I should be optimistic that we could work out, butwhen…ifwe didn’t work out, what would be the point in leaving Gavin to end up with the same fate in the end?
Shaking my head, I grabbed my towel and drained the water before stepping out of the tub.I had to get out of my thoughts. I had to distract myself from my rumination and emotional distress.And like a vicious cycle, the person who caused me to feel overwhelmed, mentally exhausted, or distressed was the distraction I craved.
Standing in the living room, I gasped as Beckham slowly entered my pussy. I moaned deeply as I wrapped my arms around his neck. With one of his hands under my thigh, hiking it up so he could be at a better angle, and the other tugging my hair back, he made sure I felt every single inch of him. That he was deep inside of my cunt, forcing me to forget about my husband and engraving his image on my mind and in my core.
“You feel so fucking good, Flower…” he whispered as he pushed against my cervix. My hands clawed at his back as my mouth widened. The moan that wanted to surface got choked up in my throat as he spoke against my ear. “Tell me how good it is… tell me, baby.”
“It’s so good,” I cried as he chuckled, kissing away a tear. Picking up my other thigh, I squeezed him closer as he fucked my cunt. My nails scratched at his back even more, most likely leaving light scars as he pounded me even deeper.
“Just fucking take it, just take it like that… good girl, good girl, Flower.”
My legs trembled in his arms.
Placing a small kiss on my neck, he laid me against the couch and grabbed my hand. Slowly, he brought it down to my clit, and I gulped softly as his mocking, sinister smile came to his face.
“Rub your little clit, baby… just like you did in the bathtub, remember? Show me how good you felt when you were thinking about me… let me see.”
I hesitated, my fingers twitching, but he snatched my jaw, forcing my eyes on his.
“Let mefuckingsee.”
My fingers found my swollen clit, slick and pulsing as the bundle of nerves caused me to convulse.
His sinister smile remained. “Maybe I’ll still be fucking you and your husband will walk in. Wouldn’t that be fun?”
Instead of feeling any kind of disgust, my pussy only clenched him hard, growing more slick as he let out a mocking, almost cruel chuckle at my reaction.
He held my hips still, making sure he went even deeper as he placed a kiss on my lips.
“Faster, Flower, come on… make yourself cum all over my dick, baby.”
My body twitched as I came undone. His hands held a firm grip on me, holding me still as he overstimulated me despite my weak efforts to slow his thrusts.
“No running, no hiding. You fucking take it. You fucking takeme,” he growled, driving his hips into me as my vision blurred and my body trembled.
He grabbed me by the throat, forcing my mouth open in a silent cry of ecstasy. His own mouth parted, mirroring mine in a cruel mockery, dark amusement flickering in his eyes.
He knew I couldn’t speak, knew I was too far gone, and at the sheer sadism of it all, my body convulsed, trembling violently as he let out a low, satisfied hiss.
“Fuck, you look so pretty,” Beckham groaned, watching me come undone in his arms, his hand tightening on my throat like he knew I needed it.“My perfect fucking girl.”
Gavin’s touch had never burned me like this. Had never made me shake, made me beg, made me need.
But Beckham… Beckham devoured me. He took and took and took… and I gave himeverything.
I shouldn’t crave this. I shouldn’t want his touch. I shouldn’t be falling for him. But I did, and I was. When we finished, I would be filled with guilt all over again just for him to coerce me that the next time would be the last time. And like a fool, I would love every minute of it.
What a vicious cycle this was…
Chapter thirty-four
Rosenna
EnteringthekitchenasI fixed my earrings, Gavin looked up from his laptop to gaze up at me before returning to his work. Grabbing a mug, I prepped some water to boil for my tea.
“Didn’t think I’d see you home this morning,” I said. He’d been getting called into the office earlier in the days, only allowing me to see him in the afternoon or when he’d stop by the museum.
He sighed as he leaned his head back before cracking it to the side.
