46. Rosenna
Chapter forty-six
Rosenna
I stared at Brent silently, his eyes telling me everything I needed to know.
While he seemed hesitant to my reaction, I felt indifferent. The dots were connecting in my mind, helping me fully analyze and understand why his words and actions always seemed to contradict one another, always seemed to push me from Beckham and closer to Gavin—
“Rosenna… I helped you when you needed me.”
“Regardless, I’ve been there for you, Rosenna. Both Gavin and me.”
“If there’s anything you need, anything at all… remember you can always call me. I may be your lender, but I hope you’ll still consider us friends.”
—closer to Gavin and to himself .
I shook my head, “Brent… I don’t know what you want me to say.”
His expression hardened, a flicker of something darker crossing his features. “I don’t want you to say anything.” His voice was a little sharper now. “But I need you to see what’s right in front of you, Rosenna.”
“And what exactly is right in front of me?”
“Jesus Christ, Rosenna. Me! Me and every fucking thing I’ve done for you,” Brent fumed, his shoulders tensing up, chest rising and falling as he breathed.
My heart raced. “Brent. I’m in love with Beckham.”
There was a shift in the air… the unspoken tension between us was finally brought to the light. Unfortunately, I wasn’t a fan being dead center in it.
Brent let out a humorless chuckle as he crossed his arms. “You really think Garcia loves you?” I instinctively took one step back as he took one toward me. “You think he fucking deserves you ? That he would give you what you need?”
“He already has,” I asserted, standing my ground.
Brent shook his head. “I’m the one who’s always been there for you, Rosenna. I’m the one who actually cared about you.”
“And I’m sure you cared about me when you let Gavin use me, turning a blind eye to what he was doing and slapping me in the face with interest rates through the roof to satisfy and silence his mistresses, right?”
“Rosenna, you don’t understand. I had to. I didn’t have a choice—”
I cut him off, my anger surpassing any fear or hesitancy in my voice. “And yet you chose to put Gavin above me, the wife of your so-called good friend who you think you deserve more than him. Here I was, blaming Gavin for taking advantage of me all these years. But you were right beside him, looking the other way despite your ‘feelings’ for me. You were punishing me for being with him and not you. And now that I’m with Beckham, you’re turning right back to the same fucking pattern.”
“You think any of this was fucking easy for me? Your marriage was unraveling the day you said your vows. While you were busy throwing yourself at your client, I was trying to help your relationship stay together despite me being in love with you.”
“Quite a fine job you’ve done then, no? Only downsides of it all being the money extortion, the affairs, the lies, the betrayal, the blackmail, my divorce… but I’m sure you still have everything under control, right?” I asked. Brent’s expression grew angrier. Things weren’t supposed to play out like this, too, I suppose.
I’m sure my loan shark expected me to fall head over heels and drop my panties for him after I did the same for Beckham. I’m sure at one point he even thought, somehow, in some way, he’d be able to steal me away from Gavin.
If he was a decent man, I might have even been flattered by the confession of his long-lasting love. But after everything he had done, everything he’d put me through, I was simply disgusted by it.
“You don’t love me, Brent,” I muttered.
A look of hurt flashed through his eyes. “Rosenna… you know that’s not true,” he whispered in a plea.
I could only shake my head. “If you did, you would’ve been there when I needed you most, not siding with him .”
After a moment of silence, the front door opened, and slowly, footsteps approached us.
“Am I interrupting something?” Beckham muttered.
I shook my head, my eyes remaining on the man in front of me.
“Nothing at all.”
Brent’s eyes narrowed. “He shouldn’t be here.”
“And given I have to finalize a few parts of my divorce, neither should I . Now, just like before, I’m going to leave. Beckham, can you please escort me out? I had a bit of trouble leaving earlier.”
“Of course, Flower.”
I stepped away from Brent, who visibly tensed.
Once I was within arm’s length of Beckham, he pulled me into his chest, placing a hungry, passionate kiss on my lips to spite Brent.
My heart raced for all the right reasons as his hands traveled down my back, groping my ass despite Brent’s eyes. His fingers dug into my skin possessively as his other hand buried into my hair, tilting my head back to deepen the kiss.
Pulling away, I bit my lip. Beckham’s dark gaze had never left Brent’s, his hand squeezing my ass harder as he staked his claim.
While I know Brent was a little unhinged, I knew Beckham was a bit more intense with the whole caveman thing, with me belonging to him and such.
Pulling his gaze away, I placed a kiss on Beckham’s cheek before he finally escorted me out of the home.
Stopping by my car, he grabbed my bag before placing it inside of the backseat.
“How did you know I was in need of saving?” I asked.
“Just had a hunch you’d run into something.”
I sighed as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“I told you I didn’t like or trust him,” he uttered, glancing over to the house.
“Well, my mistake for giving the backstabber the benefit of the doubt. Don’t worry. Our feelings about him now are very much mutual,” I assured.
Beckham hummed. “Good.”
“I’m just… ready for this to be over, you know? To be done with all of this and just be with you and you alone.” I sighed, my voice heavy with exhaustion.
Beckham shook his head, his hand finding the side of my face.
“That, unfortunately, only makes one of us Flower…”
I frowned, confused. “How so?”
“From the day I met you, you’ve been the center of my universe. Despite the chaos surrounding us, in my mind, it’s only been me and you.”
Beckham
Entering my studio, I watched as my little flower walked over to her portraits, which were now a staple in my art corner. They inspired me to create, acting as my muse when she was away working in her galleries.
All she ever did was strive for more, and it hurt to see so many people, blinded by their jealousy of her success, trying to control her, to keep her caged.
Brent was lucky that I was in the right state of mind. So was Gavin. Because if I wasn’t, if I didn’t have my flower by my side and in my bed every night, kissing me to sleep, our run-in earlier would have gone a lot differently.
“You know,” she began as she gazed at my art, “I was always curious about what you do with the photos you take of me in our sessions.”
“I use them for reference. Whenever I feel like I’m missing a key detail or want to refer to the real thing when adding the finishing touches, I use them.”
A small blush crept up her neck. She shook her head as she laughed softly.
“It’s a stupid question, I know. You already know I speak to Kira about everything, and she… speculated that the photos had a more… colorful purpose.”
“Colorful, huh?” I approached her.
She looked at me as she bit her lip. “It’s silly. Forget I said anything.”
“But I want to know, Flower.” My hands rested on her hips. “What else could I be using them for?” I asked, tilting my head.
She adorably shrugged as she tried to play the oblivious card, though I could tell her blush was anything but innocent.
I hummed as she remained silent before removing my hands from her. “Well, since you’re so curious. I could show you another way I use them.”
Ignoring her look of confusion, I walked over to my sofa and took a seat. She glanced over at me in question, and I waved her over. Before she could come too close, I raised my hand to stop her as she stood only a few feet or so away.
Feeling my cock being strained against my zipper, I groaned. “On your knees,” I muttered, and she bit her lip as she did so without complaints. Slowly, I lowered my zipper and pulled out my cock as she watched me, arousal growing in her eyes.
“I’m going to show you just how fucking hard you make me. How you can simply exist and make me fucking want every inch of you. In the meantime, you can look all you want, Flower… but you won’t be able to touch,” I muttered, wetting my fingers slowly as I kept eye contact with her. Wrapping my hand around my cock, I moaned as I stroked it slowly.
She looked so sexy. Watching her was a fucking gift.
The way her ass sat perched and full, the way her thighs looked ready to be manhandled, bruised, and gripped… the way her breasts sat perfectly on her chest, fucking begging me to pinch, slap and suck them like there was no tomorrow, the way she bit her plump lips that practically begged me to shove my dick between them.
Stroking my cock harder, my eyes darkened as she watched my every move intently. She looked intrigued, and I had no idea why. It was almost as if she didn’t think I was practically obsessed and infatuated with her.
“Strip,” I ordered.
She pulled her shirt over her head without hesitation. I watched expectantly as she removed her bra and placed it to the side.
I didn’t egg her on to continue stripping even though my cock begged me to fuck her over the coffee table.
She pushed all of her hair behind, and I stroked faster as she sat so fucking pretty. With her hands on her knees, she slightly pushed together her tits as she looked into my eyes.
Pulling my shirt off, I threw it in the corner before I continued stroking my dick.
“You think you’ve seen enough?” I pressed, practically straining my voice as I was ready to cum.
She nodded. “I think I get the idea.”
“Well, I think you should be my good little whore and sit on my cock… How do you like that idea?”
She stood up slowly and bit her lip as she turned around. “More than the ‘look, don’t touch’ one,” she said seductively, and like a sexy little tease, she gave me a show, slowly pulling her pants down as she leaned over, making sure I had a clear view of her tight wet cunt.
Torturing me for a little longer, I watched as she slowly stepped out of them and turned around towards me once more. Instead of walking, however, she got back on her knees as she almost made me cave into my release.
Crawling her way over to me as I moaned, she slowly trailed her hands up my legs before pushing my hands away.
Watching her dominance shine through her eyes as her actions showed submissiveness, I felt utterly at her mercy. Usually I was the aggressor, enforcing my control over her mind and body, but it seemed she was comfortable sharing the role of taking control. Not that I would expect anything different.
Her hand slowly wrapped around my cock, and I leaned my head back as she slowly licked me on the underside from the base to the tip, softly teasing at the tip of my pulsing head.
I looked down at her to see her eyes were directly set on mine. Again, she licked up my shaft, and I practically shuddered as she focused on one of the veins.
My thumb wiped the drool that fell from her lips. However, she swatted me away. I furrowed my eyebrows as she shook her head before kissing the tip of my cock seductively.
“You can look… but you can’t touch,” she clarified.
I could only throw my head back into the sofa cushions as she sucked the absolute soul out of me.
She was the epitome of a woman, a goddess, on her knees before me but making me bend to her will and her touch in every way.
She licked up the length of my shaft again, agonizingly slow at that, and I practically shuddered as her hand tightened around me.
Her siren eyes gazed up at me, a hint of innocence shining through, almost like she didn’t know she was making me suffer.
Little fucking tease. Her innocence and obliviousness were just an act. She already knew I was fucking obsessed with her. Torturing me this way instead of letting me have my way with her little mouth and cunt was pure torture, downright sadistic… and I fucking loved it.
Opening her sexy little mouth again, I groaned as she slowly took my cock into it, making sure to relax that little throat for me.
“Good girl, Flower,” I muttered, closing my eyes, almost as if the pleasure was nearly unbearable.
At first, she braced herself with her hands on my knees as she tried to force my dick down her throat, then when her nose rested against my skin, my hand found her hair as I held her nice and still.
Thankfully, she stopped with the playful and torturous antics as her hands retreated from my thighs. She rested them on her own as I leaned up, making sure she was still taking my entire length. Her eyes held tears as her breathing slowed, but my flower wanted to please me, even if that meant she wouldn’t be able to breathe for a moment or so.
Still holding her hair, I practically drilled my cock into her as her body became limp, drool spilling from the edge of her mouth.
She looked so fucking adorable taking dick down her throat.
Forcing it all the way down, I hissed as I came deep into her, forcing her to swallow my cum with no other option.
Letting her up, I cooed as she took a few deep breaths, her eyes tearing up as her hands trembled.
However, I didn’t wait much longer as I pulled her up onto the couch by her hair to straddle my thighs. Her soft little coughs and sniffles sounded like music to my ears as she allowed me to move her anywhere and in any way I wanted.
“Good girl, Flower. Just sit straight on my dick. There you go, sweetheart, all the way down,” I muttered as she angled her hips feebly before sitting down on my cock.
Her body immediately shuddered as I grabbed her hips and fucked her cunt. She held her hands on my chest for a moment before falling straight onto my shoulder as I used her on my dick.
That was one thing I loved about my flower. She was stubborn, demanding, assertive, and driven in her work, but with me, with my cock making her into my mindless slut, she was at my mercy.
She was content with me having control over when she would cum, when she would breathe, and when she would feel pleasure or pain; it was my responsibility to ease her mind.
And fuck, I don’t think I would ever get over the feeling of her little cunt taking me.
Her legs began to quiver, and I slapped her ass a few times as she came instantly.
“Beckham, fuck,” she cried by my ear.
I placed a small kiss on her shoulder as I went faster, making sure she was overstimulated to the fullest.
Her body trembled as her legs feebly tried closing. I kept them open, only going deeper, craving the sound of another orgasm ripping through her throat. Her little hands clawed at my arms and back, trying to ground herself against the pleasure tearing through her. I didn’t bother with the silent plea, just forced my dick into her little cunt harder.
When she was close, my hand wrapped around her neck as she gazed at me drunkenly before she came, her mouth wide open as she succumbed to the pleasure.
Looking down at my cock, I groaned at the sight of her slick wet cunt gripping my dick almost painfully. Bruising her little pussy was all I could think about. My thrusts, causing soft ripples on her thighs and torso, made me shudder at the sight.
She was my fucking addiction. There was nothing she would ask of me that I wouldn’t give to her. She deserved everything, my little flower. And I was happy to be the one to give it to her.
I brought her to another climax, and just like fucking clockwork, her next orgasm chased the first, causing her body to convulse pathetically as she choked under the grip of my hand around her neck.
Soon, I pulled out of her abruptly before tossing her face down into the couch cushions, pulling her back by the hips. I pushed my cock back into her heat as I watched her body tremble.
Making sure I was seated at the hilt, I looked down at the sight before me, and my eyes darkened. Rubbing my hand over her ass, my little flower held her breath as I teased her other little hole.
“Beckham,” she whispered.
I hummed softly as I traced the pucker of her ass.
“I ruined you for your husband. I ruined you for every other man who ever thinks to look at you… There’s only one thing…” I muttered, a sinister smile appearing on my face as I pushed my thumb into her ass. “That I haven’t ruined yet…”
Her face turned red, and her pussy clenched in her reaction to my words.
“You’d let me ruin you… wouldn’t you, Flower?” I whispered by her ear, pushing my thumb deeper as she stilled, her cunt pulsing around me as her arousal grew tenfold. Her tense shoulders relaxed as I kissed them softly.
She nodded.
“You’d let me ruin your little holes, baby? Ruin you for any man that ever thinks to look at you?”
She was silent for a moment before she nodded again. Placing a kiss in her hair, I spoke again, practically forcing the smile out of my voice at her submission. “Let me hear you say it, Flower.”
“…Yes.” She flinched as I pushed my cock in deeper into her cunt, my thumb going in deeper.
“Yes, what ?” I groaned.
“I’d let you ruin me,” she whispered.
I pulled out of her little ass before gripping her hips and thrusting into her cunt. Her fingers grabbed at the couch cushions as her mouth widened deliciously.
“That’s what I like to fucking hear.”
Drilling into her little cunt, I was practically leaking cum as she milked me dry. Leaning over, my hand found her clit as my pace remained steady.
“Oh my—fuck, Beckham,” she groaned. Her eyebrows furrowed as her breathing became more labored. I looked down at her curiously as she tried to swat away my hand that toyed with her clit before she grabbed my forearm, her body stilling for a moment.
And in a turn of events, her body shuddered as she remained dormant, her little cunt drenching me and the cushions beneath us in her sweet release. I quite literally must’ve hit a nerve as she could barely remain conscious, squirting continuously as her body trembled.
Deciding not to push her too past her limit, I slowed for a moment as she breathed heavily, trying to calm herself as she quivered in pleasure.
Pulling out, I turned her on her back, brushing the hairs from her face as she focused on my eyes, her expression filled with shock and desire.
I pushed my flower to her limit… and like the little masochist she was for me, she loved every single moment of it and was still craving more. Only an idiot of a man would refuse to give this goddess of a woman what she wanted.