Misery of Forbidden Love

SAMANTHA They say a rich man falling in love with a poor woman happens only in movies, but I beg to differ. If that was true, I wouldn't be cuddling on this old, double-sized bed of mine with the country's third-richest bachelor, Steven Langerfield. The sole heir to Langerfield Development Corporation (LDC), the biggest construction company in North America. Even though he was wealthy, I never felt low or intimidated in front of him. All I could feel was his overflowing love. He never lets me feel that we are from a different world. That I was from the world of rags, and he was from the world of riches. Steve moved back a little to give himself space to look at me and captured my chin between his fingers, gently pushing it upward until our eyes met. His enticing grayish-blue eyes were boring into mine, making me melt within his touch. "I love you so much, Sam. I'm sorry if we have to hide our relationship. I promise you, soon we will be free. I will show you to the world. Show them how lucky I am that the most beautiful woman in the world loves me." Steve's low, passionate voice made the butterflies in my stomach flutter. I slightly moved my head up, putting our faces on the same level, and smiled sweetly. "Why me, Steve? I'm just a cashier in your favorite coffee shop. I don't even make your coffee," I implored. Steve was surrounded by rich, elegant, and beautiful women, but why would he choose someone ordinary like me? Steve began caressing my cheek with the back of his hand and said, "I don't know. The moment you welcomed me with that warm smile of yours, my world ceased moving. And after that short encounter, it's all you, I could ever think of." He stopped stroking my cheek and narrowed his eyes. "Maybe you cast a spell on me?" I gave his chest a playful swat. "Jerk!" I scoffed playfully, then Steve instantly captured my lips with his, and I accepted it with all my heart, just like the situation he's putting me in, dating secretly. He said he's planning something for us, and once it's done, we can live a life like a normal couple—no more hiding. I trusted Steve's every word because I knew how much he loved me. I could tell from the way he was kissing me and the way he was caressing my body, filled with raw passion. Steve slowly slid his hand under my tank top while devouring my mouth. His velvety tongue, moving hungrily inside, tasting every part of it his tongue could reach, and all I could do was to reciprocate his intense hunger. His hand stopped below my breast, cupping it, and using his thumb, he gently played with my stiff bud. I did not bother to wear a bra since it was my day off today, which means it was a day-off for Steve too. He arranged his schedule based on my schedule to ensure that he would have time for me no matter how swamped he was at work. That's how much he loves me. He values our time together. Steve refrained from kissing me and gave my right bosom a light squeeze with a curious expression. "Did you gain weight? It feels bigger," he asked, paired with a nasty smile. "You don't like it?" I asked, pouting, pretending to be sad. I'm not sure if I did, for I haven't changed my eating habits, but if he said it felt bigger, maybe it was. Steve shifted his position on top of me after assessing my boob and said softly, "I love every millimeter of your body Sam," he whispered, his warm breath fanning on my flushed face, making it burn more with desire. Then he tore my top impatiently like a beast who couldn't wait to get a taste of its prey. He lowered his head and devoured my left bump while his right hand continued to play with my right breast. I ran my hands through his golden hair and hung on to it for dear life as he sucked and nibbled on my aching peak. "Aaaah..." I moaned as he rolled my berry in between his thumb and forefinger and gave it a light pinch. Satisfied, he moved his mouth on the other breast and gave it the same attention as the other one while his left hand carried out its function on my deserted bud. I looked down and watched Steve as he continued to laved my aching peak with mind-blowing pleasure. "That's enough," I uttered softly and pulled his head up to the same level as mine. Once his face was fixed over my face, I reached for the hem of his shirt and tugged it off. "I want to see all of you," I said without shame, and Steve understood it was an order. He smirked. "Yes, captain." Steve knelt on the bed and began to unfasten his belt, and in one swift motion, he pushed his pants and underwear down, exposing his proud thickness. He wiggled out of his lower garments the second it reached his ankle, and without warning, he pulled my shorts and underwear down in a flash and tossed them on the floor. "I want to see all of you too. What is mine." He muttered possessively and vividly stared at my body as if he was memorizing my anatomy. "You are so damn perfect. How can I be so lucky?" I chuckled at his words, at his funny statement. Seriously, he thought he was the lucky one here? Steve raised an eyebrow when he heard me, and without saying anything, he bent his body, his face an inch closer to the heart of my femininity. I closed my eyes in anticipation of what was going to happen next. I felt Steve's strong hands pressing on my thighs and slowly parted them, giving him more access. The excitement began to build up in my stomach, knowing what he was doing now, even though my eyes were closed. Before he engaged himself in fully pleasuring me, Steve had a habit of staring at my jewel for a while, as if he was looking at the most precious treasure in the world. Even though I feel so vulnerable whenever he does it, like he's looking through my soul, I never stopped him from doing it because that was his way of claiming me. By memorizing every inch of my body. And I did the same for him. We both knew every mark and every mole we had on our skin. That is how familiar we are with each other. Despite the fact that we've been together for only 6 months, it seems like we already know each other for years, making us both believe that we are soulmates. After a few seconds of waiting, I hitched a breath when I felt his fingers parted the lips of the mouth of my arousal. His tongue started to move magically, sending waves of pleasure deep within my core. "Steve..." I moaned from the ecstasy of his lustful action, making me beg for more. "Steve, please," I pleaded. "Someone is in a hurry tonight," he grumbled against my gem, and that slight vibration caused by his grumbling made my inner walls clenched. Steve gave my pearl a final flick of his tongue before he ascended on top of me. "I love you so much, Samantha Bartley. Just be patient. We are almost there." Steve's sincere and loving eyes, piercing straight into mine, convinced me to believe in him. I asked him once what he was planning for us, but he refused to answer. He just told me to trust him. After that, I did not bother to ask him again and gave him my complete trust, just like what he asked of me. I entwined my hand around his neck before I nodded and answered him, "I love you too, and I trust you." We both smiled at each other, and then I pulled his neck, causing his thin pinkish lips to crash into mine. And as he slid his tongue inside my mouth, I felt his stone-hard member plunge into my soaking wet core at the same time. Steve drew his head back and began to pound on me. "f**k, you always feel so tight!" he muttered between his gritted teeth and scooped my legs in his arms, spreading me more, allowing him to dig deeper. "Aaah... Steve..." I moaned and grasped the sheet when he started to move faster and banged into me harder. Stars were popping everywhere from Steve's incredible act of romance, and I could feel my inner walls tighten as the apex of my desire was starting to build up. I squeezed my eyes shut, arched my back, and curled my toes when the sensation of satisfaction was about to come. "Look at me!" Steve growled, and I immediately obeyed, and the moment our eyes met, he gave me a powerful thrust that ignited the fire, the only fire that could cause my body to shiver and explode with great bliss. Steve buried his head in the crook of my neck while he was filling me up with his warm essence, with my legs still trapped in his masculine arms. I wrapped my arms around him tightly as I enjoyed this moment—both satisfied. Once he was sure that he emptied all of his seeds, he carefully let go of my legs and raised his head. He planted a gentle kiss on my lips and whispered, "I love you," he confessed passionately, brushing the tip of his pointed nose against mine. "I love you too," I replied. My voice came out breathy as I spoke, spent from our heated romance. Steve rolled to my side and pulled me close to him, snuggling my head against his chest. Then he grabbed the blanket from his side of the floor and covered our bareness, and aside from the blanket, he wrapped his arm around me, providing me with an incredible amount of warmth and comfort. Making me unconsciously fall asleep under the warmness and safety of his embrace. However, before I could fall asleep deeply, the door of my studio apartment crashed open, startling Steve and me. I saw a man in a black suit step back after he forcefully opened the door, then an elegant woman stepped inside. While she was standing by the door, I could see her head gracefully moving around my apartment, but not clear enough to see her profile, since the only light source in the room was the small lamp at my side, making it difficult to see her face from the doorstep. She proceeded to walk inside, walking as refined as royalty, and her composure screamed power. As the woman came closer, Steve tightened his arm around me, and I had a bad feeling about that. My eyes widened in disbelief, and my heart started to beat so fast as if it would pop out of my chest the moment I recognized who had just invaded my home. The reason why Steve kept our relationship secret. Steven's cold-hearted mom.