Chapter 26
ALICE
When I woke from my nightmare to find Simeon there, it was oddly comforting.
For the first time, I saw the benefits of not being alone anymore, and I loved how he reassured me.
I haven’t forgotten how much I apparently desire him either.
What happened in the car was shocking. I never considered myself to be the kind of woman who just took what she wanted and pushed humiliation aside.
It’s obvious I’m not cut out for convent life, and I suppose I never really was.
It just seemed like the perfect place to escape, and it pains me to realize we played into Morgan’s hands in doing so.
I’m not even sure why I unburdened myself to Simeon. I mean, he is the enemy no matter how he disguises it. His aim was the same as every criminal out there, and yet I forgive him. I wonder why.
Once again, I surprise myself by reaching up and touching his face, which appears anxious after my admission, and I whisper, “Thank you.”
“What for, angel?”
“For being kind, I guess, and for, well, not lying to me.”
“Why would I lie?”
His soft smile catches on my heart, and I shift a little closer to him.
“I like that quality in you, Simeon. The one where you make no apologies for who or what you are. You told me straight and I respect that, which is why I doubt you’ll mind if I do the same.”
“Of course I won’t mind. It’s important to be honest with one another.”
“Why is it?” I shrug. “I mean, you make crime your daily job. What’s a lie or two between business associates?”
I’m half joking, but from the serious gleam in his eye, I’ve hit a nerve, and I’m shocked when he says in his usual husky drawl, “I don’t really see you as a business associate, angel.”
“What do you see me as?”
I hold my breath as he smiles softly, his eyes deepening to dark pools of desire.
“I see you as my wife now. A woman. A desirable one who I want to fuck senseless.”
“You’re a little crude, aren’t you, darling?”
His low chuckle makes me smile.
“A little crude? I should up my game because sweetheart, I’m probably the crudest man you will ever meet.”
“Here’s hoping.” I toss my eyes and he leans closer, his lips hovering against mine.
“I can be really crude if you like.”
“How much more?”
“How much can you take given that you were a virgin a few hours ago?”
“I wonder if many virgin nuns have almost ripped a man’s clothes off before and demanded sex? Taken it even.”
My wry smile causes him to chuckle.
“Not many, I’m guessing, but I doubt you were the first. I mean, that’s a lot of sexual tension building up over the years. You can’t fight nature, baby, no matter how much you try.”
“Will you fuck me now, Simeon?”
I giggle at the sudden spark in his eyes and add, “I mean, we have a business contract to uphold, and I must be with child by Tiffany’s twenty-fifth birthday.”
“We have time, two years at a rough guess.”
“Two years of trying, or we could be pregnant already.”
For some reason, that thought fills me with excitement. Another life. A piece of me and a piece of him, creating one tiny human who will depend on us.
It’s an emotional thought, and suddenly anything else concerning me now ceases to matter.
“Please, Simeon, I want to, well, improve.”
He throws his head back and laughs.
“Improve?” He shakes his head. “You are already perfect.”
His soft smile attracts me far more than his surly strength, and he runs his thumb over my lips and whispers, “It’s our honeymoon and we are in the perfect place for that.”
“We are.”
He drops his hand and catches mine, pulling me from the bed and leading me over to the window.
He stands behind me, his arms securing my body against his, and strokes my skin, the robe I went to bed in falling open at his touch. My body screams for him, the moonlight our only source of light, and he eases the robe off my shoulders, leaving me standing naked against the glass.
“What if someone sees us?”
“Is that a bad thing?”
He kisses my neck, sending flutters of desire through my entire body.
“It matters to me.”
“It shouldn’t matter.”
“Why not?”
His hands connect with my skin, bringing it to life, sparking emotion and causing shivers of desire to ripple through my soul.
“Because you should never be ashamed of doing what nature set as default. We are married, we fuck, it’s written in the marriage contract.”
“You really are an asshole, Simeon.”
I wonder why I like him so much, and with a soft chuckle, he pulls back and presses the button on the wall, causing the drapes to slide into place, closing off the world.
“Is that better?”
“Not really.”
I ease the shirt off his shoulders. “You’re not naked yet.”
He steps back and, holding my gaze, slowly removes his clothing. My eyes drag the length of him as I take my first uninterrupted look at the full package.
He really is an incredible man; his physique apparently crafted from stone. His muscles ripple and his eyes burn deep into my soul, and I can’t help swallowing hard as his cock stands tall and proud.
It’s thick, rather huge and ready, and without thinking, I drop to my knees before him, reaching out to fully appreciate its beauty. I’m not ashamed to be on my knees before this god because worshipping him comes easy.
“Alice.”
His low rumble warns, and I disregard his tone as I reach out and reverently stroke the miracle of nature that I simply can’t ignore.
I concentrate only on my pleasure as I lick the top, loving the salty taste of him.
Of course it’s not sweet, it kind of goes with his personality and as I slide him into my mouth, I love his rough gasp of torment.
He is still, like a statue, as I take him deeper, wondering how I have knowledge of this, concluding its natural, so definitely nothing to be ashamed of.
For a moment, I play with him, searching for different angles, attempting to take him in one hit.
However, it’s impossible; he is too big for me, and yet I’m not complaining.
My mouth may not be able to accommodate him, but my pussy swallows him with greedy delight, and I close my eyes, savoring the sensation of giving pleasure to a man who appears to be enjoying every moment of this.
His fingers twist in my hair as he guides my mouth, reminding me he is in control and probably always will be.
I may believe I’m his equal, but I’m guessing he knows tricks I never knew were tricks, and as he ramps up the pressure, his cock hits the back of my throat with every thrust.
I don’t care. It’s not comfortable, but it causes me to burn. Lust is driving me crazy as I kneel for him, loving how hot this is.
His low rumble of pleasure fuels my own, and just when I’m hovering on the edge of ecstasy, he pulls away, leaving me gasping my disappointment.
“Get up.”
His rough voice sends shivers of desire through me, and then his voice lowers suggestively.
“Sit in that chair.”
I note a small upholstered chair nearby and shake my head. “If you think I’m causing another mess for someone else to clean up, you have another thing coming.”
“Are you already disobeying your husband, Alice?”
His eyes burn and I smile, loving the fire in him.
“Wait there.”
I race into the bathroom and grab a towel and return with an impish smile as I spread it over the seat.
“Problem solved.”
His sudden grin creates more of a connection than any touch, and a warm shiver spreads through me as I perch on the edge of the seat.
I’m shocked when he reaches for his belt and, with a wicked smile, commands, “Wrap your arms around the back of the chair.”
“Seriously.” My eyes widen with shock, and he shrugs. “Lesson one.”
I do as he says with a confident smile, and as he fastens the belt around my wrists, he secures me in place. As he drops to his knees, I close my eyes because this must be wrong, surely.
His soft tongue licks my center and my tortured groan rips apart the silence.
This time he kneels before me, and as he flicks my clit with his tongue, my legs part even wider, and I give into the pleasure.
I am naked, tied to a chair with a man licking my most intimate area, and I have never felt so alive.
It’s as if he lit a spark inside me that had lain dormant before, coaxing my spirit, demanding things any respectable nun would consider the devil’s work.
But I have fantasized for many years about a moment like this, and there will be many more hours to pray for forgiveness.
I want this. I need this and I am owning this, so where’s the sin? I fail to see it.
I am no longer in the room. His master strokes have taken me somewhere else entirely as my body responds to his brand of loving. It’s as if every pulse in me quivers as I float around the room, delicious ripples of pleasure reminding me I’m alive.
Excitement builds and my heart races as he laps at my pussy like a cat enjoying the cream and I hitch my breath as a sudden violent storm wrecks me from inside, my scream of release echoing around the room as I drip desire raining down onto his tongue.
I come apart in a way I never have before, despite my eager fingers doing a pretty good job until now. But that was nothing compared to this awakening, and the fire inside me burns my shame into ash.