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Shedid this to please him because he was on her mind.
Myfingers curled around the bottle.Oncemore,Ifought the urge to smash another item she owned against the wall.Mylips curved asIsettled on a better punishment.Idid informPiyaabout coming over, thoughIdoubted she’d taken me seriously then.Ihad no plans of taking things further than observing her.However, she had pissed me off for the last time and had to pay the price for her insolence.
Myhands shook, eyes locked on her unconscious body.Wakingher up and damaging everything would be a colossal mistake.Ishould exercise self-restraint while everything is put in place.EvenasIthought it,Iopened the bottle and sprinkled on some of the cologne.Ipulled off my coat, discarding the bottle and shopping bag in the trash can.Marchingtoward the bed,Iunbuttoned my dress shirt en route and pulled it off my shoulders.Idraped the shirt and coat neatly over an armchair before unfastening my belt.Reachinginto my pant pocket,Ipulled out my phone and turned it off.Igently placed it on the nightstand, doing the same with my wallet and keys.Undoingmy pants,Islid them down my legs and folded them, once more stacking them over the armchair.
Allthe whileIundressed,Idevoured her with my eyes.Itwas unlikelyIcould look away when she was this pliant and vulnerable.Herlips parted in her sleep, andIwondered if placing my thick cock between them, then making her choke on it, would be punishment enough for displayingAmbani’sphotos and buying him unsolicited gifts.
Piyagroaned softly and shifted to her side, exposing her slender neck to me.Theblanket finally moved, revealing a flannel nightshirt.Withouttrying,Piyamanaged to ooze sexuality in an ugly, unappealing shirt.Shehad buttoned it to the middle of her chest, showcasing a stack of heavy breasts rising and falling with every breath.Shedidn’t wear a bra, granting me access to her deep cleavage.
Mycock jerked.Ihad barely touched her, andIwas still rock hard.
“Willyou sleep through this or wake up screaming?”Iwondered.
Droppingmy boxers,Icrawled on the bed, lowering the offending comforter down her body until she was entirely uncovered.Itwas clear this woman took great care of her body.Nothingsuggested she had a kid except for the smallC-section scarIfound upon lifting the nightshirt to her waist.
“Youreally shouldn’t have pissed me off,Princess,”Iwhispered in her ear.
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Piya
Sleepsomehow found me despite the nightmareIwas living through.Ishould thank the large bottle of red for the reprieve.Aftersharing only one glass,Jaystumbled and held onto the table to keep from falling.Wewere both surprised by his short-lived tolerance as he could generally hold his liquor.Althoughhe tapped out,JayinsistedIenjoy the bottle since it was my favorite.Afterhe departed for the airport,Idid precisely that.Ichanged into a comfortable sleeping shirt, watched one too many episodes of a crime drama show, and drank one too many glasses of wine.
Thiswas abnormal for me, butIwas shaken byAxel’sunprecedented return to my life.Thiscouldn’t be real.Whathappened tonight had to be a fluke.Thetext messages he sent proved otherwise.Idrank enough to take down a small horse and wipe away the fear.Pacifiedby the false sense of securityIfound at the bottom of my wine glass,Idozed off and let the dreams take hold.
Icouldn’t make out the face.Hewent in and out of focus as he strolled toward us while still maintaining distance.Thesun bounced with his leisurely pace, nearly blinding me at times depending on his newest position.Achill ran down my spine as our gazes finally met.Dark, unforgiving eyes stared back, dead set against giving away their secrets.
Iwas unsure what stirred me from the alcohol-induced dream.Itwas probably the menacing voice growling in my ear, “Youreally shouldn’t have pissed me off,Princess.”
Itrembled at the unrecognizable voice.Achill rolled down my spine asIattempted to peel my eyes open.Myintoxicated brain had other ideas and refused to obey the command.Ihad barely glanced at the top of a beautiful head of hair and the shadowy figure caressing my neck when the dim—yet harsh—lighting had me quickly shutting my eyes.Theeffort to reopen them was significant, andIdetermined it wouldn’t be worth it since this was just a dream.
“Ugh,”Igroaned and tried to roll away when an arm locked around my waist, holding me prisoner.Asmall voice warned me thatIwas no longer alone, thoughIsensed no imminent threat.Ifanything, a soothing smell grabbed hold of my senses.Itwas musky and spicy, with an intoxicating hint of bergamot.
Jay.
Ismiled.Iwas no longer in a deep sleep nor fully awake, rocking back and forth between the land of the living and this pleasant dream.Hereturned forPoppy’sfirst day of boarding school after all.
Thisis a dream;Iconvinced myself not to get my hopes up.Notwanting this unexpected moment to be torn away,Isqueezed my eyes tighter and wished for the calloused hands to explore my body.
Vividdream or not, my senses heated as the hand wrapped around my waist loosened to yank my shirt up, moving over my hips, past my waist, until he exposed my breasts.
Igasped.
Coolair hit my nipples, forcing goosebumps to the surface as his hand slid to my chest.Hislips were on my neck—sucking and nipping—before drawing a line to my breasts.Thehardness against my abdomen twitched on cue.
WasIawake or still dreaming?Ihadn’t a clue.AllIknew was that my heart was beating wildly under his palm.Mycore clenched as he kissed my bare breasts, kneading them with his large hand and rolling a nipple between his fingers.Mythighs squeezed in response, andIbit back a moan.
Heslid his other hand up my thigh and pulled my panties to the side.Hisfingers lightly grazed my lips, andIwanted to die from frustration.Ichanted in my head, begging him to touch me.Warmthengulfed me.Ithad been too many cold lonely months sinceIfelt the weight of a man on top of me.Thestarvation for touch and affection stirred a frenzy.Madnessdescended, andItilted my pelvis to chase the friction, never wanting this feeling to end.
Thickfingers parted my raw, swollen lips, answering my prayers.Ishuddered on cue, a moan tumbling out of my mouth.
Thewet mouth sucking my nipple, the expert fingers circling my clit, the hand kneading my breast, it was all too much.Mybody sparked from the various sensations, driving me insane with a needInever knew existed.Iwrithed, my body inaudibly begging for a steady flow of stimulation until reaching my peak.Ecstasywas within reach, andIhungered after it shamelessly.
However,Jayhad other ideas and kept up the unyielding strokes that refused to end my torture.
“God,”Imoaned softly, grinding my hips against his fingers.
“Fuck,” he reciprocated, sounding equally frustrated.Thefingers suddenly disappeared, leaving me at the edge of the cliff.BeforeIcould cry out in disappointment, a hard bulge landed on my sex in their stead.Nolights were needed to realize it was a hard erection grinding against my aching core, parting my lips and spreading them wide open.
