My eyes snap shut, and a jolt of both pleasure and pain rockets through my body when Rico’s thumb slowly slips into an area no man has been before. I press my damp face into the pillow to muffle the erotic purrs rumbling up my chest. While perched on the crest of orgasmic bliss, I wait for Rico’s next move. He does nothing. He remains completely still.
I want to scream in frustration. Every muscle in my body is pulled taut, waiting for release. My skin is slicked with sweat, and his thumb in an area I never considered an erogenous zone, but surprisingly is, yet he remains completely motionless.
Unable to stand the heavy tension weighing down my womb, I push back and grind against Rico. My legs quiver when my movements cause his thumb to slip deeper inside me. I moan, then rock my hips again. My pussy grows slicker, loving the feeling of him in a place no man has been before, while also knowing this is something I’ll only ever experience with him.
“Good girl, Kitten. Now that you’ve stopped fighting, you’ll enjoy it more.”
I jerk violently when he slowly withdraws his thumb before slipping back inside. I’ve always thought this region was a no-go zone, but it's driving me wild. So much so, I rock back and forth, meeting the thrusts of his thumb stroke for stroke. My toes curl as the furious fire in my womb becomes uncontrollable.
“Wait,” Rico commands when the muscles in my rear clamp around his thumb.
“Please. Oh, God. Please,” I sob, my voice exposing how close my orgasm is.
Keeping his thumb inside me, Rico mounts me from behind. I scream into my pillow when he slams his cock into my aching core in one quick thrust. My nails dig into the sheets as I try to crawl across the sweat-damp mattress, needing to get away from the man pounding into me with brutal force. It’s too much. I’m too full. I can’t handle both holes being assaulted at once.
“You wanted to feel me, Kitten. Feel me!” he grunts, his strokes quickening. “Take all of me. Everything I’m giving. Then you’ll never forget what it feels like to be claimed by me.”
I scream without shame as the most ferocious orgasm I’ve ever endured crashes into me. Rico’s name is torn from my throat as my legs buckle from its brutal force. My earth-shattering climax steals all the strength from my muscles, causing me to sink deeper into the mattress with every vicious quiver my body does.
He uses his knees to spread my legs wider, so he can take me deeper. I slump against the mattress, utterly exhausted. I don’t notice the removal of his thumb from my rear until the sting of his fingers hits both sides of my waist. He grips onto me, continuing with his furious pace.
“Can you feel me, Kitten?” he growls, his deep, vibrating tone adding to the tingling of my pussy.
A bead of sweat runs down from my drenched hair when I nod. “Yes. Everywhere. I can feel you everywhere.”
He increases his thrusts, claiming every inch of me. “Don’t forget what this feels like. Don’t ever forget.”
Tears teem in my eyes from the pain laced in his words. “Never,” I mumble through a sob. “I’ll never forget.”
I don’t know why, but it feels like he's saying goodbye. I lift my head from the pillow and look back at him. Pain shreds through my heart.
I’m too late.
He’s already gone.
He has walked too far into the blackness.
Chapter 30
Irun my hand down my silver drop earring, admiring how the fake diamonds sparkle in the bright lights of the vanity mirror, while praying the fake smile I’ll be wearing tonight will have the same effect. The Rico who screwed me into oblivion until the wee hours of this morning is the same Rico taking me out to dinner tonight. I don’t know why I agreed to go. I’ve spent most of my day in a trance, trying to work out where I’d gone wrong. Nothing Rico did to me this morning hurt me, but from the way he has been cold and distant, anyone would swear he stabbed a knife into my heart.
“Are you ready?” Rico walks out of a closet on my right.
After ensuring the clasps on my earrings are fastened properly, I nod. A faint smile unwillingly sneaks onto my mouth when my eyes absorb the fitted dress Rico laid out on the bed for me in the vanity mirror. It's a beautiful mint green color, matching my eyes perfectly. The knee-length skirt ensures my modesty is kept, but the V-drop neckline adds a dash of sexiness I’m comfortable with.
When I spin around to face Rico, the heaviness sitting on my chest doubles. He's wearing his usual attire of a black suit and light dress shirt, but he has paired it up with a tie that has green stripes in it—stripes that match my dress to perfection. To outsiders, we look like an unbreakable couple. It's only the crippling pain in my heart stopping me from believing the same thing.
Rico holds my hand as we walk out of his apartment and down the corridor, but he's still distant. Even his hand is ice cold. The vibrant sparks of lust fire the elevator with electricity as we travel down multiple floors, but it isn’t enough to ease the ache in my heart. When the elevator car stops at the lobby, Rico places his hand on the curve of my back and guides me through the bustling space. People stop to stare, delighted at seeing such a beautiful man up close. Ignoring the fascinated stares of numerous women, Rico walks us to an Escalade parked at the curb.
“Thank you,” I mutter when he opens the door and gestures with his head for me to enter before him.
My breathing turns labored when my eyes lock in on a man seated in the chair across from me. Erik—Rico’s lawyer.
“Why is Erik here?” I mumble to Rico, my voice unable to hide the sob sitting in the back of my throat. As the events of the last time the three of us rode together play through my mind, sick gloom spreads across my stomach.
Rico remains quiet, acting like he didn’t hear a word I spoke. The drive to the restaurant is thankfully short, but it's long enough for Rico’s eyes to be completely swamped by blackness. His stern mask has slipped into place, and his composure is brutish and reserved.
Bulbs flash in my eyes when I exit the Escalade and walk into the restaurant on Rico’s arm. My knees clash together with every step I take as he guides me to the back of the bustling space. I slant my head to the side and stare at Rico in shock when he moves us to an area full to the brim with the same people who attended brunch last week. A solid lump forms in my throat when he strides down a very long table and pulls out the second chair at the end for me.
