Chapter 36
Chapter Thirty-Six
Turn Around
Raf
Just like I hoped she would, my new wife appeared out of the shadows. And instead of turning her away like I knew I should—because it was me who insisted we stick to the rules—I invited the temptress in and took another bite of the forbidden fruit.
She made the most beautiful bride, and I meant every word of the vows necessary to make our marriage legal.
I just can’t let it feel real. I gave up on love a long time ago.
Even so, I took in every detail and banked it: the way her eyes shone bright as her crystal-encrusted stilettos that still only put her at chest height; her simple, short white dress that had a corset-style bodice and flared skirt; the stark contrast of her dark-chocolate hair that tumbled down her back.
Light and shade. The darkness versus the light.
This marriage is an arrangement, just a solution to her problem, except right now with my wife kneeling between my legs ready to submit, the primal part of me doesn’t seem to understand the distinction.
Obeying my command, Chiara turns her curvy little body around and rids herself of the slip now pooled around her hips.
I take in the slope of her neck and the delicate curve of her spine.
She’s petite, but her strength shows in the way her body is honed.
I run my knuckles lightly down her vertebrae, watching as her skin prickles under my touch.
A silent shiver races as I continue my exploration.
God I’ve craved to have her like this again.
I map the planes of her defined shoulders before gently running my fingertips down the side of her body, using my thumbs to brush over her pretty pink peaked rosebuds still sensitive from my mouth, all the way down to her perfect hips.
She gasps and pushes her ass further back into my lap, my erection nestling between her full ass cheeks like they were made for it.
I had to make her turn around for my own protection.
If I allow myself to look her in the eye while I fuck her a third time, she’ll own me.
She thinks she wants the pain. The darkness.
A way to feel something after all the fucked-up shit she’s had to endure in her life.
But what she really wants is for someone to love her without conditions.
To make her feel cared for. Protected. The problem is, I’m not the man for the job.
I loved once, and all that got me was regret and a fuck load of trust issues.
I can’t expose myself like a raw nerve ending that way again.
Pleasure. Pain. No-strings-attached fucking? That I’m capable of—even if she’s the very last person I should be doing it with.
“If you don’t want this, now is the time to use this smart mouth to tell me to stop,” I growl in her ear, giving her hips a firm squeeze.
“Don’t you even fucking think about stopping,” she says, looking over her shoulder at me with lust, loathing, and something even more potent written all over her face.
“Tomorrow we’ll go back to being housemates who just happen to be married.
I’ll stay in my quarters and you in yours, but please, just for tonight, be the perfect fake husband and fuck me like it means forever. ”
“Fuuucckkk,” I curse into the crook of her neck, and her sweet scent hits me. It’s like cotton candy and lavender. The soft muskiness blankets me in a calm even if the wild woman straddling my lap and dripping for me is the eye of the fucking storm.
“Are you still on birth control?”
“Yes.”
I lower my body to the mattress and grip her hips, adjusting our position so she’s straddling my thighs.
When I enter her slowly from behind, she lets out a whimper as she fully seats herself on my cock and pushes onto me, arching her back.
I revel in the way she looks like a queen on her throne from this angle.
“There’s been no one else since you,” I reassure her. “Between an attempted murder—” Thrust. “A new housemate—” Thrust. “And a secret wedding—” Thrust. “There hasn’t been much opportunity for fucking lately.”
“God you feel so fucking good, Raf.” She gasps as she leans further forward, holding my legs and rolling her hips to find the friction she needs.
I give her control, letting her ride like she fucking owns me.
Her breathing ratchets up, and her sweet moans make it hard for me to stay restrained.
She runs a finger from my perineum, along my balls, all the way up to where we’re joined.
Pleasure shoots through me, and I’m holding onto my orgasm and sanity by one single thread.
My chest heaves with my own heavy breathing.
“You’re making me break all my fucking rules,” I growl, taking over the reins and gripping her hips, holding her down and moving her over me harder, firmer.
She picks up speed at the admission, bouncing on me, urging me to break for her too. So I do.
“Fuck, that’s it,” I curse, thrusting up into her. “Ride me into hell with you, Little Devil.”
“Raffff,” she moans out. “Don’t stop, baby. Please fucking break me.”
Then we both shatter, and I shoot into her. She gushes all over me, digging her nails into my flesh where she grips me, shuddering with the intensity of the orgasm.
Once we both get our breathing under control, she goes to move off me immediately, but I stop her, rolling onto my side and bringing her with me. I turn her to face me. We’re messy and sweaty, but it can all be washed away.
“I should go back to my room,” she says softly, pulling back to leave some distance between us.
“Don’t go,” I say, closing the gap.
“Just for tonight,” she murmurs as she nuzzles in.
I simply hum, because I think we both know there’s no chance she’s going anywhere. Joke’s on me if I think fucking her from behind protected me from seeing what this pull between us is fast becoming. There’s nothing remotely fake about the way she looks every bit mine in every which way.
And for once in my adult life, I have no idea how to navigate where to go from here.