26. Rosenna
Chapter twenty-six
Rosenna
T he bathroom flickered in candlelight, the scent of vanilla and warm water filling the air. Delicate white rose petals floated in the steaming bath, like something sacred.
Beckham straightened from the last candle, eyes locking onto mine. My breath caught as he stalked toward me, like he had all the time in the world to savor this moment.
I wanted to find something in me to resist the dangerous, imperfect man in front of me, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to.
Once he was in front of me, he placed a hand on the bottom of my shirt. His gaze dragged down my body, unhurried, soaking in every inch.
When his eyes found mine again, they were darker.
“Strip.”
As he leaned back against the bathroom sink, watching my every move with such intensity, I slowly peeled off my clothes, until I was left in my light pink lace bra and panties.
He pushed himself away from the counter before he sexily took his shirt off and tossed it to the corner. I had to force myself to keep eye contact and not allow my eyes to roam his perfect frame.
He stood in front of me, and his finger came under the fabric between the two cups of my bra before he tugged at it slightly. My face flushed as he looked down at me, his eyes almost mocking me for how easily he was able to get me all flustered.
“All of it, Flower… I want to see all of you.”
I slowly unclasped my bra. His gaze was predatory… hungry almost, and I felt absolutely exposed to him as I slowly pulled my panties down and stood bare before him.
It made me feel utterly small. The way he easily towered over me, the way he pushed my hair over my shoulder to expose my neck to him, the way he slowly moved my arms that hid my chest modestly… I felt completely and utterly exposed to him as I was at his mercy.
“On your knees,” he ordered.
Shakily, I did as I was told. Beckham crossed his arms, waiting, and I immediately knew what my next order was. Unbuttoning his pants for him, I slowly pulled them down as his briefs came down along with them.
“Hands down…” he ordered again, and I placed them on my thighs as he threaded his hand in my hair. I should’ve shown some kind of resistance… something that would show I wasn’t completely in the palm of his hand. If I did, maybe I would come to my senses and go home… but I didn’t. In that moment, I couldn’t.
Instead, I found myself growing hot and bothered as I took him into my mouth with his guidance. Looking up at him through my eyelashes, I found myself enjoying the way I pleased him. The way he needed me to please him.
He forced his cock down my throat and hummed as I found myself choking slightly, but nonetheless, I remained still.
“Take it, Flower,” he muttered, his grip tightening in my hair. “You can take more.”
He leaned his head back in utter ecstasy as he fucked my mouth, his hand forcing my head down. With my nose to the skin at the base of his cock, he wiped away a fallen tear as I trembled beneath him, waiting for him to let me breathe.
My vision blurred, my body trembling as I fought the need to push away. But I didn’t. I stayed. I let him use me.
He pulled me from his cock, and I coughed as he caressed the side of my face. As I looked up at him with teary eyes, his thumb rubbed my bottom lip before he pushed it into my mouth. I sucked on it softly as he kept direct eye contact with me, his eyes darkening as they relished in sight of me under him. Then, hand under my chin, he made me stand up slowly and placed a small kiss on my lips before directing me over to the tub.
He pulled me to straddle his hips, and I lay my head on his shoulder as we sat for a short while, the vanilla-scented bath and rose petals sensually surrounding us.
“Why are you with him?” he muttered in the silence.
I sat up slowly as I gazed into his eyes.
“Because... I love him?” I said, almost as if it were a question.
“Do you love him enough to say no to me?”
To that question, I didn’t answer. He knew I couldn’t answer.
“So you admit you love him… but not enough to stop me from making you mine?”
“And what does being yours entail, Beckham?” I asked, my heart beginning to race in my chest.
“Anything and everything you want, Flower…” he muttered, leaning up slowly, and I felt him grow harder as his possessive gaze never let up.
“But you said it yourself, Beckham. You don’t… you don’t love. You don’t express regular emotions or feelings.”
“Maybe I don’t…” he whispered, and I gasped as I felt him enter me slowly, filling me up. “But if he can’t make love to you the way you need, make you feel cherished in the way you want to… then let me at least try.”
My head leaned back as I ran my hands through his hair. His strokes were slow but intense, entering me so deep I could practically see stars, his hands on my hips, using me to go up and down on his cock.
“Does he touch you like this, Flower?” Beckham whispered against my skin, his hands roaming, memorizing my body.
I couldn’t find the words to speak.
“Does he make you feel seen?” He placed a small kiss on my collar as he pressed his cock deeper, filling me up. “Tell me baby…”
I shook my head, unable to voice my words. He only hummed in response as he continued his torture on my cunt.
“You can take it, Flower. You always do…”
I let out a small whimper while he sank his cock in deeper. He pulled me impossibly closer to him, and I bit my lip as he placed more kisses on my neck. Slowly, he lowered his mouth, and I moaned as his hot tongue found my breast.
“If you wanted the world, Rosenna… I would give it to you. I would give you fucking everything. ” He groaned as he tightened his grip on my waist. “You feel so fucking good on my cock… You had to be fucking made for me. There’s no other way.”
I slowly felt my release build as tears came to my eyes.
He wrapped my hair in a fist and pulled at it abruptly as he forced me completely down onto his dick and kept me still as my mouth widened, my body practically quivering.
“Say you’ll leave him,” he demanded.
Tears came to my eyes as I pulsed around his cock. “Beckham... p-please.”
He gripped my hair tighter, causing me to whimper. He looked absolutely dangerous, the way he glared at me as if he was daring me to defy him, controlling my body as if it belonged to him, jerking me closer. I held in a moan of both pain and pleasure.
“Say it, or I don’t let you fucking cum,” he snarled, and I whimpered as my hands rested against his chest, holding in the moan that wanted to surface as he filled me.
“I c-can’t, Beckham… he’s my husband, and I can’t just leave him after knowing you for just a few months.”
“You can’t, or you won’t?”
“I’d… I’d have to think about it.”
He let go of my hair as he grabbed my hips, drilling himself into me, almost angrily, as I didn’t give him the exact answer he wanted to hear. I moaned loudly as my release approached.
“Come on, Flower, cum… there’s a good fucking girl.”
I grabbed his hand to slow him down as my legs trembled.
“I want to see you cum again. I’m not fucking stopping, Flower… Fucking take it like a good little whore.” I laid on his shoulder while my body shook as he continued to fuck me.
“Such a good little tight cunt,” he groaned, dragging me down harder, deeper. “Fucking taking all of me. Milking me like you were fucking made for it.”
He moaned, leaning his head back as he continued moving me up and down on his length. My hand covered my mouth as tears left my eyes, and he, in response, kissed away the tears that fell as he went harder.
“Just a little more, Flower. Make me cum, baby. Come on… you can do it,” he whispered.
My eyes rolled back. Another release was building. Was this now the third or fourth of the night? I could never quite remember with him.
“Cum with me, baby, come on,” he panted, and I trembled as I practically sobbed while I came, his thumb finding my clit as he drove me over the edge.
“Fuck.” I cried out, and he leaned his head back as he slammed my hips down one last time, filling me up in the process.
I laid on his shoulder, and he placed multiple kisses on my shoulder as he ran his hand up and down my back, muttering small praises and compliments as I periodically shuddered in his hold, clenching his cock in my heat as we remained together for the moment.
After draining the bath and taking a shower with one another, I looked through my packed bag and grabbed my panties and white ditsy floral long-sleeve romper to put on for bed.
As I brushed my hair into a ponytail, I looked over to see Beckham walking in with two glasses of ice water. His eyes did a once-over of me, and I placed my hands down on the bed behind me as I leaned back on my wrists.
“You look so fucking adorable,” he muttered.
A heavy blush coated my face as he stood in front of me, his gaze growing hungry as he continued eyeing me.
I looked down at my outfit. “It’s simple, really. Probably could’ve gone with something a bit less revealing.”
He shook his head. “You’re absolutely perfect, Flower.”
I smiled softly as he sat beside me and pulled me to straddle his legs.
“…I usually wear my satin and silk nightgowns. Sometimes, I wait for Gavin to notice me, and he never does,” I muttered, casting my eyes down at Beckham’s chest.
He hummed as he ran his hands over my waist.
“I’ll tell you this… it probably was a smart idea for you not to wear them here tonight.”
“Why?” I asked.
He placed a kiss on my neck before pulling me down to lay on his chest as he leaned back on the bed.
“Would’ve had a harder time controlling myself around you… Better be lucky you’re more cute now than sexy… I’m lying. You’re still too fucking sexy right now,” he muttered, irritated.
I giggled as I traced patterns on his chest.
I should feel guilty… drown myself in shame.
But all I feel is this unbearable ache whenever he looks at me the way he is now.
“This feels… weird. I feel so wrong but so right… and I don’t know. It’s the guilt of not staying faithful, I guess.”
“To a man who doesn’t cherish you?”
I smiled again. “Is that your favorite word, Mr. Garcia? You can’t seem to get enough of it.”
“I can’t get enough of you , Flower.”
My heart fluttered as I stared into his utterly sincere eyes.
Clearing my throat, I slowly got off of his lap and walked over to the nightstand to take a sip of water. He leaned up on his elbows, watching me.
“Any big plans for tomorrow?” he asked.
I shrugged. “Just the usual. Stop by to help Kira, run a few errands, and make a bunch of phone calls.”
An idea popped into my mind.
“Would you… like to visit a museum with me? It’s run by a woman, and her husband and I haven’t visited in a while.”
“Of course I would, Flower. I can never say no to you.”
I sighed as I smiled softly. “I’m beginning to understand the feeling.”