Dark Desires: Sold Read Online Free

getting the worst end of the bargain?”
    Marcus’ eyes glittered. “Because I don’t regret it all, Marguerite.”
    ***
    Present day
    Ecstasy dangled her over the delicious abyss as she straddled his face. Marguerite rested one hand on her undulating stomach and the other on his soft hair. Marcus’ mouth covered her completely. His tongue lashed her, jabbing deep inside her gaping slit before stroking her hungry clit.
    Marguerite looked down to watch him worship her naked pussy. His ravenous moans outstripped hers. Two fingers plunged in and out of her ass, keeping her primed and ready for him.
    “Come, baby. Come on my mouth. Let me taste your sweetness, baby.”
    Impatient to make her break apart, Marcus used his free hand to spread her open. He scraped his teeth across her clit before pursing his lips and sucking her hard.
    Marguerite bucked. She hissed his name, hips helplessly grinding against his mouth. She was so close. Marcus’ gaze locked on hers.
    “Come. Now.”
    She convulsed. Cry after rapturous cry filled the room. Marguerite’s body existed in a glorious space where gratification reigned supreme and Marcus was pleasure incarnate.
    He gave her one, last languorous lick. “Good girl.”
    ***
    Two years prior
    “Are you going to watch me all the time? Even when I go to the bathroom or take a bath?”
    “No!” Marcus waved both hands while shaking his head. “The cameras are mainly for security. I’ve programmed the monitoring to be based on body heat for those rooms. Meaning if it registers more than just you, then it’ll kick on and digitally record what’s happening.”
    “You think I’m going to invite some strapping young Russian guy in for a little fooling around when you’re not here?”
    Marcus’ easy grin vanished. He set his fork and knife down. “We’ve already gone over that. I expect you to keep your word.”
    This time Marguerite blushed. “My word is my bond. I wouldn’t do that normally much less when you’re paying me to stay here. I’m sorry for suggesting otherwise.” She gulped down her wine to avoid meeting his penetrating stare. Marguerite found courage to look at him anyway.
    “I believe you. Anyway, good luck coming across a strapping young Russian guy out here. We’re at least 50 kilometers from the nearest house.” Marcus smiled, calm and clear as a cloudless sky. “It’s a safety precaution.”
    “Safety.” The wineglass made a soft thud. “The distance or the cameras?”
    “Both.”
    “You mean someone might come here looking for you? Someone bad?”
    “I’ve never had it happen but fortune favors the prepared. Which reminds me. . .have you ever shot a gun before?”
    “No.”
    “You will tomorrow.”
    She gripped her tableware, letting them hover uselessly over her half-eaten steak. “Marcus?”
    “Yes, Marguerite?”
    “Don’t you think this was a vital detail you should’ve shared with me before we got on that plane?”
    “Assassin. I thought it was self-explanatory.”
    “True.” Marguerite set her utensils down. “I hadn’t thought that far ahead. Seller beware, right?”
    Marcus reached out and patted her hand. “Baby, is your safety really any more guaranteed back in the States? At least here you’ll have a fighting chance along with the best security system money can buy. It will alert you if there are any intruders on the property. There are even several panic rooms with enough weapons and supplies to last you until I come and exterminate anyone who dares to try to harm you.”
    “Where? This cabin isn’t that much bigger than a small ranch home. And that was sweet, by the way.”
    “They’re under the ground. I’ll show you the tunnels after dinner. And you’re welcome, by the way.” Marcus lifted a half-empty bowl. “More potatoes, Marguerite? They’re really quite tasty.”
    ***
    Present day
    “Wider.”
    Marguerite reached behind her and pulled herself open.
    “Yes, just like that.” Marcus pressed his cock