Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
FYNN
I’M THE CLOSEST I've ever come to losing control, and it's all because of the woman staring up at me with wide, lust-filled eyes.
My fucking wife.
The same wife who thought she was going to walk out on me less than twelve hours into our marriage. Not bloody happening.
"You're mine, Valerie." I yank out the top drawer of my bedside table, grabbing a condom from the fresh pile I stocked this morning. "You signed the goddamned papers." I rip the pack open. "Hell, you're the one who came up with this fucking deal." I roll the rubber down my length, the pressure from my own hand nearly enough to make me groan. The thought of sinking into her body has fire licking at the base of my spine, shoving me one step closer to desperate mindlessness and ensuring this first time won't be lovemaking.
It'll be fucking. Hard and fast and everything she deserves for withholding yet another bit of information from me.
"It's not that I don't want to be here. I just don't want to —"
"If you're about to make some bullshit excuse about dragging me into your mess, it's way too fucking late." I hook one finger into the crotch of her knickers, tugging them to the side. "You agreed to marry me, did you not?"
Valerie slowly nods.
"In sickness and in health? In good times and bad?" I repeat the vows we each said mere hours ago.
Again, Valerie slowly nods.
"Did you lie ?" My hand is so close to her cunt I can't resist sliding my fingers along her soaked slit, sinking them into her body.
Valerie whimpers, her hips lifting as I slowly slide in and out, bringing my thumb to tease against her clit with each movement.
"Answer me." I stop, ceasing my ministrations. " Did. You. Lie ?"
This time Valerie shakes her head, the move fast and jerky. "No."
"Good." I use my free hand to grab behind her knee, spreading her thighs wider. "Then tell your husband to fuck you."
I want her—desperately. In all honesty, I always have. Even when I discovered our meeting was orchestrated. Even when I found out the full truth of her reasons for that meeting.
Valerie's water and I'm a man dying in the desert. Crawling toward her only to discover she's a mirage. But that doesn't make me less thirsty. Less desperate for a taste.
Valerie's hands grip the sheets, holding tight. "Fuck your wife."
I let out the groan I've been holding in, pulling my fingers from her heat before notching the head of my dick in place and sinking into her in one, hard thrust.
The feel of her clenched around me is fucking exquisite. Could only be bested if there was nothing between us. Soon there won't be. I’ll make fucking sure of that.
But through my haze of bliss and desire, the feel of her soft body stiffening under me registers. Along with a sound that makes me go still.
"Val?"
She makes that sound again, and a little of the fog clouding my brain dissipates. Because that sound wasn't one of pleasure or need.
It was of pain.
"I'm fine." Her words are tight and rush out on a burst of air that she quickly seals off, going back to holding her breath.
Something's not right. Something is very, very wrong.
And that something is that my wife had yet another fucking secret she kept from me.
"Valerie Hadaway." I link her name and mine, hating how much I love the sound of it. "Tell me you're not a virgin."
It’s the same type of demand I made earlier. And I know beyond a shadow of a doubt it's another she can't give me.
"I'm not a virgin." Her words are still tight and strained, and I'm about to threaten to spank her bottom again when she clarifies. "Anymore."
"Goddammit." I start to pull out, but she makes that same sound from earlier and I go still because even after all the omissions and half-truths, I can't bring myself to cause her any pain. So instead I lean up, resting on one elbow as I glare down at her pinched expression. "Start talking."
I’ve never had this kind of a conversation—or any conversation really—with my cock buried to the hilt inside a woman, but then again, I've never been married before.
Maybe this shit is normal.
"Well." Valerie wiggles around, the movement making her clench around me and I grit my teeth.
Shifting my weight, I clamp my free hand against her hip, pinning her in place. "No moving."
"But—"
"Darling, I'm not sure if you've noticed this, but we’re both extremely uncomfortable right now for completely different reasons." I take a steeling breath, closing my eyes as I attempt to rein in the overwhelming urge to rut against her. "The faster you start explaining, the sooner we will both feel better."
She makes another distressed sound but doesn't fight my grip. "It was an accident." Her eyes drop mine. "On my part anyway."
My frustration level is rising almost as quickly as the ache in my balls, and my patience is wearing thin. "Give me words that make sense, Val."
Valerie huffs out a little breath, almost sounding like she's the frustrated one. "I wanted to have sex, but no one ever stuck around long enough for it to happen." Her words are a little smoother, a little less forced. "I assumed it was because I wasn't particularly desirable, but since walking away from my life in Minneapolis, I've started to see more of the fucked-up things that happened, and now I'm pretty sure it was my father’s doing.”
I take another slow breath, bringing myself farther from the edge. "Why would he do that?"
Valerie's dark brows pinch together and she stares at me like I'm stupid. "He wanted me to be a virgin because that would make me more appealing to a future husband."
I almost laugh because the whole men wanting virginal women thing is complete bullshit. Instead, I shake my head at her. "I'm not sure if you've picked up on this, but in my opinion, virginity is overrated. The burden of deflowering a woman properly isn't all it's cracked up to be."
I would give my hind teeth for my new wife to not be a virgin. To be able to fuck her senseless until we’re both sweaty and breathless and spent. It was my original plan, but that is no longer an option available to me.
Not tonight anyway.
Valerie's lips purse, like she disagrees with my claim. Maybe she does. I'm sure there's a number of ‘men’ who would. Knobs.
I flex my jaw, grinding my teeth together for strength as I carefully work my body from hers. Thankfully, discovering the reality of my situation finally managed to put a damper on the lust coursing through my veins, and instead of being painfully erect, I've gone down to simply hard as steel, so the process doesn't seem to cause her additional discomfort.
I rock back onto my heels, stripping away the condom and tossing it over the edge of the bed to be collected later.
Valerie sits up on a gasp. "What are you doing?" She seems distressed as her eyes go to the edge of the bed. "I thought we were having sex?"
"We are." I lock one arm around her waist, pulling her into my side as I slide off the mattress, reaching for another condom as I go. "The methods have simply changed."
Even with her heels still on, Valerie is significantly shorter than me, so her toes don't touch the floor as I carry her into the bathroom. I flip on the lights, using the dimmer to bring the brightness down because I'm not sure I can handle seeing her naked in the full light. Not if I want to keep my head. And I do, because it appears tonight I will not have the luxury of fucking my wife.
I drop the foil pack to the edge of my large soaking bath before switching on the water. I've never actually used the thing before, but it's a requirement for apartments such as mine. The resale would have gone down significantly if the master bath had only a shower.
And I'm grateful as hell for it.
As the bath fills I face Valerie, motioning with one finger as I command, "Turn around."
Her eyes hold mine for a second before she does as I've asked, presenting me with her back.
After sweeping aside the long drape of her dark hair, I unzip the off-white dress she chose for the day. "You should have told me."
"I know." Her reply is quiet. Barely a whisper.
Once the zip is down I slide the garment off her shoulders, letting my fingers ghost over the skin of her arms. "Why didn't you?"
Valerie tips her head to the side, barely peeking my way over one pale shoulder. "Would you have made this agreement if I had?"
I don't have to think about my answer. I've spent too many days denying my fascination with Valerie as it is. "Yes." I work the dress past the fullness of her hips and let it drop to the floor at her feet, leaving her standing in just her bra, knickers, and the impossibly high heels that still barely bring her to my shoulder.
"I'm not sure I believe that." Valerie shivers as the cool air reaches her mostly naked form. The desire to see just how much of her beautiful body that shiver affects has me unhooking the clasp of her bra, letting it drop to the tile.
"That doesn't mean it's not true." Reaching around her, I cup the weight of her tits with each hand, teasing across the tightened tips with my fingers. "I've come to the realization that there's little I would deny you."
Valerie leans back against me, one arm lifting to link around my neck as I tease the tight pucker of her nipples. She arches into my touch, voice breathy as she says, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you everything."
I nip at the column of her neck, soothing away the bite with a swipe of my tongue. "You can make it up to me later."
Valerie reaches back to grip my thigh with her free hand. "Why not now?"
"Because I'm not about to fuck you the way I want now that I know it's your first time." I release her breasts before sliding a hand down the curve of her belly, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her knickers so I can drag them down. I crouch behind her, sinking my teeth into her plump backside as I go. The bite isn't hard enough to leave a mark, but it's enough to make her yelp. "That's for not telling me your father's in the Mafia." I stand, tracing my fingers up the backs of her thigh as I go. When I'm back on my feet, I swat her other arse cheek with a sharp smack, eliciting another yelp. "And that's for not telling me you were a virgin."
Valerie kicks away her dress and knickers then turns to face me, looking fucking stunning in nothing but her heels. "Don't forget that I had nefarious reasons for talking to you in the bar the first night."
I huff out a laugh, shaking my head. "You naughty little minx." I scoop her up, bringing her body against mine, hooking her thighs at my waist as I step into the bath. "You can make that up to me later too." I drop down into the water, stretching out with her straddling my hips.
Valerie shifts forward, lifting both feet out of the water, expression distressed. "These are leather. They're going to be ruined."
I deftly unhook the strap around her heel, working it loose before dropping the first shoe over the edge of the bath. "I'll buy you a new pair." I relieve her of the other shoe in the same manner, tossing it away.
Valerie narrows her eyes at me. "I'm not here for you to buy me things, Fynn."
I lift my brows. "Only to convince me to marry you and then trick me into taking your virginity so you no longer have value to the man your father attempted to marry you off to?"
Valerie scowls at me, the expression both endearing and irritating. "I thought you said virginity was overrated."
"Virginity is overvalued in our society, yes." I grip her hips, shifting her higher, because the soft slickness of her cunt against my cock is distracting. "That doesn't mean it shouldn't still be handled in the proper way."
Valerie's head tilts to one side as her palms come to rest at the center of my chest. "And what is the proper way?"
Sliding my hands from the curve of her hips, down the softness of her thighs, I give her a smirk. "Whatever way will persuade you to continue letting me fuck you on a regular basis."
Valerie's lower lip pinches between her teeth as I reach back to palm the fullness of her bottom. "I don't think you have to worry about that."
I drag her down just a little, thrusting up against the line of her cunt like the greedy bastard I am. "Oh no?"
Valerie shakes her head, eyes dropping closed as I thrust against her again. "No. Not at all."
On my next thrust Valerie rocks against me, adding friction I don't need. It has me once again shoving her higher to remove the temptation. "And why is that?"
Valerie tries to work herself back down, but I hold tight, earning an indignant grunt. "Because I've wanted to fuck you since the night we met." Her eyes open, meeting mine. "And it had nothing to do with fake marriages or virginity values."
I shouldn't be so pleased by the admission. Probably shouldn't fucking believe it. But I'm going to. Because I felt exactly the same way.
Keeping one hand on her arse to hold her in place, I bring the other one around, sliding it between where our bodies meet to tease against the hardened nub of her clit. "And if I had taken you home that night?"
Valerie's hands slide up to grip my shoulders, nails sinking into my skin as I work her body with a careful touch. "Then by now you could've been fucking me the way you want."
I growl, angry and desperate and harder than I've ever been at the thought. "You’re a fucking nightmare, you know that?" I release my grip on her bottom and curve my palm around the back of her neck, bringing Val’s mouth to mine in a kiss that is just as hard and demanding as I wish I could be with her. When I break it off, she's breathless, pupils dilated, cunt slick under my fingers.
Her eyes drop to my mouth before lifting back to mine. "So, not the woman of your dreams then?"
I smile, I can't help it. "Bloody wicked woman." I pull her in for another kiss, still teasing her clit. Waiting for the right moment.
It comes faster than I expect, and relief washes through me as her body relaxes, turning pliant and boneless from the water and my touch. Once again I break the kiss, pulling my hand from between our bodies to grab the condom. I tear it open, losing the wrapper somewhere in my haste to get it on. Once it’s in place, I lean back, stretching my arms along the side of the bath. "There you go, darling. If you want it, you have to be the one to take it." I've never liked the phrase about taking a woman's virginity. It should never belong to anyone but her, so if this is what Val wants, she's going to be the one to make it happen.
If I expected my new wife's eagerness to dissipate in this moment, I would have been sorely disappointed. Proving herself to be all I could have hoped for, she pushes higher on her knees, eyes going to the hard line of my cock and staying there as she settles it into place and slowly lowers over me. Watching her watch as my body sinks into hers might be the most erotic fucking thing I've ever witnessed.
And it nearly undoes me.