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“I’m going to come now,” I tell him, and he doesn’t respond.
Putting the purple pussy-eating machine to my clit, I let it do its job.
And believe me, it does not take long.
I start counting in my head, thinking it will help. Slow me down. But by the time I reach twelve, the pleasure is there, ready for me to fall over into the abyss. My head drops back, my mouth opens, and unintelligible words fly from my mouth.
I don’t even know if they’re in English.
I pay no attention as I move the purple toy lower, push it inside me, and pull it back out to my clit.
It’s a game of cat and mouse between my pussy and my clit.
“Stop!” His voice sounds closer, but I can’t seem to lift my head to look in his direction. Is Joey in the room now? I don’t really care.
“Adora.” The word is almost a growl.
I almost pause what I’m doing, but my mind thinks better of it and tells me to not stop, to keep on going because I’m almost there. That sweet spot that I crave is almost mine.
“Fucking hell.” I find him then, those icy blue eyes locked straight on me. And if I didn’t know better, I would say he’s mad, but as my eyes betray me and glance down, I see his trousers are tight, he’s biting his bottom lip, and his hands are clenched to his sides. He’s holding something back, but I don’t give two shits right now.
I hear the scream as it’s ripped from my throat—the scream that I caused, the one that he’s enjoying watching me cause.
My legs collapse to one side, and I feel one of my shoes fall off the bed. The vibrator drops in between my legs, my hands fall limply to either side of me. My eyes are glued to the ceiling as the shockwaves run through me over and over again.
“Happy fucking wedding day,” I mumble to him, but when I sit up, I see his backside as he walks out the door.
Well, okay then.
Rising to my feet, I pull the big dress back on and zip it up before I walk out the door with a huff.
Joey is nowhere to be seen.
“Miss.” My eyes find the guy Joey was talking to. “Or should I say Mrs?” he asks.
“Adora,” I remind him and offer him my hand. He looks at it but doesn’t touch it, so I let it drop to my side and wipe it on my dress.
“Joey left you this.” He hands me a key and heads back to the bar.
“What’s it for?”
The man stops and glances over his shoulder. “It looks like a house key,” he replies simply, then walks off.
I’m meant to move in with him.
Live with him.
Does that start tonight?
He said as much, right?
I don’t know the rules. And, frankly, I don’t even want to be here.
How could he just leave me after that? Clearly, he enjoyed the show I put on for him, I saw the evidence in his trousers.
But then he simply left? Why?
I grab my purse from the coat check and pull out my phone.
