What were once regarded as bedroom secrets have become dinner party small talk. So, no, I wasn't shocked. I admit, though, I was surprised. Valerie wa... forty-two. She had been my closest friend for so long I'm not sure I can even recall how we first met. Over our monthly lunches we often exchanged confidences about our personal lives but this was the first time Valerie had invoked our friendship in order to make a request of this nature. She said she had deliberated for some time before asking,. And I wasn't prepared for what I saw either, as vivacious and full of life as Madeline had been, she was hardly a shell of her former self as she sat looking at me with her face seemingly frozen in time. What Janice had told me however was true, even though she was unable to speak, or even really acknowledge my presence in any way, I saw a slight movement in her hand as it quivered in her lap, a look in her eyes that told me she was still fully aware of everything, and even brightened somewhat. I felt him jam into me and his cock hit somewhere deep in me. His pelvis hit my ass and I was hit with a sharp pain that ran through me like a lightning bolt. It felt like he hit my stomach. I groaned in pain and bit the mattress. "That what you wanted?" He growled, grabbing my ass in both hands. "Fuck yes!" I wined. "Don't stop now! Fuck me!" I felt the mattress rubbing against my face as he started to pound my ass with fury. He only slowed enough to grab my arms. Pulling them. ’ Surprised at her vehemence, Cole leaned a hip against an out-of-tune pianoforte and quirked an enquiring eyebrow. He waited, watching as Sophie’s lips thinned, her body canting away from him as a slipper-clad foot retreated beneath her gown. Finally, she straightened and raised a brow of her own. ‘You know she adored being the Countess of Rochedale.’ This, Cole had to admit, was true. Never had he met anyone who had enjoyed wielding power over others more. And if that meant Bella would be.