Chapter Forty-One
Marcus
D inner is over, thank fucking God. I throw my napkin on the table. “Mom, Gigi and I will be right back to help clear.”
“No rush,” she replies. “Dominic and I have it handled.”
I nod, taking Gigi’s hand and leaning into her ear. My voice drops to a whisper. “Bedroom, right now.”
Without waiting for a reply, I guide her down the hallway, my grip firm but not rough. Once we’re inside, I shut the door, locking it behind us. As I turn to face her, I catch a flicker of something in her eyes—fear? Uncertainty? Whatever it is, it sends a thrill through me, making me even harder than I already am.
“Are you okay?”
“You caused a scene at dinner, princess.”
She jabs a finger toward the door, voice low but furious. “That man was about to see what I’m capable of. I was fucking pissed, Marcus.”
I grab her outstretched wrist, her eyes shooting to where we’re connected. “I know you were,” I say, my voice steady but low. “But he’s not worth it, Gigi.”
“I’ll always defend you, and I’ll always defend myself.” Her words are defiant, but I yank her close, her body slamming against mine. She’s breathless now, chest heaving, breasts pressing into me. The fire in her eyes, the way she stood up to my father—fuck, it turns me on more than I can handle.
Her breathing is ragged, her lips parted. My control is slipping, fast. “I’m sorry,” she whispers.
“Don’t you dare be sorry.” My lips are hovering above hers; we’re both breathless. “Just tell me one thing, princess. Were you wet when I had my hand on your thigh trying to shut you up?”
A forced “yes” blows across my lips from her mouth, and that’s all it takes. In one swift movement, I pin her against the wall, gathering her wrists above her head. My mouth crashes into hers, all restraint shattered. Her body arches into mine, her kiss matching the intensity of my own, like we’ve both been holding back, waiting for something to break between us.
She nips at my bottom lip and I fucking lose it. I grab her and lift her, pressing her against the wall. Her ass fits perfectly in my hands as I hold her in place. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I feel her squirm against me, searching for friction.
I press my cock against her, and the moan that comes from her has me almost coming right then and there.
“If I were to slide my fingers under those little panties of yours, would you still be wet for me?” I growl into her ear.
“Fuck,” she whispers. “Yes, Marcus, yes, I would be.” Her head tilts back as I lay a line of kisses from her collarbone to her jaw. “Please.”
“Please what, princess? Say the word and I’ll bury my fingers so deep in that cunt that you’ll forget your name.”
She looks at me with hooded eyes, lowering her feet to the floor. Her green eyes have a look in them I’ve never seen before. A look of seduction, of want, and it is so fucking hard right now not to undo my pants and fuck her. My hand slides up her thigh, the material of her dress gathering at my wrist.
“Please, prince, touch me.”
I move my hand to the waistband of her thong and rip it from her body. A look of shock comes over her face as she sucks in a breath.
“I hate underwear.”
I throw the fabric to the floor and raise my fingers to her mouth. “Open.”
She does it with a look of obedience in her eyes that drives me insane. I force my fingers in, hitting the back of her tongue. She fights her gag reflex, and my dick twitches in my jeans. I remove my fingers and place my hand on her pussy, sliding a digit inside. “Goddamn, you are soaked right now.”
“I can’t help it. Fuck, Marcus, I want to come.” Her voice is filled with desperation.
I add another finger, working in and out of her. I place my thumb on her clit, pressing with each stroke. Her eyes roll back the first time I hit her g-spot. I watch every change on her face, wanting to consume every breath, every moan coming from her mouth. I’ve pictured her in this moment for weeks, and now that I’m experiencing it outside of my imagination, I know this won’t be the only time.
“Right there.” Her voice breaks at the request. I concentrate my movements where she wants it most and I’m rewarded with her breaths coming faster and she moans. I cover her mouth with my free hand.
“Quiet, princess. No one else gets to hear you come but me.” Her legs shake and her eyes squeeze shut.
Her body shudders as her orgasm crashes over her, her pussy clenching around my fingers. I watch every moment, absorbing every noise coming from her, every flutter of her breath. She’s beautiful, flushed and trembling in my arms, her nails biting into my skin.
I remove my hand from her mouth and place my lips on hers. Her hand moves to the back of my head, forcing me closer. She’s still full of lust, like I just opened Pandora’s box with her orgasm. I feel her fingers at my belt.
“Princess…”
“Please,” she whispers as she lowers to kneel in front of me, her hand moving to the zipper of my jeans. “Let me make you feel good.”
I groan, my resolve crumbling. “So well-behaved when you want something. Take out my cock, Gigi.” I watch her eyes light up as she pulls down my boxers, my cock springing free. Her gaze trails over me with what looks like excitement.
“Shit,” she breathes. “This is the most gorgeous cock I’ve ever seen.”
Her hand wraps around me, and I tilt her chin up, her mouth already open. “Fuck,” I mutter as I slide in, her mouth warm and wet around me.
“Look at you, my little princess, on her knees for me. Taking my cock so well. Use that defiant mouth and make me come.”
She nods and I begin to move. I start out slow, until I can’t hold back. Her mouth feels too good, so I brace myself against the wall, thrusting deeper, her lips tight around my length. Her eyes stay locked on mine, and that connection alone threatens to undo me.
“I’m going to come,” I warn her. “And you’re going to swallow every drop.”
I look down, and her bright eyes are glossed over with tears, her mascara running down her cheeks as I come. She’s never been so beautiful. She fights for air as I pump into her mouth, swallowing around my cock. Once my orgasm passes and I’m trying to steady myself, I look down as she leans back, collecting the cum on her chin that escaped her mouth on her fingers and then licking them clean.
“Shit, Gigi, that’s obscene.”
She comes back up to her knees and licks my dick from base to tip. “I didn’t want to waste anything.” She kisses the tip. “Was that good?” Her eyes are tentative, cautious. Holy fuck, this woman could be my undoing.
“Fucking hell, princess, it was absolutely perfect.”
She smiles with a look of satisfaction, and if I’m not careful, I’ll get hard again. So, I lean down, pick her up, and carry her into the bathroom. I set her on her feet, turn on the shower, then stand behind her to lower the zipper on her sundress.
“No bra today?” I tease.
“You hate underwear, I hate bras.” She shrugs.
I kiss the freckles on her shoulder, then take my clothes off. I let her step into the shower first, following behind her. I wet my hand, running my fingers across her cheeks to rinse away her mascara, then grab her body wash from the shelf and begin to wash her, running my hands over her smooth skin. She watches me, her eyes soft and curious.
“You don’t have to do that, prince.”
“Yes, I do.”
“Why?”
“Let’s just say I need to make sure you’re taken care of after what we just did.”
“But I’m okay. More than okay.” She sighs. “I’m not sure I have words for how good that was. Top-notch.”
“G.”
“What?”
“Shut up and let me do this.”
She looks back at me and smiles. “Okay.”
“This fake marriage will go a lot more smoothly if you don’t question me.”
She twists to slap my chest. “Using my words, huh? Touche.”
I smile and finish washing her skin. We’re both quiet and it feels like things changed a little bit between us. She seems comfortable. I feel good taking care of her. Touching her feels natural. When I dragged her to our room, I only wanted her to realize that fighting with my father will get her nowhere. But when her anger was still there, and I remembered how her skin felt under my hand when I was trying to get her to stop arguing, I let go of my control. I’m not sure I’m even mad about that right now.
As I run the soap over her wet skin, I revel in how she feels under my hands. It’s my first chance to explore her body. Her curves are perfect, her breasts are full, and she’s not too thin, but not too muscular. It’s like she was crafted just for me. Once I’m done, she rinses off and washes her face, then grabs my soap.
“My turn.”
She wears a small smile as she lathers my skin, running her hands down my abs, tracing her fingers along my shoulders. She’s exploring just like I was. Her hands run down my arms and I catch her wrist, bringing her bracelet to my lips. We switch places and I rinse off the soap before turning the water off. I step out, grabbing a towel, and when she meets me on the rug, I dry her off. Starting at her feet, working my way up.
When I’m done, she does the same for me. It’s an odd feeling being taken care of like this. Usually, I’m the one serving my partner at this point, but it’s nice to have the same done for me.
“Do you think they still need help out there?” she asks as she dries my arms.
“Probably not. But I bet they’re all suffering in the living room together if my dad is still up.”
“Ugh, don’t bring that man up when I’m riding my post orgasm high.”
She laughs, but I stop her. “Hey, are you okay with what happened just now? I feel like we were a little out of control.”
She places her hand on my chest. “Prince, if I didn’t want what we just did to happen, it wouldn’t have happened.” She looks into my eyes. “We’re in this together for however long it takes, so why not have some benefits?”
“Benefits?”
“I think we’re both very secure in our sexuality, Marcus, and I think we could have fun. We agreed that we’re not allowed to date anyone else while we’re in this situation, so why not be there for each other? I’d be more than happy to add physical benefits to our arrangement.”
“I don’t fuck like the boys you’ve been with in the past, princess.” It’s both a warning and a test.
She grins. Fucking grins at me. “I’m counting on it.”
She turns and walks out of the bathroom to get dressed while I stand there wondering what the fuck we just started.