Chapter 261
Flashback 23 years ago
Author’s point of view
"Thank you, Thomas," she replied with her usual calm and a manufactured composure. "This is truly wonderful."
Violet began to wander through the apartment, touching the marble with her fingertips and feeling the quality of the fabrics. Joy danced in her depths because she now owned property of this magnitude, but she never let it show on her face.
She wasn’t the type to scream or jump with joy; instead, she maintained her coldness as if he had gifted her a simple bouquet of flowers rather than multi-million dollar real estate. It was precisely this coldness that drove Thomas to the brink of insanity; the more he did the impossible for her, the less he found the explosive reaction he was used to from other women.
This pushed him, every time, to gift her more expensive and precious things, craving to see even just once a look of genuine awe in her eyes.
"Do you like the taste?" Thomas asked as he watched her intently, trying to read what lay behind her calm features. "Is there anything you want to change?"
"Yes, I like it," she answered with her lethal coldness. "Your taste is exquisite." Although this brief sentence didn’t satisfy his ego as a man who had exerted monumental effort, her mere acceptance of the gift was enough for him for now.
He approached her slowly, wrapping his powerful arms around her waist from behind and burying his face in her neck, inhaling her scent. "Violet... a whole month has passed since we’ve been together," he whispered in a husky voice.
"Yes, a beautiful month," she said calmly.
"Throughout this entire month, you never allowed me to touch you," he said with a tone mixing reproach and burning desire. "You settled for giving me a single stolen kiss now and then. I’ve nearly lost my mind from the waiting."
Violet, with her feminine cunning, had prevented Thomas from reaching her body throughout that period to increase her value in his eyes and make him yearn for her more. She knew this "flirtatious delay" had reached its finish line. She turned to him and said craftily, "My dear Thomas... you know that precious and beautiful things are always worth the long wait to truly taste their sweetness."
He tightened his grip on her waist, his voice trembling with lust. "And I have waited long enough... I want you now, in this moment, and in your new home."
He leaned in to kiss her, and this time she didn’t pull away. Instead, she exchanged kisses with him with heat and ignition, tasting him as she felt his hand begin to strip her clothes.
Piece by piece, her garments tumbled to the floor until she stood completely naked a marble statue in the center of the living room. Thomas gazed at her body in awe; the whiteness of her skin and the symmetry of her breasts and sculpted waist surpassed all his imaginations. "Violet... damn it," he said in a choked voice. "You aren’t human... you are so erotic it makes a man lose his senses."
She looked at him with heavy, seductive eyes and asked, "Do you really want me, Thomas?"
"I want you more than anything in this world," he said, visibly inflamed, unable to take his eyes off her curves.
He lunged at her chest hungrily, clamping his mouth over her nipples, sucking them with force and hunger, while his fingers pressed boldly against the tip of her other nipple. Violet let out muffled moans of pleasure as she felt the heat of his body sweeping over her coldness. He gently pushed her until she lay back on the luxurious sofa, slowly spreading her legs.
He then buried his fingers, stroking her clitoris with skill and experience as he panted, "You have a fascinating pussy... look how it’s making my dick want to explode from the intensity of the erection."
"Then don’t make it wait," she whispered, tilting her head from side to side, her hair scattering over the pillows. "Show me what you can do to me right now."
He inserted a finger inside her wet pussy and began to pump it forcefully, followed by a second and a third until her pussy was completely filled. She began to scream out loud from that mad mix of pain and pleasure.
At that crucial moment, Thomas quickly unzipped his pants, revealing his long, erect dick that was throbbing with desire. He then thrust it inside her in one violent, deep surge. "Finally..." he said in a triumphant tone as he sank into her depths. "Finally, you are mine alone, Violet."


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