15. Rosenna
Chapter fifteen
Rosenna
B eckham tsked softly as he brought me into his arms. His scent warmed my insides, calming my racing heart, opening my lungs to breathe, stirring something in my lower stomach that was dangerous, dark…
I barely noticed the soft pants hanging low on his hips, the way his muscles flexed against me as he shifted. He had probably been going to bed before I showed up, before I crashed into his once peaceful night.
“I’m sorry for barging in,” I murmured.
He pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, didn’t let me go.
“Anything and everything can wait for you, Flower… no need to apologize.”
I exhaled, my fingers sliding into his before he walked me over to his couch. Realizing I had gotten too close to him, I subtly pulled my hand from his grasp, my finger itching to pull him back.
The lighting was low, golden and warm, casting long shadows across the polished concrete floors. The space was chaotic but intentional, every brushstroke, every sculpture, every half-finished sketch placed like they belonged exactly where they were.
Beckham ushered me onto the sofa then stepped away to the kitchen, returning a couple of minutes later with two hot cups of tea.
He handed me a mug and took a seat. “I was just making some before bed… Perfect timing, hmm?”
I gave a small smile as I looked down at the cup I held in my lap. After taking a sip, I sighed heavily.
“I don’t even know where to start…”
“Start whenever you please… I’ve got all the time in the world for you.”
I sniffled, casting my eyes to the side as I had little courage to look at him directly.
“Gavin and I got into another fight.” My voice cracked slightly, the weight of the night pressing into my chest.
Beckham set his mug down, fingers lacing together as he leaned forward, silently watching as I wiped away a tear.
“His parents stopped by,” I exhaled, forcing myself to breathe. “They didn’t make the situation any better. They blamed me for not being a good wife. Again. Told me I needed to stop focusing on myself. Instead, I should be focusing on providing them with the grandchildren I’ve been keeping from them.”
“And Gavin?” Beckham muttered. “What did he say?”
Looking at him, another round of tears sprung to my eyes, but I forced them away with a shake of my head.
Nothing .
Gavin hadn’t said a damn thing while his mother painted me as some selfish, ungrateful, lazy wife.
“He just let them,” I whispered. “Like it was true. Like I was the one keeping him from something he wanted.”
Beckham tilted his head, watching me too closely. “And are you?”
“What do you mean?”
He shrugged, his tone careful and controlled. “Keeping him from what he wants?”
My stomach twisted again. I opened my mouth, but the words got stuck. What could I even say? Every one of my failed attempts at initiating, well… anything began to surface. I hadn’t been the one keeping anything from him. He was the one who hadn’t touched me in maybe two years.
My throat bobbed, my grip tightening on the mug. “It’s complicated .”
Beckham took a sip of his tea as he nodded. “It always is.”
“He… He just keeps belittling me and my work and… I don’t know. I just felt like he went a little far with the lies, the blame, the guilt-tripping.”
Another tear fell. Before I was able to wipe it away, Beckham wiped it for me with the pad of his thumb. It sent something through me, but I did my best to ignore it.
“Our fights are getting so repetitive, and I don’t know where to go from here. This is the most heated we’ve ever been…” I admitted.
Beckham said nothing for a long moment as he watched me.
“While I may not know the entire context of your situation, I know a jealous man when I see him, Rosenna.”
Shaking my head, I smiled sadly as I glanced at him fully. “I don’t think Gavin is jealous of me.”
He tilted his head. “I do. I think he can’t fathom the possibility of his wife being potentially more successful than him. This is just a theory, but… men like Gavin? They put you down to make you feel small. To make you feel less than. Not because they don’t see your worth…but because they do. ” My fingers tightened around the mug, my heart fluttering only slightly at his indirect compliment. “His parents? The way they manipulate, guilt-trip, make you question yourself… all to keep you in a place where they can control you? They’re no better.”
Only then did I notice how close we actually were, how his intoxicating scent still engulfed me despite my attempts to ignore it.
“I asked you if you felt cherished or loved by him… you told me that you think you do. And… every marriage works itself out in the end, but that’s only if the partners make an effort to keep it going . Gavin has shown time and time again that he doesn’t want to listen to or understand you… and your tireless efforts are in vain as a result.”
I felt my heart skip a beat as Beckham placed his hand over my knee. His words were so genuine, so thoughtful I would have thought they were rehearsed.
We both looked down at his hand. His thumb began caressing me, my skin feeling hot at his dangerous, coaxing, gentle touch. “You deserve… so much more than he can give you, Flower… So much more .”
I gulped softly. He wasn’t just telling me. He was asking me to admit it.
After a moment, I pulled away and shook my head with an apologetic smile, placing the mug on the table.
“I... thank you, Beckham,” I said, rising, “but… I-I should go. I shouldn’t have come and dropped my issues on you like this.”
I turned—but he stood, grabbed my hand.
“Rosenna.” His voice was just above a whisper, sending a tingle down my spine as he reeled me back in.
I turned around to look at him.
It was as if time had stopped. This is a mistake. Leave. Leave. Leave.
But I couldn’t move, and neither could he. The tension could be cut with a knife…
This is wrong. Leave. You’re just hurting because of Gavin. Don ’ t give in to him.
He placed his other hand on the side of my face.
Stop.
Don’t give in to him.
Stop.
Stop—
My body betrayed me before my mind could catch up, leaning into his touch like I needed it.
Then as if a switch went off, all rational thought left my brain. Throwing my arms around his neck, I placed a heated kiss on his lips.
He didn’t hesitate for a second as his hands traveled down my body, groaning in utter satisfaction. He groped my ass, and I whined as he found a way to slip his tongue into my mouth. He was devouring me, whole. From day one of knowing him, I knew his intentions, and though I knew I would regret giving in to them, there was no turning back.
He lowered his hands down my thighs before he tapped under my ass twice. Listening to his silent command, I jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist as he effortlessly held me. I whimpered softly as he placed wet and warm kisses on my neck while he pressed his length against me, reminding me of the man he was.
“Oh fuck…” I whispered.
We made our way to his room, and I soon found myself under him as he sat me on the edge of the bed and reached his hand into my sweatpants and lace underwear.
I looked up at him as I felt his hand against my clit, and I whimpered as he ran his fingers along my wet folds. He maintained eye contact as his fingers sank into me, stretching me open, filling me too much and too deep, my body spasming around him. My breath hitched, a sharp, choked gasp that only made his dangerous smile widen.
“I’m going to fucking ruin you,” he seethed, and I breathed heavily as he began to go deeper and deeper. “This little cunt is mine.”
I moaned loudly as he stimulated my clit with his thumb. I sensed his hot tongue over my neck as he gave me another kiss on it, and in that moment, I felt powerless under him.
I hated the fact that I loved it. He was in complete control of my body, and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
There was no turning back. I’d already dug my grave… May as well lay in it.
Leaning my head back, I felt my release coming, and he only went harder. “Come on. Fucking cum on my hand… that’s it… good fucking girl ,“ he whispered.
I convulsed as I came undone, feeling my legs shake. Beckham patted my clit a few times, causing me to whimper as he caused me pleasurable pain.
Reaching his hand out, he pulled my shirt over my head and ripped off my bra. His mouth attached to one of my breasts as his hand squeezed the other.
The feeling of his hot tongue made me go feral.
Then he switched, showing the other the same amount of attention as I ran my hands through his hair. As he played with my bud with his tongue, he looked up at me lustfully as my legs clenched.
I felt overwhelmed, overstimulated, vulnerable to his hungry gaze and… alive . More than I’d ever felt in my entire life. I felt worshipped by his hands that couldn’t stop touching me. Cherished by his words of praise. It was intoxicating. The way his touch burned into my skin, branding me as his.
After he was done with his torture, he pushed me against the bed, and I gasped as he pulled my sweats off in one motion. I felt embarrassed as I covered myself with my hands, however, that embarrassment soon washed over me as my eyes practically popped out of their sockets as he pulled down his pants, revealing how big he actually was. As much as I didn’t want to think about Gavin, there was absolutely no comparison.
He got onto the bed and pushed apart my legs, which hid my most intimate part.
“There she is.”
I felt him slowly wetting his tip with my slick cunt. Leaning up, I watched as he slowly pushed his length into me without hesitation. Watching as he basically split me in half, I gasped as I felt it deeper than I’d ever had.
Grabbing his wrist, I shook my head. “H-hold on, Beckham, it’s too much,” I whispered, but he shushed me as he continued, causing me to gasp again.
“You can take it, Flower. I need to fill this little cunt, baby.”
“It feels so deep.”
He nodded as he placed a tender kiss on my lips. “I know; just a little more. I can feel you fucking pulsing.”
Soon he was all the way inside me, seated to the hilt. I looked at my stomach to see his print slightly, only for him to pull out and slam back into me, using my hips to anchor himself as he dug his fingers into my skin.
“Oh fuck, yes,” he moaned.
I covered my mouth as he began fucking me hard. And he wasn’t holding back. It was as if he’d been waiting for days… weeks… or even several lifetimes for how hard he was going.
“Fucking take it, you little whore,” he degraded. I felt myself get even wetter. “My little slut. Fucking lying there and taking my cock like a good little girl.”
I nodded quickly as I felt my pussy clench.
I’d never really considered how praise or degrading would affect me. Yet, with the way he was using me for his own pleasure and reminding me of how well I was taking him, I could feel my body reacting to him. And unfortunately, with the sinister look in his eyes, he’d noticed too.
“What are you?” he asked, and I shook my head. If I was going crazy, I would have noticed the sadistic smile that wanted to tug at his lips from my misery. He tsked as he grabbed my jaw in his hand, continuing to fuck me while my legs shook helplessly.
“I just told you, Flower… you couldn’t possibly forget that easily. Now.” Thrust . “What.” Thrust . “Are.” Thrust . “You?”
I let out a choked whisper.
“Your… little whore.”
He nodded, pushing himself deeper as I flinched, and the pleasure intensified. “There’s a good girl. What else?”
“Your little slut.”
“Mmmm, and who does your little pussy belong to?”
“You,” I whispered as tears filled my eyes while I came over his cock.
“Good girl. Fucking squeeze it, Flower… there you go, baby.”
I took a deep breath as my legs trembled. Beckham pulled out and placed a kiss on my shoulder before flipping me on my stomach and pulling my ass back so I would arch on all fours. He grabbed a pillow and put it under me, and I moaned into the mattress as he slowly slipped back in my heat, my pussy desperately waiting for him to use it any way he wanted.
“ Please... please, please,” I pleaded.
He slammed his hips into mine while he placed pressure on my lower back to make me arch further. I had never had someone this deep. Gavin wasn’t this big or this rough with me, either.
Beckham leaned down, and I practically shivered as he purred by my ear.
“You’re mine now, little flower.”
I tried to speak, but I felt my words getting caught in my throat as my release started building again. I clutched the sheets in my fists as I cried out, cumming under him. He placed another kiss on my shoulder as he continued forcing himself deep inside me.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” he practically growled as I lay unable to move, feeling overwhelmed by the overstimulation.
He pulled out and laughed sadistically as he slapped my ass a few times before placing a kiss on my head. Meanwhile, my eyes wanted to flutter close as my legs shook involuntarily.
Suddenly, I felt his arms under me, and I was lifted in the air as he held me under my thighs, my arms around his neck as he stood.
“Can’t fuck you to sleep yet, baby… I still need to fuck this little cunt, hmm?” he cooed with false sympathy, and I hugged him tighter as I felt him slide me onto his length. My eyes rolled back as he forced his cock into me, the new angle hitting deeper, the shift making me feel every inch and every vein.
He had complete control, holding me up, forcing me to take what he gave me, and I absolutely loved it.
“Y-you’re s-so big,” I whispered. Tears were in my eyes.
He tilted his head slightly in thought. “While you’re not wrong, Flower, your little cunt is also so fucking tight. It’s trying to push me out, baby…”
I breathed out deeply as I felt my fourth or fifth orgasm approach for the night.
As if he could sense me trying to get my words out, he forced his cock in deeper as he gripped my thighs tighter. Panic clawed up my throat, but my body betrayed me as it begged for more.
“Beckham...” I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “Wait. I can’t.”
“You can , and you will, Flower. Come on. Cum on my cock.”
If he wasn’t holding me, I would have surely fallen to the ground as I rested my head on his shoulder, my arms feeling weak as I came over him.
“Good girl… fuck,” he muttered, and I let out small whimpers as he went harder and eventually came loudly inside of me as he leaned his head back.
He continued pumping himself in me, and I bit my lip as I felt his cum seeping deep into my core. He felt me clench around his length, and another sinister smile came to his face as he made sure I milked every last drop.
He walked me over to the bed and laid me on my back as he pulled out, tapping his cock on my sensitive clit. I flinched as I tried to close my legs, and he tsked as he forced my thighs apart, wanting me to be even more exposed to him.
My eyes fluttered closed, and I bit my lip as he placed a small kiss on my neck, slowly pushing his tip back into my heat.
I was close to being brought back into reality, close to realizing I’d made the worst mistake of my life, but I could only moan as he filled me again, stretching me open.
The look in his eyes told me he knew what was on my mind. However, as quick as the racing thoughts came, they left as a needy whimper escaped me.
I barely had time to register anything before he snapped his hips forward, burying himself so deep that I choked on a breathless moan. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, needing the contact to ground myself, as his lips brushed against my ear—teasing and taunting.
“I’m not done with you yet.”