"Of course," he said, his thick finger worming around in and out of her damp, dilated passage now.
"And… and you'll help me… even with making Antoine understand?" she stammered.
"I told you I would, didn't I?"
"Oh… yes… Oh God…" she gasped, as vile, tingling sensations began to spread throughout her whole body.
"Damn!" he hissed, pushing his mouth against hers, his open lips engulfing her soft, wet ones, and then slowly he withdrew his finger from her vagina and she whimpered in the confused, unfulfilled passion he had aroused in her unwanting body. Dear God in heaven, she had to get out of here and think! Merciful Mother, what was she going to do now?
And a wicked spasm trembled Gaston Larreau's coarse body.
CHAPTER TWO
Antoine Poirier was delighted with the way Uncle Gaston had taken to his Madeleine from the very beginning, immediately accepting her and making her feel as one of the family. He was worried for fear that it would not go that way at all. Madeleine not being of the select social class from which his benefactor had insisted he choose a wife when that time came; in fact, hers could hardly be called even the lower middle class, her father being nothing more than a fisherman. It hadn't been an act of defiance on his part, for Lord knows, he felt greatly indebted to this man who had taken him in following the brutal death of his parents, treating him as he might his own son, had there been one, even to giving him the finest of education at McGill University; no, it had simply been love… of the head-over-heels variety, and upon first sight at that; then, Uncle Gaston had amazed him by understanding.
Antoine had found her in a small restaurant where she waited on table and where he took lunch only occasionally, until that day. The rest was inevitable, for as she had told him some two weeks later when he asked her to become his wife, she had loved him from the first moment she saw him.