My Sweet Punishment by Amelia Brooks (best book club books of all time .TXT) 📕

Henry

       This night, my only goal was to get the girl out of my mind once and for all. And since she was still around, there were only a few ways I could do it: get drunk enough to pass out when I got back to my room, or go back to the same room, but not alone. And I decided to stop at the second option.

       I even left half an hour earlier like a coward. If I see her again – I’ll just snap, throw her over my shoulder like a barbarian; spread her on the wide bed, and...

       I had enough of that incident in the car on the way to the conference. I allowed myself to embarrass the little girl a little. And in the end... because of the stupid driver, who I did not know then whether to thank him or fire, I was left with a stone boner.

      My infinite patience is bursting with every minute in her company. Catalina sat down with me on the yacht, and I thought this was my chance. The woman is beautiful, indeed. In our circles, such ladies are called purebred. And she was good in bed. I still remember her fucking head-snapping blow job.

       But still, she’s not the same, not her. And even now, sitting as close to me as possible, all her touches did not cause me anything but disgust. I closed my eyes, imagining the soft hand of another dark-haired nymph stroking my fly.

       And I became instantly aroused. My trousers felt tight just thinking about her… Catalina purred contentedly as she sensed my reaction to “her” actions.

       The next moment I opened my eyes and found the frail figure of the girl wandering on board. And here she was the one who’s guilty of my bodily torment. She was seeking me. I grinned, still watching her from afar.

       The crowd parted a little, and Mia turned in our direction.

     The hot air was instantly knocked out of my lungs. What the...?! Who allowed it? I almost roared like a dragon. Forgot to get dressed, you mean girl?! My gaze shifted to the group of men standing a few meters away from the girl and ogling her naked back.

       My first thought was to jump up and throw the bastards away like an angry bull and... And really, what’s next, Henry? She’s already made it clear to you that she doesn’t need you. With all your tackles and money.

       Fuck it all! I turned my attention back to Catalina, who was already practically sitting on my lap, snuggling up to me with her outstanding D-cup breast. Today I will get an outlet and not from my own fist.

       I allowed myself one last look in the girl’s direction, but… She was no longer there. As well as the company standing nearby! Holy shit!

      I don’t remember how I took off and was already pressed one of the bastards I’d caught out of the crowd against the wall. The terrified guy swore to me that there was no girl with them and, in fact, they came with their ladies.

      I shoved the guy away and stopped at the spot where the girl had been standing a few minutes ago. Almost at the side. My heart skipped a beat when I suddenly saw a small piece of burgundy fabric caught on the rail.

     “Man overboard!” I stopped a passing waiter abruptly, pulling off my jacket with trembling hands. And the next second, I jumped into the cold water.

      What have you done, girl?! When I surfaced, I tried to focus my eyes on the direction the yacht was coming from. And prayed to God that the little Mia could swim. I dived into the water a dozen times, but the result was the same – the girl was nowhere to be found.

       I turned off the disturbing emotions that were eating me through like acid. I swam a couple of meters forward and dived again.

      I pulled the girl’s pale, lifeless body onto the deck. But nobody was in a hurry to help me. Everyone just crowded around us, moaning and wailing. And there wasn’t a fucking doctor on board, of course!

       No, you can’t get rid of me that easily, little Mia. I just found you, and I’m not going to lose you again.

       Knowing that every second counts, I began to press on the girl’s chest, breathing oxygen into her lungs. But time passed inexorably, and Mia still showed no signs of life.

      “Poor girl,” came a voice from the side. “She was so young and…”

       I barked angrily at the nearby “suicides”, still performing CPR.

       Come on, girl. You’re strong. I know that. I pressed down hard on the fragile body again, and finally, the long-awaited cough came. With trembling hands, I held the frightened but still gasping girl tightly to me.

       “Breathe, honey, breathe,” I say, stroking her back, trying to calm her or myself. I don’t know.

     Ten minutes later, we were on the pier, where an ambulance was already waiting for us. On the yacht, I wrapped the girl in all sorts of towels, trying to warm her up.

       I kept Mia off her feet and carried her in my arms all the time. Even though she kept proving to me that she could walk on her own. But I refused to listen to her at all. First of all, it wasn’t hard for me. And secondly... I had a strong fear. The fear that I would let her go and she would disappear again.