Page 205 of Deceit

This might be a coping mechanism for him to get past this trial of events, but if it’s this, I’ll endure it. Even if he truly wishes to be away from me and have nothing to do with our marriage.

Bishop bites punishingly down on my lower lip, causing me to gasp in surprise rather than pain. I can feel the marks from his teeth, and I break from the kiss, sucking in my injured flesh to soothe it away.

“Open up for me,” Bishop coos with venom spiked in his tone. His large palm cups my left cheek as he presses his forehead into mine. “You just did a moment ago.”

I release my lip and Bishop delves in for another kiss. His tongue swipes along the seam of my mouth, demanding access because, even though this is gentle, it’s the calm before the storm. It’s where he’s slowly working into unleashing every bit of fury in me.

To literally let me have it.

My legs wrap around his hips and he spreads my ass as I’m more firmly sandwiched between the hard surface of the fridge and his frame.

With my fingers laced through his hair, I return his kiss with every second I was away from him. I don’t think it’s possible for me to show him, with our mouths molded perfectly together, that I couldn’t be more sorry than I am. That I screwed everything up, and maybe I’m the whole problem Bishop and I never worked.

Maybe I should’ve left him all along after all. He wasn’t ready to be sliced open and dissected by what I needed in a relationship. I practically forced myself into his life.

Bishop opens my mouth wider with his, tasting every bit of me as we tangle with lips and tongue. I must have a mini-breakdown because a broken sob escapes my throat and is swallowed by him.

“I’m sorry,” I confess, tightening my hold on his hair. “I missed you…so much.” He seeks more of my not talking as our lips meet again and Bishop attempts to lose himself again in a kiss.

Me, on the other hand, I can’t stop telling him that I don’t take this lightly. That I heard and saw what he did when he was gone. That he held my daughter and spoke to her.

“You’ll never forgive me,” I continue. “But I—“

“You wanna make it up to me?” he growls. “Get on your knees because I can’t think of another way to shut you the fuck up.”

We stare at each other and he’s dead serious.

I shake my head and loosen my thighs around his body as he slowly lets my feet hit the chipped tiled floors. “No.”

“No?” His palms fall to my shoulders as he forces me to the floor and onto my knees. “This is what happens when you don’t live in a safe place.”

“Fuck you.”

“You’re gonna.” He undoes his jeans and removes his hard dick from his boxer briefs.

My mouth waters. He’s pissed and it’s normal for me. However, I love bringing him to a weak spot with my lips wrapped around his length and my name off his lips.

My tongue darts out and licks a trail up to the mushroom head and Bishop’s hand finds the back of my head, forcefully guiding me to take him in.

My teeth purposely scrape down him and he growls, hardening his grip on my hair. He thrusts inside, hitting the rear of my throat and I gag. Tears begin to build as he slowly withdraws and moans while my wet lips glide over his width.

His grasp loosens and he allows me to suck him off at my own pace.

Bobbing my head around his thick shaft, I work the bottom with my index and thumb, using my saliva to lube him. My tongue licks and tastes him and he twitches needily in my mouth. I hum in appreciation and Bishop’s fingers tighten a bit.

He doesn’t speak, just feels, and the time spent on my knees on the hard kitchen floor begins to punish me too. It’s easy to ignore than the reality in front of me and Ledger I have to face tomorrow.

Taking him deeper, I’m careful not to scrape my teeth against the intrusion in my small mouth but I don’t on the way out. I purposely allow my sharp whites to abrade a tad along his dick again.

He grabs another batch of my hair. “Do it again.” I follow his order and then he drags my mouth off his shaft to peer up at him, way up to practically the ceiling from what it looks like down here. “You look so pretty down there, wife.”

My body blazes at the name—the one he gave me and wanted.

“I want you to file for the divorce.” His crystal blues penetrate through me and I strain to breathe. “I signed them for a reason and now I have even more of one.”

My jaw trembles and my heart cracks into a million shards but Bishop’s grip is unrelenting.

“Open up wider.” I glare at him before one of his hands wrap around my jaw and squeezes. “There you go. Always fiending for me no matter what.”

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