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I wrapped my hand around the base and stilled. The moment grew heavy. Lust swirled with indecision. Violence and passion simmered in this woman. Her fingers curled around mine, and she rubbed her cheek against the glans.
“Fuck, Ally.” I forced the words from my mouth. “You’re killing me.”
Her gaze lifted. I groaned and gathered her hair in my fist. Parting her lips, she opened her mouth and swirled her tongue along the frenulum and over the slit. She tasted the fluids leaking from the tip. A low hum vibrated from her mouth.
I moved my hand, and she launched onto her knees, opened wider, and swallowed my cock.
Two fisting my dick, she sucked and swirled her tongue around the head. She moaned in the back of her throat, and I nearly fucking shot my load in a blur of riotous curls, full pert tits, and luscious lips. She was wild, slurping and sucking. Spit drenched my shaft. She slid her fingers through the slickness, squeezing and pumping me.
My innocent wife knew how to give head like a whore. A shiver chased along my spine. She might be a virgin, but she wasn’t inexperienced.
No doubt she’d sucked dick before, but she’d remember mine. Holding her head, I fucked her face. Releasing my shaft, she held onto my flanks, her nails cutting into my flesh.
Pleasure and building rage warred within me. I’d know the name of the man who had my fiancé on her knees. A blackness swirled within me, snapping painfully at my possessiveness of this woman.
I took her harder, wanting to punish her for giving to anyone what was mine. She gagged, fighting for a breath as I shoved more of my cock into her mouth.
Her eyes closed.
“Look at me,” I demanded. “See your fucking husband.”
She tried, but my cock stretched her mouth, and my fingers gripped her skull. Fuck, she was beautiful. That someone had her on her knees…
My lips pulled back in a snarl as I exploded, filling her mouth with my seed. She swallowed, yet white cream smeared around her lips.
With a final suck, she inched back, my dick slipping from between her lips. She inhaled a ragged breath, gasping for air. Then she turned those questioning eyes to me.
A surge of contradictory emotions slammed through me. I understood people. I recognized guilt in the eyes of my enemy. Would she lie to me? Those who feared me always lied.
She hadn’t needed instructions on how to please me. A silent storm built in my gut. Was she playing at innocence? I climbed from the bed, tugged on my boxers, and walked away from her.
“Are you angry?” she quietly asked.
I stared at her from across the room. “Should I be? You know how to suck dick.”
She smiled. She shouldn’t look pleased.
“Who taught you to give head?”
The question in her eyes morphed into something I feared was her go-to reaction with claws and passive aggression. “You want a name?” Her lips parted on a strangled inhale. Then her eyes flashed. “Google.” She tossed off the covers. “And a banana, but the banana never tried to choke me, and in the end, I ate it.”
I stilled as she scrambled off the bed. “Allegra—”
“Shut up. This was supposed to be special.” She ripped the blanket from the bed and covered herself. “You’re a dick and you’ve been one since the minute you arrived.” After securing the blanket around her torso, she pushed her hair out of her eyes. “I’m trying to be what you want. Yes, I wanted to prove something when I wore the dress.”
“Ally—”
“No, don’t call me Ally. Like trust, you haven’t earned it. You had planned to continue your relationships outside of our marriage, but I’m supposed to trust you. You’re two years late to our engagement party, but I’m supposed to trust you. Your only complaint is that I ‘know how to suck dick.’
“Dee is right. There’s no way I can keep up pretenses. I can’t be a good, obedient wife.”
I sat on the edge of the bed and clasped my hands between my wide-spread thighs. “We’ve been over this.”
“Clearly, I’m not what you expected. But I’m not sure which one of me you want. I’m not the docile wife that is mute and has the personality of a snail, but if that’s what you want, I’ll try.”
This evening had been wrought with revelation. My future wife carried a knife, had no issue making threats, pried into my business, listened to my conversations, and apparently climbed the trellis to her room to avoid detection.
Reckless, daring, fucking beautiful, and full of fire. I spoke of trust, but I was ignorant of her activities for the last five years. I assumed she was attending school and passing time as my sister did with shopping, wasting time with her friends, and procrastinating about her future.
