Page 97 of Deceit

“You’ve done that before,” I claim.

“I need to do it more often. Now can I eat out my wife?”

“How about you fuck your wife.”

Bishop replies with a lick of his tongue and a strangled growl, nipping at a piece of my heated skin afterward. “You never have to ask me twice, baby.”

He reaches between us, working at his pants and boxers while kissing me breathless and brain-dead. Our past is a blur, my hurt feelings a distant memory when I’m consumed by this man who sucks the living soul out of my chest.

You know how Ariel from The Little Mermaid lost her voice to Ursula, and you could see it mindlessly floating through the air? That’s how Bishop seizes my beating heart and demands that piece of my soul that I desperately try to cling on to.

He’s ruined me.

My voice fucks up. I speak and bitch, but I submit every single damn time because I want it.

Him.

Us.

A future.

Love.

His battered heart.

The tip of his cock is suddenly at my heated entrance, and the paused suspense releases a small gasp in his mouth.

“You got maids and shit?”

My brows knit. “What?”

“I’m going to need them to bring in food and Gatorade because I’ve got you for a full day.”

“We’re in my parent’s house.”

“So?”

“Ew.” My chuckle turns into a full-on laugh as Bishop kisses the corners of my mouth to get me to shut up at his dumb ass comment before he slowly pushes inside of me.

“If I have to do it with your mommy and daddy downstairs, well then…” He adjusts himself so that all his weight isn’t on me. “You better be quiet, Ems.”

I arch my spine, wanting more of him filling me when he restricts me by placing a palm on my stomach. “Bishop.”

“Mhm?”

“Stop teasing me,” I mutter through a shaky exhale.

“Come get it then,” he replies softly, halting his movements altogether. “I’m here to make you fall apart like you do with me every time you stride around in your heels and sexy little outfits. I’m yours—“ My mouth clamors into his, punishing his words to shut the fuck up because it scares me.

I think if I ever hear him tell me that he loves me, I’ll die on the spot. My little heart won’t be able to take it. It’s held out for so long that it’s as if it’s been holding its last inhale for years, and when it finally releases itself, I’ll break. Everything will shatter like glass hitting the floor into a million pieces.

Bishop picks up his pace, capturing my lips, and I bite down on his to punish him for filling my head with dreams for years. He’s never promised me anything but forever in our generic wedding vows. I remember that specific word, but I’m not sure if he does.

I remember everything as most women do.

When I release Bishop’s lip, he opens his mouth wider for me to drive my tongue back inside. It’s a battle of will and need.

Bishop sinks in and out of me, out of rhythm and not giving a shit. We’re joined wherever we can, clinging to an idea and a fear that we’ll be the ultimate death of each other.

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