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“Relax,” Nick whispers. “Your ass knows how to take its punishment.”
My mind is whirling as he moves his finger a little deeper, stretching my hole a bit more with the penetration. I can’t think… can’t put my feelings into words, can’t clear the fog of confusion.
I’m in position for this.
I’m willingly in position for this intimate invasion because Nick told me to.
And because…
Because I want to.
I’ll submit to this man until my dying day, and I don’t know what that means for us. What that means for tomorrow and beyond.
My body bucks and my feet lift as if to escape and yet going nowhere. A soft moan rents the air before I realize I need to be quiet. I feel the warmth of a hand as fingers splay against my lower back, right above the curve of my ass.
“Good girl,” Nick praises. “You are always such a good girl when I have a finger buried in your ass.”
With his words, I collapse into muffled moans against the bed. I don’t care where he takes me. Ass? Pussy? Mouth? It doesn’t matter as long as I get to feel Nick in some way. Any way. I want a moment of wonder. A glimpse of a fairy tale. I need a retelling of my life—one that ends in a happily ever after, and the only way to get that is through Nick Hudson.
It’s clear that Nick isn’t here to punish me. If that was his intent, I know his dick would be following his finger, but instead, I feel the thickness of his cock pushing past the folds of my pussy and entering with one easy push. The wetness from my arousal all but pulls him inside of me.
“No one is going to fuck this pussy but me,” he nearly growls as he begins pumping in and out of me.
I know he’s made a dictate, but can that truly be a rule I can follow? I’m promised to Pavel Sidorov and will marry him soon enough. This altered reality that Nick and I live in right now won’t be able to continue. His possession over me, his need to have me as his own will soon dissolve into tales of a long-ago story.
But as an orgasm builds inside of me, the last thing I want to do is counter Nick’s argument.
Right now, if only in this moment, I’ll get lost in Wonderland with Nick. Just us. Only us.
Chapter Eight
Nick
The room isspinning. I feel sick with the need to prevent this woman from being with another soul. The thought of Romeo and Julieting this motherfucking situation is real. It’s so real that my gut churns as I fuck her with a primal need to mark her as mine forever. I want to break her. I want to break her into a million pieces so no one else can play with my toy.
I’ve never had a fire of desire like this that scorches my skin. I’ve never felt this out of control since the day I flew off a cliff to my planned death. And if I told you I know how to fix this chaos brewing, I’d be a liar.
I’m lost. I’m so fucking lost because the threat of losing Lyriope to another is real.
She could be walking down the aisle within days. We are at the mercy of when Bryant Morelli deems the wedding will occur. Our twisted love story has an expiration date. I know this. Lyriope knows this. But I’m not ready to truly face what that means if I don’t find a way to take control of this narrative. The story needs to be written by me.
Otherwise Lyriope will soon be marrying another…
But I’ll paint that white dress red with his blood before vows will be made.
Her moans grow in decibel, and though I love the sounds of her pleasure, and I want the entire house to hear her scream out my name, I let wisdom win over and reach around to cover hermouth with my palm. The walls of her pussy tighten around me, and I know she’s slicking my dick with her completion. She bites my hand rather than scream, and I like the pain. I like the feel of her pleasure coming across as sexual affliction for me.
I drive deeper and deeper, hoping to be swallowed up by her cunt never to emerge again.
“Nick…”
Her breathless words create a riot inside. I want to come inside her but at the same time I want to last all night. The opposing sensations battle it out, and the need for completion wins. My balls tighten as I explode and fill her with my seed.
Withmymotherfucking seed.
I hold my dick inside, acting like a plug, refusing my completion to leave her body. I don’t take time to consider the ramifications for the act other than if she’s carrying my child…
“No,” Lyriope says, trying to break free from the connection. “You don’t want this. I don’t want this. This is not the way.”
