Page 16 of Sinister Engagement

"All right, well, you let me know if you're feeling dizzy. This is a lot to take in, and I hear that you'll be married quite soon," she replied. "Let's hurry and find that dress. The dress of your dreams!"

I marched after her as the attendant flitted forward, glancing back when Gaven withdrew his cell from his pocket as it rang and put it to his ear. His eyes followed me the entire way, making me hyper aware of every move I made.

The attendant—who I later learned was named Marie—helped me sort through various dresses, and finally, we decided on three pieces to take back to the dressing room. One in cream, one in white, and one in an off-white lace. The first was pretty, though slightly plain. Turning this way and that, my head tilted as I eyed the dress in the mirror. I eventually shook my head, noting the fit was awkward on my waist and hips.

I was halfway through getting the second dress on after the first one wouldn't even make it up my hips when the doorknob jiggled. Without thinking, I reached up and turned it as I pulled the short straps of the dress up my arms.

"Can you tie the strings at the top, Marie?" I asked, turning away as the door swung slightly inward. My whole body tightened a moment later when fingers that were decidedly masculine brushed against my spine, finding the nearly invisible zipper, instead of the strings, and pulling it down.

I gasped, jerking my head up, and was caught by a pair of startlingly deep blue eyes as Gaven moved farther into the dressing room and shut the door behind him. "What are you doing in here?" I hissed as the dress slipped off my shoulders. I tried to yank it back up, but his hands gripped the fabric and pulled it back down, right off my arms until the material was pooled on the floor and I was left before him in nothing but my underwear. "You're not supposed to be in here!"

Instead of answering, he flipped the lock on the door, and my heart began to beat in double time. I swallowed roughly. "You can't be in here," I repeated, hoping I sounded stronger than I felt. I lifted my arms and covered my chest, but his eyes sparked with irritation and his hands reached around me, gripping my wrists and pulling them away as he spun me and pushed me back against the mirror.

Gaven loomed over me, a hulking mass of male beauty and dangerous intentions. "You're not as traditional as your father, Angel," he said, "but I thought you might like another lesson in what it means to be my fiancée. Tell me something, did you like the present I gave you?"

My thighs rubbed together as I tried—desperately and in vain—to look at anything in the small cramped room but him. His skin was so hot against me, my body felt as though it were being lit on fire. His eyes like twin orbs of hypnotic ocean water.

"I-I-" I couldn't seem to get words out. It was ridiculous. He'd asked me a simple question, but how was I going to tell him my feelings about the little 'gift' he'd given me? Who gave their fiancée underwear? Especially when they hadn't known each other for very long. Gaven Belmonte, that's who.

"I think you'll like it much better after this," Gaven whispered as one of his hands left me and reached into his pocket.

I frowned as he lifted a small remote no longer than my pinky and pressed the black button in the center of it. Immediately, all of the breath in my lungs left my chest as the crotch of my underwear began to vibrate. I arched my spine, confused and completely stunned as the buzzing reached my ears.

Gaven smiled as I squirmed under his gaze. I whimpered when he spread my legs and shoved one of his forward, grinding the little rounded bullet that had been expertly hidden within the fabric of my underwear right against my clit.

"There you are, sweetheart," Gaven said, breathing into my ear. "That's how it's supposed to feel between a man and a woman." His hands moved to my hips as he pulled me forward, forcing me to ride his thigh, pressing the pulsating little thing against me over and over until I was nearly sobbing with the need for relief.

My nails sank into the fabric of his jacket sleeves. I wanted to beg him to end this unnecessary torture. My lips parted and I cried out as the little bullet hit my clit once more at just the right angle and a burst of white overcame my senses. I squeezed my eyes shut, clutching onto him and praying that he wouldn’t let me fall because I knew without a shadow of a doubt that if he were to release me now, I'd fall to my knees.

Gaven waited, however, until the orgasm had run its course. Only then did he take a step back and let me sink down. Panting and trembling, I could feel the wetness leaking from beneath my underwear, running down my thighs as I looked up at him through a blurry gaze filled with tears as he finally hit the button on his remote once more and turned off the resonating vibrations.

That'll fucking teach me to accept gifts from him.

"We're not done yet, Angel," he said a moment later, his voice growing deeper. His eyes were darkening by the second. Something sinister building within their depths as his fingers found the front of his slacks and slowly lowered his zipper. My lips parted in shock as he freed himself from the constraints of his pants and then held his cock before me, mere inches from my face. "One more lesson today," he said. "Open your mouth."

I'd never seen a cock before. At least, not in person. I'd seen them in movies and in art, but that was very different from having one right in front of me, and Gaven's was a lot larger than what I'd seen before. He stroked himself once, moving his hand up and down the length of himself squeezing as he neared the head before taking the shaft in one hand and palming the back of my head in his other.

Finally, what he’d said hit me. My eyes jerked up to meet his, and he smirked as he pressed the tip of his cock to my lips. "Open," he repeated. "Or I'll shove it in."

I shivered with the meaning in his words, and I wanted to push back. Tell him I didn’t want to because I worried he’d be the monster I saw lurking behind his gaze. Except I knew in the pit of my stomach there was no way I could get away even if I tried. Eventually, self-preservation and a bit of unwanted curiosity won out, and with no other recourse, I let my lips part, accepting the head of his cock in my mouth. He pushed forward, stroking himself over my tongue as he released his length and reached up to grip the back of my skull with both palms.

"That's it, sweetheart," he said through gritted teeth. "Suck me deep."

I'd never done this before—a fact I was sure he knew—but he didn't act as though he cared. No, in fact, he continued to thrust himself back and forth until I'd taken over half of him into my mouth. I gagged as his tip brushed against the back of my throat, and he sighed, stopping and holding himself there.

I looked up at him through a watery gaze and found him staring back, the glitter of something in his gaze—hunger. "I'll go easy on you since this is your first time, Angel," he said quietly, one hand coming around to cup my jaw as he stroked my skin with his thumb. "But in the future, you're going to learn to take me all the way."

My eyes widened, and I jerked my gaze down to where a good three more inches rested outside of my mouth.There’s no way.If I took any more of him into my mouth, he'd go down my throat. I couldn't. I would suffocate.

As if sensing the direction of my thoughts, he smiled down at me when I once again lifted my gaze to meet his. "You'll do it," he said. "Now, hold your breath. I'm going to fuck your mouth. I want you to swallow what I give you."

There was nothing left for me to say or do. Once Gaven had decided to do something, he was secure in the knowledge that he would. He said he would fuck my mouth, and that was exactly what he did. I squeezed my eyes shut as he held me still and pulled himself out of my mouth only to sink back in a moment later. He repeated the motions over and over, thrusting back and forth over my tongue until something salty begin to leak from the small hole at the head of his cock.

On his next path out, I opened my eyes and looked up as I flicked my tongue, curious to know what it would do. I lapped at the liquid spilling from him and found pleasure in the stuttering of his hips as he jerked—as if he were over-sensitized.

"Fuck," he growled. "You asked for it."

With that, he forced himself farther into my mouth and held still. A moment later, more of that salty fluid came over my tongue, filling my cheeks and slipping down my throat. I choked, but he tightened his hold when I tried to move back.

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