Free The Gypsy King by Morgan Rush

you’re not here, late at night, drinking, because you want a Rodell man for yourself, but I’m the one you really want, not prissy little Ahndray?”
    He got up, walked over to where Emelie was
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    sitting and stood behind her, close enough that he knew she could feel his breath on her hair. He put his hand on her forehead and ran it back over the top of her head while rubbing her shoulder with the other hand. “Your sister has everything a woman could want, Emelie. I am offering her a family, a happy future here with me and you know how well I will take care of her. She will live a very comfortable life with me here in Lourmarin.
    But now you tell me she is a whore and is
    fornicating with my brother. Maybe it’s really you that wants more. Maybe you want a little more than you’ve been getting from the boys in your school, eh?”
    He stood beside her and pushed his bulge
    toward the side of her face. He rubbed his
    growing crotch against her shoulder and laughed.
    He smiled as he watched Emelie unwrap her arms from around her upper chest and put them both on the table.
    He moved behind her chair, massaged her
    shoulders and, without hesitation, briskly ran his hand down Emelie’s blouse, dragging his fingers along her chest and down to her twitching,
    abundant nipple. He cupped her breast in his hand and began kneading it slowly while rolling the nipple beneath his fingers hungrily. He felt a surge of heat in his cock, and decided in that instant, that he was going to take what was being thrown at him, either by that bitch, Veronique, or 77

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    her hot little slut sister. “Now Veronique is also taking the one thing that you always wanted for yourself. Isn’t that right?” He asked her sweetly, his breath cloying and hot on top of her head.
    She nodded slowly as his hands squeezed and groped her breasts, then pinched her nipples until they hurt.
    “Maybe it’s a good time to get a little revenge of your own?” Leone asked, pushing one hand
    deeper down her chest to her belly, making her jump. He pushed almost his entire hand down her shirt, rubbing his arm hair against her nipples as he forged toward the upper lip of her skirt. He could smell her fear.
    “If I can’t have my Veronique’s virgin pussy, maybe I can have her sister’s? Maybe you’re here to give it to me, Emelie?” He growled and pulled her chin back so she was looking up at his face, then kissed her hard on her mouth. He squeezed her cheeks until she opened her mouth and he glared into her eyes. He gripped her tighter, pursed his lips together and let a long, bubbly pearl of spit drip from his lips into her trembling mouth. He smiled as she swallowed reflexively, trying not to cough and gag.

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Emelie tasted the wine and cigarettes and had no choice but to keep her mouth open and let him 78

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    shove his tongue deeply into hers. She held his kiss longer than she ever thought she possibly could, then twisted away slowly, stood up, and tilted her head the way her sexy sister had done hundreds of times. “Why don’t you get us some more wine, Leone, while I go to the wash room?”
    She purred with everything she had. She could barely stand without leaning and spinning.
    His sly grin told her everything she needed to know and she was surprised he was this easy. As he went to the kitchen, Emelie straightened herself up while listening closely to Leone humming, banging around like a bull in a barn full of cows.
    She knew all four floors of the Rodell house like the back of her hand. She had played in this house as a child, she and Ahndray had studied together many times in both the downstairs library and the upstairs drawing room.
    As soon as she heard Leone begin uncorking a bottle in the kitchen, she swiftly went through the hall to the study, then through the back wing to the utility room, out the French doors leading to the patio, bounded over the double hedges and ran as fast as she could