What does she think?
The thought dumped ice water over my head, instant panic. I'd never considered this from Ella's perspective. In my mind,work required contact with other women. No Vivian meant someone else. My conscience was clear. My only mistake was that heated argument with Grandfather, comparing Vivian and Ella in anger.
Sudden guilt hit me. Had I done other things, said other words that made Ella insecure without realizing it?
My feelings for Ella had never wavered. I was certain of that.
But did she know?
A sudden, powerful urge—I should call Ella. But the clock on the wall warned me I couldn't. 2 a.m. Ella would be fast asleep. She kept regular hours. Waking her from deep sleep now, she'd be groggy, unable to absorb anything. More importantly, I couldn't be sure if Vivian's words were truth or deliberate manipulation. I needed a quiet, proper moment to really talk with Ella.
But not now.
I lay back down on the bed, stripped off my clothes, and closed my eyes again.
Half-asleep, half-awake, Ella's face appeared in my mind.
She had shimmering golden hair, eyes pure as a doe's. When I entered her, those eyes widened, then slowly lost focus. Her body arched with pleasure, her pussy tight and hot, clenching and trembling with each thrust...
My fingers hooked my waistband, yanked down hard. My cock sprang free, thick and flushed, precum already glistening on the head, wet streaks against my stomach.
I stroked my shaft with my palm, using my thumb to spread the precum over the entire head.
Damn.
Just thinking about fucking Ella had me ready to come.
I closed my eyes, imagined my cock wrapped in that pink, wet mouth. Her blowjob technique was clumsy. She still couldn't control her teeth, so at first I had to move slowly. But as therhythm picked up, I imagined the squeeze when she took me deep in her throat. She'd gag, but her throat would suck even tighter.
I jerked faster, obscene wet sounds filling the room. My head pressed into the pillow, the cool Egyptian cotton a sharp contrast to my burning skin. I imagined her naked, kneeling before me while I ate her out, her hand plunging deep into her soaked pussy, desperate to be filled by me...
Finally, my balls tightened, pressure building, orgasm coiling at the base of my spine, exploding.
"Ella..."
I came, calling her name, thick ropes of cum shooting onto the sheets.
But it wasn't enough. I didn't just want to jerk off fantasizing about her. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to bury my face between her thighs and feast, wanted to hear her scream my name during sex, wanted to mark her, claim her, make sure she could never question my feelings for her.
After the orgasm, a strange emptiness wrapped around me in the dark. I stared at the ceiling, breathing refusing to steady.
When daylight came, first thing I'd do was go home to Ella.
Chapter Five
Ella
The bedroom glowed dimly under a single lamp. I sat on the edge of the bed, slowly loosening the wedding dress straps that dug into my ribs like vices. Lace pooled on the floor with a soft rustle. The silence hit hard—nothing like the flower-drenched chaos of the wedding an hour ago.
My body still buzzed with unreality. I'd married Lucas Rockefeller—the kingpin of that business empire. I was Mrs. Rockefeller now, with endless cash and servants at my beck and call...
Footsteps pounded down the hall. Before I could react, the door slammed open.
Lucas stood in the doorway, backlit and stern. The shadows carved his features sharper, making him look even more distant and alluring. His eyes colder than usual, like those judging saints in church windows, radiating untouchable authority.
But that superior vibe just cranked my pulse higher.
My mind flashed to porn scenes I'd seen. Tonight was our wedding night. We should be reenacting that shit. My panties soaked through at the thought.
