All Chapters of The Slaved Virgin Offering: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

There was a look that could almost be construed as hurt in James' eyes, Emma thought warily, as he stood and stared at them for a moment longer. She brushed the thought quickly away though, surprised at herself for feeling even an inkling of guilt, and watched waiting for the rage that she knew simmered in the depths of his eyes, then bit her lip, as he turned and strode abruptly away once again.She must not feel guilty, Emma told herself, finding her way to a chair and sinking down heavily. She did not belong to him, and it was not as if she had asked Kit to kiss her. He'd been drunk, after all. And besides, who was he to say who she could kiss and who couldn't? She had the right to kiss anyone she wanted!"Emma," Luc's voice brought her back to the present. He was holding her drink in his hand. "Sorry I took so long. I just met Julianna..." he grinned, and the look in his eyes was rueful. "You understand why it took so long for me to extract myself." Emma understood perfectly - Jul

Well, maybe she could, but something in her, something that had been bred in her since she had first learned to walk, repelled against the thought. After all, manners bred, and indicated, respect. As her mother had always said, if one did not respect others, one could not reasonably expect that same respect back from them. Ruefully, Emma thought that her sense of decorum would someday be the death of her. She would probably be fighting for her life against some crazed killer someday, kick him in the nuts, and then instead of running away sensibly, she'd probably stop, apologise, and ask if she could call an ambulance for him."Good morning," James said coolly, setting aside his newspaper, and picking up his glass of apple juice. Emma smiled to herself, recalling his fondness for apple juice. Kit had always had a glass every morning, too, she thought, after they'd spent the night making love...But no. It hadn't been Kit, had it? It had been James - James and his routine glass of apple

He was large. Very large. And beautiful. She'd never thought she'd ever think of a man's...thing...that way, but he was. She felt a strange compulsion to touch him, to stroke, and caress. She wanted to taste him. Odd - she'd never experienced any urge to do so before, not even when she had thought he was Kit. That time - that first time, when she had finally known it was he making love to her and not his brother - that was the first time she had ever...done it. But it had felt degrading then, and illicit, somehow. She did not want to think about then.He was on top of her now, his mouth hungrily seeking hers. Instinctively, her lips parted - he slid inside, plundered, hot and wet. He rolled, and she found herself on top of him, her blouse gaping open, her bra tugged away. His hands gripped her waist, bent her forward, and Emma's breast, quite suddenly, was in his mouth.She let out a gasp of agonising pleasure. She felt hot, wanton, uninhibited, free. Freer than she'd ever felt in her

The bathroom door opened behind her and she spun around with a stifled scream, staring in amazement through the clear glass walls of her shower unit at the man who had simply walked into her bathroom and was even now in the process of divesting himself of his tie and shirt."You!" Emma gasped her astonishment. "What on earth are you doing here?""What does it look like?" James demanded grimly. "I'm going to fuck your brains out.""No," Emma said, backing away. "Oh no, not that again. You can't just - just decide to fuck me whenever you want, James. I'm not your whore. In fact, you already have a whore! Why don't you go to her?""I want you," James said simply, and sliding the glass door open, he stepped into the shower with her."Why?" Emma whispered, pain in her eyes.James shrugged. "You turn me on." The evidence was there, for her to see. Only she didn't want to see it. She turned away, her back to him, facing the wall.It didn't deter him. He merely began to attack her senses from

Emma shrugged. "That's none of your business," she said, struggling to sound cool and composed."It damn well is my business!" James raged. "He was here, with you. That makes it my business!"She looked away. "I don't see how.""When someone is running around with what belongs to me behind my back," James said coldly, "I generally make it my business."She glowered. "What do you care? Its not as though I mean anything to you.""You mean everything to me!" James shouted. "That's the damn point!" His tone softened. "And what about the baby, Emma? When were you going to tell me, Em?""I don't see why I should have."His eyes widened, and she thought there was just the tiniest hint of pain in them. "You don't think I had a right to know about my own child?""It's not as though you wanted it, or as if you cared." Quickly she realised her mistake and amended, "It's not as though its yours."His lip curled. "Nice try, sweetheart. Jordan's told me everything. There's no point denying it. The