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Well, that’s an interesting turn of events.
“Did you know he pretended to work in the D.A.’s office when I was in an interrogation room?” I ask, hoping to gain back a little more faith in him.
“No. I knew he went in there and talked to you, but that was it.”
“Sounds like we need to get our facts straight.” It looks like the both of us have things jumbled concerning what happened and has continued to happen the past five years.
“I completely agree, but first…” he trails off before stealing a kiss. I melt for him as his fingers wind in my hair, anchoring my head back for him to deepen the kiss. Then, he pulls back and whispers, “I’ll give you whatever the fuck you want. I will do everything in my power to make sure you want for nothing, but Idon’t regret forcing you to marry me. You were always supposed to be my wife. Mine and mine alone.”
“That sounds quite obsessive. Is that why you were so mad at me?”
“Abso-fuckin-lutely. My. Fucking.Wife.”
He slams his mouth down on mine before reaching up my dress and yanking down my panties.
“Yours,” I moan.
“Good fucking girl. Now, take off your clothes and get in bed. I’m going to get a head start on that groveling you mentioned.”
CHAPTER 38
THE GHOST
Itease him in a way only I can. Jeremy watches me from the end of the bed, gripping the edge of the mattress, as I spread my legs open for his eyes to feast on me. My fingers glide through my wetness as his eyes narrow, his breath catching in his chest. I don’t think there’s a single thing he enjoys in bed more than watching me touch myself for him.
His fingers dig into the mattress as I moan, running my finger through my slit.
“Is this what you want, Jer?” I press my finger inside and his jaw tenses.
He runs his tongue over his bottom lip before biting the flesh. A soft flush rises in his cheeks as he grabs my ankle and moves onto the bed.
“Give it to me,” he demands.
I press my foot against his chest and slowly shake my head. “Tsk. You didn’t say the magic word.” I run my thumb over my clit before moaning.
His jaw drops as he takes in ragged breaths. “Please, let me have a taste ofmycunt, my perfect goddess.” He presses a kiss against my ankle as I thrust my fingers inside again.
“Did you forget that I like you begging, emo boy? Beg for it. You said you would grovel. Show me how desperate you are.”
He smirks as if I gave him exactly what he wanted before trailing tongue-filled kisses up my leg until he reaches my thigh. He digs his teeth in as I arch into it. His bite leaves marks that he soothes with the tip of his tongue.
“Please, baby. Let me make you come with my tongue,” he whimpers as he nudges at my hand with his nose, silently begging for what he wants.
My brain fogs from the sound he made.
Fuuuck.
He knows I go nuts over it when he whimpers.
“What if I don’t want to give it to you?” I taunt him but instead of begging some more, he rips my hand away from my cunt, replacing it with his tongue. He whimpers again and again, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
Oh my god.
This is a much better alternative. The look on his face would be enough to get me off to if I tried hard enough but I want him to work for it.
I dig my fingers through his hair as I grind my pussy against his tongue. He thrusts it in again and my eyes roll into the back of my head. I practically purr from the things he’s doing with his tongue and only his tongue.
“Such a…”Gasp.“…good…”Moan.“…fucking…”Cry.“…boy.” Every second a different noise comes out of me as he watches my face from his place between my thighs. His mouth flexes with every movement of his tongue.
