Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
"I'd like to taste you, Betsy," he said thickly. "Suckle on your breast and drink your milk."
Her entire body quivered when she realized what he was asking.
This was Lukas, her boss.
This was Lukas, a man who could've married any woman in this world but instead wanted her as his wife.
And now he was saying he wanted to taste her.
And suckle on her breast.
And drink her milk.
"Will you let me?"
She slowly nodded, and her breath caught when Lukas sank to his knees. He held her hips to pull her close, and Betsy bit her lip hard as her breasts started to swell. Her nipples were now pointedly aching, and it was all she could do not to moan when Lukas then reached up to cup one breast.
Milk had caused her breasts to be so much fuller than it ever was, but Lukas' hands were so large that he was still able to palm her breasts completely.
Her head fell back as he started squeezing and kneading her breasts, his touch tender and gentle at first before tightening bit by bit.
The way he was squeezing them so, so hard was the sweetest agony, but it was when he finally started pinching her nipples that a lightning bolt of the most intense pleasure jolted through her flesh.
Her body buckled, and she had barely managed to cover her mouth with her hands when his mouth closed over one nipple, and he was finally doing what he had asked her permission to do.
He was now tasting her.
Suckling her.
And oh, oh, oh...
He was also now drinking the milk that was once for her little boy alone.
And it was just too, too much—-
Just too much!
—-that she could only sob silently as she started to cum, her body falling heavily against his, and her nipple pushing deeper into his mouth as he continued to suckle and drink from her painfully swollen breast.
Chapter Thirteen
NO, NO, NO.
Betsy's worst nightmare came true when she woke up alone in bed and found the apartment empty of Lukas' presence the next day.
Fears and doubts shadowed her thoughts as she checked on D before taking a shower. Last night seemed like an impossible dream, and seeing evidence of Lukas' immense wealth all around her had Betsy suddenly struggling to breathe.
He's a billionaire, and I'm just me.
He probably regrets proposing to me.
He just doesn't know how to take the words back.
Despair threatened to overwhelm her, but Betsy fought against it by squeezing her eyes shut and asking God for help.
Prayers were usually people's last resort, but falling for the wrong man had taught her otherwise. Prayers were one's best resort, and now that she had prayed for her and Lukas, she pushed all her worries aside and focused firmly on the present.
There was much to do around the apartment and for D, and while fears infiltrated her thoughts every so often, Betsy steadfastly refused to let them linger.
Remember Matthew 6:27, Betsy. Worry has never added another hour to any person's life, so stop wasting your time.
It was late in the afternoon when her phone suddenly buzzed, and Betsy's heart skipped a beat.
Please, please let it be Lukas.
But her excitement was short-lived, guilt stinging her conscience when she saw Charlotte's name on her screen.
Charlotte: I have someone for you to meet. Please be at Hotel Aehrenthal with D by four p.m. Don't be late. Seriously.
Betsy: There's something I have something to tell you first.
Charlotte: We can talk about it later. I'm in the middle of the meeting, sorry. See you!
BETSY WAS STILL STRUGGLING with indecision when she arrived at the hotel. Should she have told Charlotte from the start that she was no longer pushing through with the wedding? Or was it better that she do so here, in person?
The thought of breaking her word to Charlotte was distressing. But what choice did she have? Last night was an eye-opener. She could never marry any other man after what happened between her and Lukas.
Despair continued to haunt Betsy's thoughts even as she forced herself to approach one of the women behind the hotel's reception counter. "Hi—-"
"Hello, Ms. Lark!"
Betsy momentarily forgot her troubles at the shock of hearing a stranger address her by name.
"I'm Esther, your event coordinator. Mrs. Carmichaels is already at the Lakeview Suite."
Betsy started having a bad feeling about the whole thing. Why did she need an event coordinator?
Esther's voice was full of pride as she relayed all the "extraordinary" arrangements the hotel had completed since this morning.
Floral sculptures.
A special ten-course menu by a Michelin-starred chef.
A live orchestra to play Canon in D.
Betsy felt nauseous as Esther went on to explain about Lakeview Suite having direct access to the hotel's grand ballroom.
Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.
"Thank you for choosing to celebrate this special day with us, Ms. Lark."
Betsy was ready to puke by the time they made it to their destination. Esther opened the door for her, and Betsy saw Charlotte seated inside.