Extreme Desire: A Billionare Lesbian Romance

Episode 10

It was early morning...

It had been hours since I tried to give in to sleep. The memories of what happened by the pool wouldn't leave me alone, especially the touches and hugs I exchanged with Megan.

I couldn't forget the butterflies in my stomach. I couldn't forget that tight embrace. And I couldn't forget a single second of what we experienced, and now I lay there, with my eyes open, seeing the dimness of the room and the brightness of the garden lights outside through the window.

That bed was cold and empty, the one that slept beside me on a few nights was not there. Surely, she was enjoying the warmth of another body, a body that desired her, heating up another bed and other sheets.

I closed my eyes...

.........

I grew tired of waiting for sleep, tired of that memory, and I got up, but I startled at a scream of pain from below. I jumped back onto the bed and turned on the bedside lamp, and that's when I saw Megan sitting beside it on the floor, massaging her thigh over the sweatshirt she was wearing.

What the hell was she doing there?

When did she enter the room?

Possibly in the early hours when I closed my eyes and tried to sleep? Could it be a dream, but a dream that felt so real?

"Good early morning, mi cielo." she whispered softy, with a tender tone, calling me "my sky," an expression from the Spanish language, a language deeply rooted in my veins of knowledge.

I hugged my knees on the bed and said nothing, just continued to look at her.

"Stella..." she called and looked at me "I couldn't sleep either, I missed my own bed and decided to come here, but then, I didn't lie down because you were in it... I didn't want to be inopportune."

"Well..." I continued to look at her as the memory spun in my mind.

"Sometimes, when I can't sleep, I tend to do something." she said, standing up and placing her hands on the bed, slowly climbing up while keeping her eyes on me.

I got lost in her deep gaze...

"And this thing is always better when done by two people."

"Megan..." she knelt in front of me and took one of my hands, placing a kiss on it that sent shivers through my entire body "Megan" I sighed.

"Do you want to do this thing with me, Stella?" she asked and placed the hand she kissed on her lips, and I touched them.

"A-and... and what exactly are we going to do?" I asked, following her face as it approached mine little by little.

"We're going to play a game." and she stopped her face just inches away from mine.

"What game?"

"It's a simple game."

"How many people have you played this game with before?" I asked, already breaking free from the enchantment of her eyes and moved away, but she held me back and gently pushed me onto the bed.

Megan straddled me as I tried to free myself from her grip on my wrists.

"Let me go!" I complained, feeling the pain in my wrists.

"Relax, Stella!" she said and smiled, but without expression.

"No!"

"I just want to play a game with you... nothing more."

"I don't believe you!"

"And it seems like you never will believe me" she vented, getting off me and off the bed "I hope you can sleep, Stella. In two days, I'll introduce you to everyone I know as my wife."

I stood up, saying...

"I'm not your wife" and she stopped "so, there's no need for you to introduce me!"

Megan turned around and put her hands in her pockets, looked at me, and locked eyes.

As much as I would constantly kick her away, I couldn't help but feel something different with her gaze.

"Can we talk, Stella?" she suddenly asked.

"At this hour?"

"At this hour!"

"No... I'd prefer to sleep."

"Sleep how, if you don't even feel sleepy?!"

"I'll try to sleep... if you let me, of course!"

"Okay. But I'll only let you after..." she approached and tried to grab me, successfully holding me against the bedroom wall, close to the bed.

I pushed her away, but she stayed there, her arms encircling me.

"After what?"

"After I give you this" and she put her hand in one of her pockets to take something out.

"I don't want anything from you!" I spat out those words and had my left hand grabbed by her "let go of me, Megan!"

In a brief moment, my ring finger was adorned with a gold ring and then my hand was kissed.

That ring was a beautiful and expensive jewel, but it should not be on my finger, it should be on the finger of the woman she left because of me.

"I don't want this," I tried to remove the ring and she held onto me. "This doesn't belong to me."

"Everything here belongs to you, including me, so this ring will stay on your finger!"

"I am not obligated to wear it."

"If you don't wear it... I will cut off all your fingers," she said in a threatening tone and I was taken aback. "Now, be my wife."

Megan sat on the bed and pulled me towards her. I sat beside her and she touched my curls. There, I simply observed that ring on my hand.

Megan intertwined her hand with mine and used her other hand to touch my chin.

"I was afraid of losing you when you fell in the pool, Stella."

"That's in the past, Megan, don't worry about it anymore."

"I should worry, I should worry."

"No, you shouldn't."

"Stella... at least say that you recognize what I've done for you."

"I recognize what you've done for me, Megan."

"Not like this, show me! I want you to show me, I need you to show me. That coldness you're trying to use doesn't suit you."

"I can't show it and I don't want to."

"You can and you want to!" she said abruptly and held my jaw, but not too forcefully. "I know you want to!"

"I don't know what you're talking about..."

"I'm talking about this..."

Megan kissed me, driven by impulse. It was a slow kiss, but she soon pulled away and stood up.

"Sorry, I... um..." she looked for a spot in the room, unsure of what to do.

"Sorry?" I held her hand. I didn't recognize her. Megan Armstrong wouldn't apologize for stealing a kiss.

"Yes, I'm sorry, but know that I wished to feel your lips one more time, I mean... one last time."

What?

"You desiring me was never a secret, but I didn't understand..."

"Even so," she interrupted me. "I must stop begging for something that comes from you. If I keep on like this, I'll end up going crazy... I should've made your father pay in a different way, instead of accepting you as payment, kidnapping you."

I stood up...

"None of that!" I exclaimed and hit her shoulder.

"If only I had thought it through... you would still be living your life, deceived by your aunt and your father, but still, you would've been happy."

"Where are you going with this, Megan?"

"I'm going to return you to your life... you're only 18 years old, you have to enjoy your youth and eventually find someone to love and be happy with in another marriage."

"And what are you going to do with my father?"

"I will leave him in Mercier's hands."

Mercier?

"And what will Mercier do with my father?" I panicked.

"What he always does."

"Don't hide it, Megan... don't let him do anything to my father."

"What happens to him will no longer be my responsibility, but D'Angelo's," she said and let go of me, then headed for the door.

I followed her and went after her, ignoring her commands for me to stay in the room. There were no guards in the dark corridor and I followed, trying to stop her, but everything I did was futile.

"Stop, Megan! Let's talk about this!"

"It's the middle of the night... I'm going to try to sleep now and you should go back to your useless life. In two days, the private jet will be ready to return you to your meaningless life."

I ran and stopped her before she turned the corner.

"My life is not meaningless."

"Fuck off!" She pushed me and continued.

I followed her and suddenly we arrived in the kitchen, where she turned on the lights and went to the fridge to grab something.

I stood in front of the fridge, spreading my arms in an attempt to cover everything, even though it was impossible.

"You're annoying!" she said and pulled me, but I remained there like a rock.

"Let's talk and resolve the matter of my father and only then, you can send me back to my life."

"There's no need for us to have that conversation. I've already decided that you're leaving and that's what will happen."

"Not before you promise me that you won't let Mercier do anything to my father."

"I won't make any promises... he will suffer the consequences of his actions and choices!"

"You took advantage of my father, that's what you did..."

"Me? Really?"

"Yes, you!"

"Stella... look at me."

"I'm looking."

"I don't take advantage of anyone... I simply don't let an opportunity pass, and you shouldn't let yours pass either."

"No."

"If you say no one more time... you will stay here in this mansion, but instead of being my wife, you will only be a worthless maid!"

"Worthless maid? Like Lola?"

Megan became furious and showed her anger by squeezing my neck with her hand.

"Respect her!" she yelled at me.

"I will certainly respect her... only if she does what I asked."

Megan let go of me and took a deep breath, seeming to control her anger.

"Do you like Lola?" I asked as soon as I caught my breath.

And she shook her head negatively.

"Then why do you defend her like that?"

"Because she was there when I needed her."

"I see... those moments when she comforted you," I said angrily, already imagining everything that could have happened between them. "Or those moments when you did whatever you wanted with her?!"

"Exactly."

"So... she will never do that for you again!"

"You wish... you didn't have the courage."

"Yes... I did. I demanded that she stop giving in to you."

Megan held me tightly by the forearms and pulled me away from the refrigerator.

"Ouch, you...!"

"If you insult my mother... I will rip out your tongue."

"You're despicable!"

Megan forgot about the refrigerator, grabbed me, and pushed me against the counter. Her mouth pressed against mine, and she started kissing me desperately.

I ended up reciprocating the kiss after resisting for a long time.

She was taking out all the anger I had provoked on my lips, poor lips, they deserved more tenderness, but no, she wouldn't stop, she would continue forcing me to reciprocate in the way that pleased her.

She released my forearms, and her hands lifted my shirt, touching and stimulating my breasts. She squeezed and aroused me. Her crazy mouth continued on mine.

I resisted her new advances and pushed her away.

"Enough already!"

"It's not enough!" she shouted angrily, held onto me, and started kissing me again like a madwoman.

I resisted once again, and Megan grabbed my curls aggressively.

"Now you will be mine no matter what... I can't stand being rejected by you anymore. I will fuck you, whether you like it or not."

Her hand moved down, pinching my stomach and then delving between my legs.

"Don't do this, Megan?!"

"I will, and then I will do it as many times as I want... you belong to me!"

And she touched me deeply...

I woke up in shock and opened my eyes, already facing the sunlight coming through the bedroom window.

I touched myself and realized that I was sweating and my body was completely wet. My breathing was irregular, I was trembling, my head was spinning.

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