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CHAPTER 18

EMMELINE

Three months later

My heart pounds in my chest as I look at my reflection in the mirror. Everything is perfect with not a hair out of place. And yet, everything feels so wrong.

“You are a vision, my dear. I dare say, shopping with my sister becomes you.”

Through the reflection in the mirror, I stick my tongue out at him and smile, my heart lightening a bit. “It didn’t help that she paid for it. Or rather, your parents through her. A late wedding gift, it seems.”

With a groan, he rests his forehead on the back of my shoulder. “I have a feeling we’re going to be receiving those until the day we die. Now that they know you know, it will be constant, I’m sure.”

“Hey now, if they want to make up for the rotten childhood I had, I’ll take it. Even with all the money my parents had, I was never spoiled. So this is kind of a novel situation.”

He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me back against him. “Are you saying I don’t spoil you?”

“You do!” I cry out, running my fingers over his massive forearm. “Just in different ways. Better ways, honestly.”

A sly smile tilts his mouth as he skims his lips up the back of my neck. Shivers race down my spine as need courses through my veins. “Hey now. We don’t have time for this. You need to finish getting dressed so we can make it to the benefit on time. I want to make a good impression with your parents.”

“They already love you,” he murmurs, cupping my breasts through the thin fabric of the dress.

“Okay, so I want to get there before my mother has a chance to trap me.”

“What I’m hearing is a quickie then?”

With a laugh, I try to pull away from him, but he holds firm. “You’ll get cum on my dress.”

“Not if I’m careful.”

He bends me over the sink and pushes my right knee up so my thigh rests against the counter. Running his fingers over my pussy, he gathers my slick and rubs it on his cock, groaning as he strokes himself while watching me in the mirror. My breaths come in haggard gasps as he reaches back down and rubs my clit.

“I’m going to make sure all you can think about tonight is me.”

My heart pounds in my chest as he drags more slick up and teases my back entrance. “I already think about you twenty-four-seven. The bond makes sure of that.”

“Yes,” he replies, his tone matter-of-fact. “But this will be a physical reminder.” His grin widens as he pulls out a plug suspiciously like the one he pulled out of me the first day he saw me.

“Tell me that’s not the same one.”

“Sorry. I promised never to lie to you again.”

“You kept it?”

“I had a feeling you’d eventually be stretched out enough to need it. Didn’t think it would be while I was married to you.”

He sets the plug down on the counter and runs the tip of his cock through my wet lower lips. “Pull your dress up. Expose yourself to me.”

Unable to refuse the need in his voice and the corresponding need pounding through my veins, I lift my dress, taking care not to wrinkle it too much. He eases his cock inside my pussy, filling me, stuffing me so full of him I can’t breathe.

His movements are slow, teasing, excruciating as he takes his time, rocking in and out with such minute precision that it leaves me a breathless, whining, and needy mess. My clit throbs as he torments me, but I know better than to pleasure myself without permission. The punishment of denying me is far more agonizing than not being able to get off.

Reaching underneath, he strokes me, giving me the relief I crave until whimpered moans and pleas flit from my lips. “That’s it, my darling wife. Beg me. Plead with me. Ask me to get you off.”

“Oh god,” I moan, unable to keep from pushing back onto his thick cock. “I need your cum inside me. I need to feel you coat my insides as I get off.”

“That’s a good girl.” His devious grin in the mirror makes my stomach flip as he pulls out of me.