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"You're…" Her expression suggested she understood that Nikki was no longer welcome in my bed, in person, or by name mentioned.
"Yes, I'm divorcing her, and yes I want to see the look on her face when your pregnancy test comes back positive," I said, a little satisfied by the way my Sweet's body relaxed. A child with me wasn't as offending as she pretended.
I marched over to the plush, red chair past her, half expecting she would step backward. Once I plopped down within reach of her, I demanded, "Show me what I paid for earlier."
I felt her craving for my attention. Her need for me. So much more than I'd ever felt from Nikki. I’d gone a lifetime without knowing what a woman’s want felt like. Despite all I’d done to punish Sweet, she couldn’t get enough of me.
She turned my direction and pulled the dangerously short silk bottoms to the side, revealing her bare cunt to me. It looked so fucking perfect.
"Take those off."
I’d been the only man to have her, and her shyness showed me I was the only one she’d let see her. She wasn't the type to seek out more men to fuck. She was nothing like the women who attempted to ensnare me with deceit and seductive words. She was mine by her own desire since the moment we met.
With a blush to her cheeks, she slowly worked the shorts down her hips and let them fall to her ankles.
I had to undo my pants to relieve the ache of my erection. Her cunt was only a foot away from my face, and by God, it looked absolutely delectable. She looked absolutely magnificent glowing from the facial she’d had.
"The top too." My breath was already heavy, but turned heavier as she wiggled out of her camisole. Even her hips rolled with the motion.
Unable to wait any longer, I grabbed her thighs and pulled her to me, unconcerned with how her pussy slammed against my face. I would devour her. My tongue was between her folds, and I let my palms meander up her smooth legs. All the while, my cock twitched and throbbed with a need to be inside that beautiful cunt.
I lapped and sucked, relishing the feel of her hands in my hair. That touch felt almost as good as the thought of her depths that were about to be demolished. Her moan was when I lost it. I pulled her down to straddle me.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" I asked while rocking her, so her butter-smooth cunt slid over my length. The brief silence had me worried she might say no until her arms curled around my shoulders, signaling her agreement.
"Yes," the word ended with a quiver as I let her walls consume my length. The woman’s perfection was unlike anything I’d experienced with anyone before her. Every roll of her hips had bliss on her face before she leaned forward to kiss me as her orgasm came strong. The sounds she made and the way she looked at me had my control lost, and my seed erupted into her.
With every deep breath and glide over her smooth skin, my desire to cause her pain dissipated. I wanted for her to be happy, I wanted for her to be strong and love every thought of me. But at the same time, we lived in a world that didn't allow a person to simply be happy. Our world was where people like her family wouldn't hesitate to hurt her and a child of mine. A new rage filled me at the thought of her uncle. The prick deserved a gruesome death.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Sasha
Maybe it was my guilt and wanting to see him differently, but something felt changed about Armon. He told me a truth about his marriage that he'd kept from me before with intent to cause jealousy. I felt relieved, but maybe that was intentional on his part. He knew how to make me react to his games. This could easily be another one of his mockeries I would figure out later.
As it was, I was wrapped in his hold as he spooned me, deep asleep with his breath warming my back. It was something I felt comfort from. And he'd chosen this with me over his wife. Throughout the night, my mind wandered at why he detested her when they had a baby on the way. I continued to question whether he had the intention to impregnate me. Despite everything he said, it didn't seem to make sense. Now that he was being honest, I could ask.
Come morning, I had finally drifted to sleep. Armon was gone, but dishes of food were set at a small table. Ravenous as I was, they were all cleared by the time he returned. As did the champagne mimosa.
This time, I had no desire to escape and very little interest in shooting him. Especially given how good he looked dressed in a fine collared shirt and tailored pants.
His expression was hard to gage though. Not the passionate look of the man who had pleasured me. More serious.
"Did you sleep well?" He asked as he went to the bed to lay down on it.
"Yes." I wrapped the robe over my skimpy pajamas, an act he paid too much attention to.
"We've fucked enough that you should want for me to see you undressed."
"Forgive my need to maintain some control over my life." I made sure the sash was tight and scooted closer to the table.
"We’re going to kill someone today." He spoke as if it was to be a fun day. The way his hands pillowed his head made him appear like a psychopath looking forward to a horrible murder and my embarrassment.
If only I had something strong to drink to handle this. It was never just him killing someone. It was humiliation and my degradation. All thoughts of a possible change on his part vanished.
I turned my attention to my water glass, which was empty. "I thought you were done playing games." I had hoped, at least.
"It's not a game, Sweet. It's survival." When I didn't respond, he ordered, "Come here."
