The Boss (Chateau #3) Read Online Penelope Sky

Categories Genre: Dark, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Chateau Series by Penelope Sky
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
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My body immediately smoldered at his fire, my breaths becoming pants, my nails becoming daggers into his flesh.

He yanked my thong down my ass as his lips dove to my neck next, sucking the skin, giving a slight bite to my shoulder, and then he scooped my ass into his arms as he lifted me off the floor, my heels still on.

He dropped me onto the bed, my head near the corner of the bed in the opposite direction from the pillows. His knees pushed my thighs open, and his body lowered onto mine, finding my entrance with his rock-hard dick and pushing inside with a masculine moan. One hand fisted the back of my hair, and he looked into my face as he rocked into me.

I moaned when I felt him, always surprised at his girth, never quite ready for it.

His kisses had been aggressive. His touch demanding. But once he had sunk inside me, his hips rocked into me slowly, and he took his time. We moved together, eyes locked on each other, and he pressed his lips to my cheek as he whispered to me. “Chérie, tu es à moi. Tu es la seule. Je t’aime…”

I could make out some not all. Sweetheart, my only…

It was insulting that I had to leave and go back to my room.

Like a mistress.

I was there when he wanted, then excused when my use had expired. I suddenly felt like Kendra, just seated on the opposite side of the table, just a fuckable trophy. I sat up in bed and looked out the window for a moment before I sighed and got to my feet.

He was smart and intuitive, unlike most men, so he could discern words that were never spoken. His deep voice immediately addressed me. “What is it, chérie?”

Without looking at him, I gathered my clothes off the floor and picked up my heels where they’d been kicked away. “Nothing.” The evening had been unforgettable, with gourmet food and first-class service, with a beautiful man who couldn’t keep his hands off me until he’d been thoroughly satisfied. But I suddenly felt cheap. “Goodnight.” I escorted myself to the door without giving him a backward glance.

“Melanie.” His voice was quiet but contained so much power that it stopped everything in the room, even the flames in the hearth. His feet thudded against the rug around his bed when he left the bed and got to his feet.

I stared at the door, buck naked, my dress and thong in my hand. I was about to leave, like some kind of prostitute. My job was done, and now it was time to get out of his face.

“I asked you a question.” His voice grew louder as he came closer to me, the anger becoming more palpable when he didn’t get an answer. He barked orders and expected obedience, so it was naturally infuriating when that didn’t happen with me.

I slowly turned around and looked up to meet his gaze, my anger rising when I saw the rage in his dark eyes. “So, that’s just normal? A man to abandon his wife at home in favor of his mistress?” Sometimes I became so absorbed in Fender that I forgot he was a criminal who had the fucking president in his pocket. He had no values. He had no morals.

His intense eyes constricted as his eyebrows furrowed.

“Just changes his fucking mind at the last minute and takes his mistress instead?”

His expression didn’t change, like he had absolutely no idea what I was saying. “It’s common for a man to have a mistress.”

My eyebrows heightened at his honesty. “And that’s just perfectly fine?”

A long silence stretched, his eyes shifting back and forth as he regarded me. “I’m sure his wife is aware of that fact, yes.”

I let out a long, drawn-out breath. “Wow…okay.”

“It’s common in French society. Not scandalous like in your country.”

I pivoted on the spot and headed to the door, eager to get the hell out.

“Melanie.” Now he did raise his voice, coming at me in a rage, grabbing me by the arm and yanking me back. He squeezed my arm as his dark eyes drilled into my face, backing me up into the wall so I couldn’t get away. “Speak your mind. Now.” He released my arm but kept me pinned in place, his hands pressing into the wall on either side of me, his thick arms as strong as steel bars in a cage.

I met his eyes before I dropped my gaze.

“Eyes. On. Me.”

I sucked in a breath between my closed teeth and obeyed automatically. “Is that all I am to you?” My voice came out quiet, the hurt coming through. “A mistress? I’m the woman you fuck in your bed, but I’m not the woman who sleeps there. When my beauty fades, will I be replaced with a Kendra? Is that the kind of life I can expect?”



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