True Love
(Book 3) – Chapter 115

Jean leads a hand to Zoé’s s*x, the girl gasps as she feels the folds of her v****a being invaded.

-Jean! No, stop. But her words sounded more like m***s than a request.

-No, beautiful. I’m going to eat your p***y.

And with those last words, the blond quickly reached the v-zone of her body. He spread Zoé’s legs, attacking her p***y directly. Hearing her m**n louder as she arched her body more towards Jean’s mouth.

-Ahhhh! For God’s sake, if you stop I swear I’ll choke you. She screamed at him, clutching the pillow.

The Frenchman ate her p***y with eagerness, clinging to her buttocks leaving the visible red mark of his hands. Jean felt his wife’s body tighten, her legs spread even wider.

Her breathing became faster, followed by the brunette arching her body along with a small scream she gave just as she was cumming in her husband’s mouth. Jean’s tongue savoured the inner lips of her v****a to the full, the sounds it made were so vulgar and erotic that it made him harder than he already was.

Seeing that Zoé was no longer convulsing or squirming the blond pulled away from her leaving a resounding k**s on her v****a. Leaving a trail of k****s over her abdomen to the valley of her breasts, he reached her mouth.

Zoe, feeling her husband’s tongue inside hers, could taste her own flavour… which caused her belly to shudder, why did she crave this man inside her? She wanted Jean Dubois to be the first in her life. But why did her sane side tell her not to fall into this Frenchman’s nets?

Jean’s k****s were enveloping her like a cocoon, while he settled between her legs rather slowly. She felt as if he was probing the area, as if he was going slowly so as not to be rejected by her.

He moved down to her neck, rubbing the hardness of her s*x against the exposed skin of what was the flower of her v****a.

-Ah! God! Stop! She begged, pulling his body closer.

-It’s not what your body wants, let me make love to you. Let me be inside you.

-It’s just that I don’t…

-Come on Zoé, let me. I want to be inside you.

-Jean… no… no… I can’t. -I can’t.

The brunette pushed him away, to run off to the bathroom… leaving Jean lying face up on the bed. The blond wondered what the f**k he was doing wrong for her to reject him so many times, why didn’t she want to get to that part?

Had she really been raped? It had to be the reason why she wouldn’t let him finish… it was frustrating, he didn’t know how much longer he would wait for her… for the first time in his life he had gone so many days without f*****g a woman.

But the Frenchman only wanted her… no one else.

In the morning Maya left the room assigned to her, carrying her suitcase in her hand. Since Zoé and Jean were not at home, she asked Adrien to take her back to the flat.

The blond met her halfway up the stairs, giving her a beaming smile. Since they had spent the night before together.

-Ready?

-Yes. -Answer.

They both left the house, and when they got to the building… instead of pressing the button for Jean’s flat, Adrien pressed his own flat.

-Where are we going? She asks him.

-To my flat. You’ll stay with me.

-Why?

-You don’t want to interrupt the bride and groom, they just got married.

-But…

-Say no more.

She said when the lift door opened… the couple entered the blond’s residence, leaving Maya very surprised. The boy’s house was just as luxurious as his brother’s.

-I hope you feel comfortable here.

-Your house is very nice.

-Thank you! He smiles at her.

Maya takes a few steps looking around, when she feels the blond’s strong arms wrap around her abdomen. She cradles her face in the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of his skin.

-I’m crazy to make you mine.

-Adrien…

-I plan to make love to you all this weekend.

-Oh, god! She m***s as she feels the blond lower his hand to her s*x. -We’ve just arrived.

-And I plan to give you the welcome you deserve, beautiful brunette.

The blond dragged her to his room in the same position they were in… when they got to the bed they lay down on it. And like madmen they began to strip off all their clothes like hungry primitives.

At night, Zoé had spent most of the day alone in that cabin… she was upset and frustrated. Her cursed husband had gone off to who knows where, leaving her in a place she knew nothing about. If you just looked outside you could see forest.

According to Jean, there were more cabins a few miles away. Some occupied, some not.

He also told her that there was a stream nearby where you could swim freely. She wanted to see these places, walk around, even swim for a while.

But no. She was confined to that hut, and because she was too afraid of getting lost, she didn’t dare to go out anywhere. And there she was, sitting on the small porch of the hut swinging on a small hanging sofa.

Night was coming on fast, she was wrapped in a blanket trying to keep the cold away from her body. She sighed deeply, she was so angry. Suddenly she heard a noise coming from the side of the house, as she turned she noticed a boy walking towards her.

Zoe was startled, getting to her feet quickly… thinking she should have stayed locked in the house.

-I’m sorry, I don’t mean to scare you. The young man says, holding up his hands. -I just need some information. She noticed that he was carrying a backpack.

-What information? She frowns, keeping her distance.

-I’m looking for the Madison cabin.

-I don’t know it.

-I’ve been looking for two hours. He smiles ruefully.

-There are a lot of cabins on that side.

-That’s where I come from, but none of the ones I’ve passed are the ones I’m looking for. The boy scratches his head.

-I’m sorry, I don’t know how to help you.

-Don’t worry, I…

-What’s going on here?

Jean’s voice is present between Zoé and the stranger… the girl gives a jump while the young man doesn’t even flinch.

-Jean!

-Who are you? Why are you here?

-Excuse me, I’m looking for the Madison family.

-They’re to the south. He answers, standing next to his wife, and focusing on the guy with a murderous look.

-I’m so sorry, I’ve lost my sense of direction. Thank you and excuse me.

The boy, a little embarrassed, takes the path Jean indicated, entering the somewhat dark forest.

Zoe catches the young man and then is grabbed by the arm forcefully by her husband… the girl didn’t understand anything, she could only see those blue eyes looking at her as if they wanted to kill her. But well, what did she miss?

-What the f**k are you doing out here?

-What’s wrong with you? I was bored in there and wanted to go out for a while, what’s the problem?

-The problem is what just happened, a stranger comes in and you’re out here like it’s nothing. -Are you crazy? he claims angrily.

-You’re hurting me, let me go!

-No.

He pulls her into the hut, slamming the door shut… that’s when he reluctantly lets her go.

-You’ve gone mad, that boy didn’t do anything to me. He was just lost.

-He could have done something else to you, don’t you think things through? What the f**k did it cost you to stay in here?

-WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO TELL ME, YOU IDIOT! She shouts at him in disgust. -You leave without saying a word to me, leaving me alone in this place, with nothing to do, you selfish idiot!

He clenches his jaw in rage, the truth is that he hadn’t been so upset that she was outside. He was more bothered by the fact that she was alone with another man. And he suspected that those feelings were jealousy, he couldn’t deny it himself, he was very possessive and even more so with that woman.

-I don’t want you to go out alone again, is that clear to you Zoe Dubois?

The girl’s lips curled into a thin line when she heard her name in conjunction with his surname,… coming from Jean’s lips it seemed as if she all belonged to him. He was too possessive, she hadn’t realised how much he was.

-Don’t order me around, I don’t have to pretend to be your wife here. Here you and I are nothing. The brunette let go with serious and firm words.

Those words were like a jug of cold water on the Frenchman… nothing? A voice in his head repeated… nothing? He asked himself again. The muscle in his jaw tightened, and the vein in his forehead grew more intense.