Page 83 of Power Games

By midnight, Cici got to the venue. Charles Grant married Vanessa McNamara in the presence of his parents, the one member of her family she didn't despise, and their closest friends.

Then they told them all to fuck off and headed up to their suite.

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Charles would have lovedto be sweet, patient, and loving that first time. He didn't have it in him, not after that day. Thankfully, Vanessa didn't seem to want to be treated like porcelain. As he fumbled with her zipper and all the fucking buttons on her wedding dress, she opened his fly, pulled his cock out and got to her knees.

"Vanessa, I—"

He grunted, unable to finish that sentence because her lips went around him and she sucked at the sensitive tip as hard as she could, before taking him deep inside her mouth, breathing in and choking on his cock until she had to pull her head back and exhale. She continued pumping him with her hand and tried to attack his rock hard length again.

"No, you don't. Fuck, how did you even do that?"

"Practiced on a banana. Now let me play."

"No, sunshine. I want to come inside you the first time, tonight. Now help me with that fucking dress."

She laughed and conceded, sitting on the edge of their cream and gold bed and undoing the buttons and zippers.

Charles sucked in a breath. Underneath, she wore a cupless red corset made of lace, and a garter belt holding her white stockings up. Nothing else.

He growled and descended on her pussy like a famished wolf, sucking, licking, and biting as she begged for mercy. He curved two fingers inside her, hitting the spots he knew drove her to madness, until she exploded, giving in. Then, Charles moved to kiss his wife's delectable body, her stomach, her breasts, her neck, and finally, her mouth. As his lips touched hers, he lifted her legs to his shoulders, and angled his throbbing member into her molten heat, sliding home. He groaned, bit his lips, and remained inside her without moving, to help her adjust to the sensation as much as to ensure he didn't spill himself inside her right away, embarrassing himself. He was supposed to be the experienced one here. That really didn't matter. He'd never felt this. This sense of contentment and completion paired with vulnerability and raw need.

"Please."

That was all she said. It was enough. Charles retracted his hips and slid home, too hard, too fast, too deep. He practically couldn't see straight, it felt so fucking good, hot and tight. He thrust harder, faster. Their sounds were animalistic, wet, unintelligible. Her pussy spasmed around him, squeezing him so tightly he came right after her, coming deep inside her.

Charles' head fell to her chest, and he remained there, inside her in every way he could be. There was silence and peace. For a time. Then, Vanessa started to move her hips in circle, moaning low, demanding more.

And who was he to refuse his wife?

* * *

“So,this will come as a surprise for many of you, but here we are. I’m gay.”

The journalist interviewing Rob frowned. “That’s all well and good, but what’s your feeling on grapefruit, Rob? You tweeted that you eat one every day after your gym session. Your fans want to know if you really think it can help your diet.”

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“What I thinkabout Nessie’s elopement?” Kaia rolled her eyes. “Hello. The girl doesn’t put out without two sets of rings. It’s a miracle they waited as long as they did.”

“How about her dress?”

The woman glared at the journalist.

“That’s where you want me to be a bitch. Dude, that’s just cold. It’s her wedding day. Leave the damn woman for five fucking minutes. Girls don’t need to tear each other apart all the time.” Then she mouthed, “But it was kinda boring.”

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One yearlater

Barrett couldn't standher kind. The hypocrites, the liars, the manipulators. But in time, he'd come to make an exception for Vanessa McNamara. No, that wasn't right. Vanessa Grant. She was all right. Mainly because she loved the fuck out of his best buddy, and they made each other blissfully happy. It was almost painful to watch.

But he also liked her because she only lied and manipulated when it could somehow help Charles achieve his goal.

No one was surprised when he was elected president almost exactly a year after their Vegas wedding. Well, Charles might have been a little surprised, but everyone else had seen it coming.

There was one thing no one could have predicted. One thing Barrett hadn't expected, or wished for, for that matter.

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