Page 51 of Fragile Twisted Vows
But that’s just the way the world works. Surely, she should know this by now.
“I’m ready to go,” she says and I nod, knowing the job is practically done anyways.
“Clean up when you’re done. Dump the ashes in the sewer. I’ll see you bright and early,” I say to the men as they nod at me before we turn on our heels and leave.
She’s quiet when we enter the vehicle, quiet most of the way home actually. It has me curious, dying to know what’s going on inside of her head. And I hate that. I hate that her silence bothers me, that I want to know what she’s thinking, what she’s feeling.
I’m beginning to wonder if she is my own Karma.
“My lawyer finalized the contract,” I start, as she turns to look out of the window, eyeing the glimmering city as we pass through it.
“We’ll be married by the end of this month,” I say and she nods, not uttering a single word of acknowledgement.
It’s driving me fucking mad.
Who is this woman? What is it that she’s thinking? Shouldn’t she be freaking out? Stomping her feet in protest or running for the hills in fear?
I put the car in park in the garage and she goes to undo her seat belt, but my hand snaps out to stop her.
“What is it that you want, Lucille?” I despise the words as they leave my lips, but I can’t stop them.
She eyes me closely, almost shocked that I asked them.
“It doesn’t matter what I want. You’ve made that abundantly clear,” she says as she swallows tightly, her hand twitching in my grasp.
You’re right, it doesn’t.
But fuck, I wanna know.
“Humor me,” I say, my eyes locked with hers.
The air in the car is tight, thick with many things.
Tension. Confusion. Frustration.
Lust.
So much fucking lust.
I can see it pouring from her gaze, I can feel it in the curl of her fingers. I watch it as she bites down on her lip and leans closer to me, her large breasts pressing against my biceps as she breathes into my mouth. She smells like peppermint. I want to swallow the scent down.
“I want you to fuck me again,” she whispers against my lips, her mouth moving against mine, but never pressing against it.
Because she’s listened to me about the no kissing rule. Because she’s such a fucking good girl.
I exit the car rapidly then and pull her from it. I haul her over my shoulder and walk us to the elevator, my hand squeezing the back of her thigh as it climbs to the top. When we get inside, I take her to the bathroom and strip down. When she goes to take her clothes off, I stop her.
“I never got to undress you earlier,” I ground out, my heart pounding in my throat as I start to peel her tight clothes away from her delectable body.
I don’t know why my body reacts like this with her, but it does. It feels a rush of excitement that I haven’t felt in a very long time. I know I shouldn’t lean into it, shouldn’t lean into her, but fuck, it feels too good.
She feels too good.
Once she’s naked, I turn on the shower and walk us into the warm spray. I take her into my arms and lift her. She wraps her shapely legs around my waist and my cock instantly presses to her opening. She shifts her hips so that I slide in and then I push forth, filling her hard and deep. She moans as I fuck her, low and slow. It matches the rhythm of my thrusts.
I take my time with her tonight, I fuck her long and thoroughly under the shower and she comes around my cock over and over again, moaning my name each time.
When I feel my own climax surge, I take her nipple into my mouth and pull out, splattering on the floor of the shower as the water washes it away. I was careless earlier, I can’t be this time.
