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But she needed me to fill that void of lost family. She didn't want to be anywhere but with me, and whether she admitted it or not, she loved knowing our fucking would have my child in her. Otherwise, she would have demanded protection, but that was never a concern to her.
“Leave to where?” I asked.
She said nothing, only quivered with the truth of her situation.
"Stab me or fuck me, your choice."
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Sasha
Ipushed the blunt tip to poke his chest. It didn't even draw blood. "You have a wife."
He didn't seem to want to acknowledge the truth of having a wife in the nearby house. Someone with the nerve to call me a coward shouldn't hide behind deception as he did.
With both hands, he reached up and grabbed mine, squeezing, so I released the knife. "I'm here, aren't I."
"Are you here because she wouldn't fuck you?" I wiggled my wrists in his tight hold. There was no way he could still have the raging hard-on he had if he'd just fucked her. I was surprised he could even get it up, given how much he’d had me.
He kicked the weapon to the side to clatter against the wall before pulling me close. His face dipped to mine, breathing out a strong smell of alcohol with every word. "Because I need to fuck you."
He released my hands that pressed to his wet chest when he wrapped his arms around me. The kiss was fierce and passionate and didn't slow as he stepped backward and led me into the hot water.
By the time our mouths parted, he had my back to the warm tile, and I'd become soaked. No time was wasted before he made quick work of lifting the wet shirt up and over my head. Too focused on him, I’d already forgotten about it until it landed at our bare feet with a heavy splat.
Despite all reason, the times he showed me consideration outweighed the darkness within him. Those moments blotted out the fact that he had someone else awaiting him. The wife he proclaimed love to, and the one he'd be fucking soon enough. Those brief heart-melting encounters with him outweighed the tricks and lies. My mind may have wanted to ignore every reaction he brought to my body, but his passion overrode logic.
His glassy eyes roved over my chest that he refused to let me cover. "These belong to me now." A choice I had made when I agreed to be his, and there was no way of changing that decision now.
He grabbed one of my breasts, which easily fit in his hand. Pressing me harder against the wall, he lowered to it, latching on as though he might receive sustenance. The fingers of his free hand found their way into my slit, already curved and slowly pumping in and out.
My mind turned to mush as I remembered the handsome man at the coffee shop, and whose company I later spent an entire day enjoying. A man who knew how to make me lose all rational thought every time he touched me. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t hate this, even if it would turn out to be nothing more than deception.
Without a word, he dropped onto his knees, pulled my soaked shorts down so I stepped out of them, then wrapped his lips over my nub.
One could easily assume affection in the gray eyes that looked up to mine. But what did I know? I came from a venomous home before I chose this man whose charm fictitiously outweighed his horrors.
The building intensity of his movements pulled me from my thoughts. Bliss was all I could think and feel. It was all I wanted to hold on to. He teased for reactions and took his time as though he knew he'd pulled me into a world that revolved around him. One that made him the good guy in my life. One that had my hands combing through his wet, dark hair.
I breathed out, catching myself before his name was spoken. I had to keep some dignity in this moment, even though it was a moment of lies when my body was numbed from the pain of bruises and wounds but became heightened with the need for release that intensified by the second. He knew, for how short of a time he'd possessed me, he knew when my climax would come.
With a firmer grip and more use of his tongue, I succumbed to the ecstasy. It came like a storm that rained down on me. Luckily, it wasn't a slippery floor given the speed at which he pulled me into the bedroom before my back was to the bed with my slit hanging over the edge.
The emotions written on his face were indecipherable, perhaps due to his drunkenness. The man eager to please had passed, and whoever replaced him had no intent to be gentle by the way he slammed forward, watching his cock disappear then reappear in a game of slow pounding.
I shouldn't have liked the way he looked at our joining. I hated him, yet I craved him. As though he knew my internal struggle, his touch grazed up my body, admiring it. When he saw me watching, his scowl returned before he flipped me onto my stomach and began to pump deeper and faster. A bolt of pain went to my bandaged shoulder, and a whimper escaped me.
I would have thought the roughness was intentional, except he scooped a hand under my collarbone and lifted me, sending relief to where he'd shot me. His other arm hooked around to support my weight, instantly decreasing the discomfort.
“Is that better?” he panted. The smell of a sweet liquor permeated the air with every rapid breath that blanketed the wet hair against my neck. The moment I nodded, he continued slower, holding me so my back was to his drenched chest. It was another instance he used an interest to please me as a way to have me loving the moment.
When his seed blasted into me, he said, "I can't get enough of your perfect body and moans as you cum for me."
His wife was the one with the perfect body. I wondered if they were words he spoke to her. Maybe his seemingly affectionate touch grazed all the way down to her navel, too, just as he currently did to me.
Knowing his words were only deceptions, I wouldn't act satisfied. Even if I enjoyed what he did to my body, what was I but something to fuck on the side? "If you're done, go back to your wife."
A long, hot breath billowed down on my back. "Don't be a bitch or I will." He pulled out and went into the bathroom. When the door slammed, I couldn't be certain if this was how he behaved when drunk, or if I infuriated him to the point that he spoke to me as though we were more than a man who'd claimed a woman as belonging to him. Hoping for anything other than what he'd done thus far would be foolish, though.
