LUST LOVE: Slave To The Billionaire CEO

Pressing on Derrick's shoulder to calm him down, he says

"I promise to get her back, to right my wrongs and make her free again...bring her back in this mansion, where she belongs" It was a promise, the one he would break, not in his next life. Derrick nods, wiping away the tears.

"I am ready to take over the company now," he told him.

Mr Wright was taken aback by his sudden declaration, not like his mind but he never thought of hearing him say such, not in a million years.

"It's all yours... go get it," he said and tapped on his shoulder proudly and happily. There was no smile on Derrick's face, he was willing to go the extra mile to get his sister to do it. But first, he needs to talk with her and get things straight.

*At Keane's mansion*

Smiles lay down on the royal blue sofa with Keane on top. He wasn't moving, he just stayed there, resting his on her soft chest while listening to the sound of her heart beating.

He was still inside her, not willing to put out. She's the only place he will love to rest when he's lonely and when he needs someone. The only place he would love to bury himself, listening to her heart beating to his every touch and kiss. Footsteps could be here coming towards them. Smiles were quick to look away, embarrassed by their sudden appearance.

It was Bruce and the butler, they didn't look away, they had no shame and it wasn't something new just they were shocked seeing him in the open. Keane is like the responsible guy. He always does it behind closed doors but this... they just couldn't explain.

Keane knew they were coming, and he was quick to cover her tiny figure under his big one, making sure there was nothing left for them to see.

"get everyone out... now," he said in an authoritative tone.

"And you two...tell them to come back tomorrow" he finished and turned her face to meet his gaze. She was crimson red in embarrassment.

He takes her in for a kiss not minding the fact that the two men were still watching.

With no other commands, they walk away proceeding to get his orders carried out.

He kept kissing her, making sure to savor her every taste.

His dick in her pussy was screaming hard begging for a release.

He pushes in and out of her, making sure to be gentle knowing her body is sore from too much sex but he just wasn't satisfied with just a round, maybe two or more would be good for the day.

His movement was gentle at first but with every push, the desire to do more than just be gentle kicks in and he increases his pace slamming in and out of her.

Their moans were all over, echoing.

He didn't stop until he came for the second time but he didn't stop, there was one more round left.

She was too exhausted to cry out loud, only her soft moans could be heard as he thrust in and out of her.

She hasn't been eating and that alone was one of the reasons for her weakness.

But if she's to die, then, she prefers to die on him.

He wasn't deaf not knowing she was super exhausted. Her response said it all.

With one last thrust, they both came trembling.

She lost consciousness afterward.

He carries her in his arms and climbs up the stairs to her room directly into the bath where he prepares a hot bath, with her still in his arms. Her calm and sleeping face was so peaceful. Her lips were swollen because of his roughness yet they were super alluring.

What's with her that can't seem to get enough?

That keeps on calling him, urging him to taste more of her.

He gently placed her into the warm water supporting her head with his left hand while the right washed her body, cleaning every part of her. Truth is, she is the first person he's taking care of. And this is the second time she's lost consciousness of his roughness. But he didn't mind.

He carries her out of the bath and lays her down on the bed, wiping off her body that's well-designed with hickeys everywhere.

Getting a t-shirt and pants, he wore them silently tracing her body curves, somehow, he felt pleased doing it.

This got him wondering why Derrick was so bent on setting her free from him. What's he up to? He grimaced in thought.

Knowing who Derrick is, he doesn't meddle in others' affairs but this feels strange, somehow and he can't shrug off the feeling even though he wants to.

They have been friends since childhood together with Bruce. Bruce is the oldest being thirty-five and then twenty-seven with just Keane being a month older than Derrick.

They have never had any disagreements, and even though Keane is always the bossy type, they never complain.

This only made him even more conscious. Deep down, he believes there's something Derrick is not telling him and he wonders why.

Tugging her under the sheet, he stares at the girl for a long time, without blinking.

There, he saw it... the image of Aunt Fiona came staring at him in the face it had always been but he was just too blind to see.

Her familiarity with Aunt Fiona and Derrick's sudden change could only mean one thing, Smiles is Aunt Fiona's child that she died giving birth to and Derrick's sister... 'cause Derrick had ever and only shown his anger on matters that concern his sister and this just sounds right.