Page 46 of Something Borrowed

He growls against my ear and the sound of his pleasure pushes me over the edge. I can’t hold back anymore.

My pussy tightens, then throbs and spasm as my orgasm exploded inside me like fireworks, shooting through my entire body.

I moan loudly, collapsing against him, his cock is rock hard inside me and with one last, forceful thrust he releases his own pleasure into me.

We stand against the wall, catching our breath. My heart is racing, and I can’t wipe the stupid drunk grin off my face. He leans down and kisses me along my neck, across my shoulder. I sigh in contentment.

Rufino unties the rope from my wrists and I drop to my knees, letting myself collapse onto the bed, my hair floats around me like water over the silky blankets.

He steps over me then lies down next to me.

He pulls me up against his chest and I snuggle into him, realizing that I’ve only been able to sleep next to him once. I’ve been dreaming about being with him with no inhibitions, just him and me.

I close my eyes, the world still spinning.

His hand is drifting gently up and down my spine, ticklish, but pleasurable.

I’m too tired to wiggle away.

Tonight was so much fun.

I can’t believe I got away from the guards. A soft giggle falls from my lips when I think about my father’s face when he finds out.

Rufino reaches up and brushes his hand through my hair.

“Do you want to play some more?” he asks, his voice deep, sounding sleepy as well.

My drunken mind screamsyesbut my exhausted body just snuggles closer against him. “Let me rest for a little bit.” I mumble, drifting towards sleep.

Waking up is like opening my eyes into a genuine nightmare. The headache activates with full force and when I swallow my mouth is dry like it is full of cotton balls. This hangover is beyond anything I’ve ever felt.

Fury coursed through me as I drank last night at the party and since stepping off the plane in Las Vegas.

I groan loudly, almost crying from the pain of my hangover.

“What did I do?” I mumble, reaching up to hold my head still because it feels like it’s going to fall off.

“Hello my beautiful wife.” His voice makes me jump. “I brought you a coffee, some water, and some headache pills.”

“Rufino?” I roll over, towards the sound of his voice, and my head pounds harder. Pain throbs against the walls of my skull and my stomach churns with nausea.

Forcing my eyes open the ache in my body grows worse.

The motel room comes into focus.

Oh no.

Oh no.

Fuck.

No.

“Are we - married?” I mutter through my cotton ball mouth.

“Yes, Mrs. Vece. You are my wife.” He sits down on the bed next to me and I close my eyes again.

This is too much.

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