already lying on her back.
When he was spent, Matt scooped her into his arms and leaned on his side. For long moments, they only touched and kissed, while the ecstasy ebbed gradually and his cock became semi-flaccid, slipping out from her.
As she rested her head on his broad chest, she could see the full moon gracing the sky, luminous and pure. He was right; she was beautiful..
He caught her eyes and smiled. “Sharime.”
My precious beauty. Anna blinked, wondering how she knew what Matt had just said. The thought didn’t linger long when he stroked her cheek and kissed her again until she temporarily forgot her own name.
When her memory returned, she fantasised how delicious Mrs. Anna Martel sounded. It’d be nice having someone like him as her husband, loving her this way. She pushed the thought away since that kind of daydream was just silly. Matt was far out of her league.
However, Anna didn’t regret her decision to become his plaything.
Chapter Three
Matt was gone when Anna woke up in the morning. She scrambled up, squinting her eyes from the bright sun. The dojo was empty. She found Matt had already cleaned up the sake’s tray, but he had left her a neatly folded pile of freshly laundered clothes—the clothes that she’d worn yesterday in the interview.
When did he do the laundry? Matt didn’t strike her as a man who would do domestic chores. Maybe it was his housekeeper. A man who lived in a big mansion like this must have one.
She tidied up the bedroll and took her clothes to the bathroom. She assumed Matt would want her to take a shower before changing into the fresh clothes.
After her shower, she looked for him and found him in the kitchen, making breakfast. The fresh aroma of coffee and the sound of bacon sizzling in the frying pan filled the air. She was impressed with what she saw. He looked deft juggling different tasks at once.
“Let me do it.” She tried to grab the spatula from Matt’s hand.
He raised his hand out of her reach. “Morning to you, too. Now take a seat and I’ll get you some coffee.”
She scanned around—no housekeeper in sight. Was he the one who did all the housework? “Don’t you think I’m the one who should make you breakfast?”
“Why?”
“Isn’t that what you and your brothers hired me for?”
Matt chortled. He planted a quick kiss on her lips and motioned her to sit by the counter. “I love making breakfast for my bedmate. How do you take your coffee? Black or with cream?”
Anna didn’t understand. When she’d signed up as the Martels’ personal plaything, she thought she would spend her days and nights as a slave to these men. Taking care of them in and out of bed, accommodating their every whim even if it was degrading and humiliating. She hadn’t expected she’d be treated equally, or in this case, rather spoilt. Anna wondered if she had read too many S/M novels.
“Anna? Black or with cream?”
She startled. “Sorry. With cream, please.” Anna took a seat on one of the kitchen’s stools.
Matt served her the coffee. The breakfast followed. Scrambled eggs, toast, bacon and hash browns piled up on a big plate. Matt looked as if he was trying to feed an army.
“Dig in. We have a tight schedule this morning.” Matt fished in his pocket before handing her a cell phone. “I’ve programmed our daily schedules, important contacts, notes, everything you should kn
ow in there. We’re going to get you clothes first, then go to the office. Justin wanted me to familiarise you with our internal SAS programme.”
Busy morning, indeed. Anna shovelled in the eggs and chewed quietly.
“What’s wrong?”
She grimaced. “Is it possible if we stop at a pharmacy first? I need to get something.”
“Like what?”
“Well, I…”
Matt leant forward. “Are you sick?”
“No, no. It’s just that I… God, this is embarrassing.”
He waited with concern in his face.
“I wasn’t sexually active so I’m not on birth control. And last night, we didn’t use any…” Her words evaporated when she realised how stupid she had been. Twenty-six years old and she was still retarded in the safe-sex department.
“Don’t worry. You won’t get pregnant by sleeping with me or my brothers. Least, not before the Claiming.”
“The what?”
Matt sipped his coffee and put the mug in the sink. “Eat your breakfast. I need to make a phone call to the boutique.”
“Mr. Martel!”
“Eat your breakfast, Anna.”
Matt left her baffled. The Claiming? What did that even mean? Were he and his brothers scheming something she didn’t know about?
Anna ate her breakfast in silence, thinking about what Matt had let slip out. It bugged the hell out of her that the triplets had some tricks up their sleeves. Whatever it was, they were up to no good. She finished her breakfast and cleaned up Matt’s cooking mess. She was washing the dishes in the sink when he came back.
“Are you ready? You have an appointment with Ströger in forty minutes.”
“Ströger?” The name was familiar, like the salon brand shampoo she had always wanted to try but was too wary of the price.
“Edmund Ströger. He’ll take you in personally.”
“You mean, Edmund Ströger the famous stylist?”
“Who else? We have to do something about your hair. Black isn’t a new blonde, Anna, and you’ll look much lovelier with your natural hair colour.”
Damn designer.
Fifteen minutes later, they zoomed towards Manhattan to Ströger’s famous spa. The stylist himself welcomed them as soon as they walked through the doorway.
“So this is the special girl you told me about?” Edmund Ströger eyed her from head to toe.
Special girl? What the heck is he talking about? Anna turned to Matt for an answer.
Matt gestured uncaringly. “I trust you’ll work your magic, Ed.” He sat on a sofa, opened his laptop, and immediately busied himself with it.
Ströger herded her to a VIP room and told her to sit. Two of his assistants stripped her of her clothes.
Ströger didn’t only change her hair back to blonde, but he also ordered the assistants to wax her entire body, give her a manicure and pedicure, pluck her eyebrows and trim her hair in a new chic style. After they finished, another Ströger beautician came and put makeup on Anna. She didn’t recognise herself anymore when Ströger came to inspect his assistants’ work.
He called Matt in and announced he was done working his magic. “What do you think, Mr. Martel?”
“You’ve definitely outdone yourself.”
Ströger preened.
Matt asked for privacy. Ströger and his crew left them alone.
Anna felt awkward with the way Matt was staring at her. She caught her reflection in the mirror. Her wavy, platinum blonde, shoulder-length hair had never looked so good. Usually, she wore it in a tight ponytail, since every day was a bad hair day for her. Somehow, Ströger had transformed her hair to something worthy of a Hollywood starlet.
“I don’t understand. All this trouble just to groom your new personal assistant?”
“You’re our special girl. Naturally, we have to take good care of you.” Matt ran his hand across her newly cut hair. “By the way, I love your hair. Black doesn’t suit you.”
A surge of guilt tore through her when she thought of the reason she came to the Martels in the first place. She was a thief in the making. She didn’t deserve all this pampering. Or his adoring attention.
Matt lowered his head and kissed her.
Anna wanted to faint. The kiss was scorching hot, she worried her heels were starting to melt. Matt kissed like he really meant it, making her knees wobbly and her pulse race.
“I’ve got you some new clothes.” Matt pointed to a new suitcase he had wheeled in when Ströger finished with her. “The rest I’ve ordered to be sent to my home.”
His home. “Does this mean I’m going to live with you?”
“Technically. I’m to stay home most of the time to monitor our base operation. But Justin is always travelling and so is Ralph. Keep spare clothes in your suitcase handy. You’ll be accompanying them whenever they need you.”
“I-I understand.”
Matt yanked open her spa robe. His eyes raked over her nakedness underneath, blazing. He touched her with his fingertips, caressing the swell of her breasts, belly, and her smooth pubis. “I think you’ll look beautiful in red today.”
* * * *
They went to the office after a light lunch at Four Seasons. Justin wanted Matt to give Anna access to their personal mainframe. His brother was curious to see what she would do. Beautycor was one of the few who had been nosing around about their trade secret, especially after they launched their perfume line Surrender two months ago.
Surrender flew off the shelves like hotcakes. On the seventh days after Surrender was launched, people were actually camped outside the stores just to buy a bottle of the perfume. Justin cut the production, raised the price, and put customers on a waiting list, and still people craved for more. Surrender became the highest grossing product that ever hit the retail market.
Naturally, their competitors were itching to know what made Surrender so successful. Justin speculated that Anna was sent by Beautycor to dig out the secret behind it. Unfortunately, their trade secret was something special that could never be emulated through humans’ science.
Justin had come up with the idea of imbuing Surrender with nymph magic to draw out their potential mate. If their special woman dabbed Surrender on her body, the three of them would know instantly where to find her. However, they miscalculated the side effect of the nymph magic to those who weren’t their predestined mate.
Any woman who wore it became temporarily sexually irresistible. Even though the effect of nymph magic lasted no more than fifteen minutes, women kept buying Surrender for various reasons. Most of those women wanted to keep their husbands or boyfriends from cheating on them, but when Justin learned a few women were using Surrender for devious purposes, he and his brothers knew they had to stop its production before something sinister happened. Justin had been discussing discontinuing Surrender with Marian Bancroft when he suddenly caught Anna’s scent.
Fate certainly worked in mysterious ways.
As of today, Justin had ordered a stop on Surrender’s production. They had found their mate and now they could focus their attention on making her accept her destiny. To be honest, Matt couldn’t wait to go home to Azura and claim Anna for good. He grew weary of the surface world. He missed their undersea palace and his warrior training. Seven years without proper sparring fights with his men made him dull.
Madge, his middle-aged receptionist, gave him a stern nod as they entered his office. Justin didn’t employ unattached, young female employees that were susceptible to their nymph’s nature. They’d done that in the past and the result was quite distracting. Nothing spelt disaster like having a dozen doting female employees with schoolgirl crushes on them.
Anna sat in a chair, quiet as a mouse as he walked to his desk. He was having a hard time taking his eyes off her. He had a thing for a woman in red. Red lipstick. Red suit. Red stilettos. And she wore red well. The vivid colour complimented her pale, creamy skin beautifully. Anna Vincent was one breathtaking sight.
“Com
e here.” Matt went to his desk and turned on his computer. She gave him a funny look when he motioned her to sit on his lap.
“I’ll get a chair.”
“Anna.”
She settled in his lap half-heartedly. “Am I heavy?”
“Hardly.” He curled one arm around her waist and drew her against his chest.
In Azura, a proper place for woman was in her beloved’s lap. Women were scarce and prized in the Netherworld. A millennia of wars among the clans had taken its toll on the population. The winning clan often plundered women of the conquered ones, making those who were unspoiled cling hard to their beloveds.
Matt nuzzled behind her ear and filled his lungs with her intoxicating scent. His cock hardened in his pants in an instant. His blood boiled. Having their mate at hand, yet unable to claim her properly was driving him insane. “Justin wanted me to train you in our SAS programme.”
“SAS?”
“Shit and Stuff. Justin programmed the software himself.”
Anna turned to him. “You’re kidding.”
“Justin is gifted with numbers. Basically, SAS is a compilation of accounting, marketing, budgeting, supply and demands, loss and prevention, the works. It’s all in one package, making it easy for us to monitor our business. My job is to gather data from all the different departments and enter them in SAS. But since we’ve hired you, I want you to handle this job from now on.”
“Y-yes, sir.”
“Only the three of us have access to SAS. Me, Justin, and Ralph.” Matt pinched her cheek. “So. Don’t tell anybody.”
She flustered. “I won’t, sir.” Anna sounded full of dread when she uttered her promise.
“I’m going to create an access login for you.” Matt hammered his fingers on the keyboard, typing a command to give Anna access to his brother’s programme. Learning humans’ technology came naturally to him. Matt had been fascinated with humans’ creativity to make life easy without magic. Nevertheless, he preferred wielding his swords battling the enemy’s combatants than sitting in front of the computer all day. But it wouldn’t be long. Once Anna accepted them, they could wrap up their business on the surface world and return to Azura for good.
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