Page 31 of Under the Influence
"We can’t even figure out how to be in the same room together without all hell breaking loose. How can we getmarried?"
Tucking her back against me when her exasperation threatens to make her sit up, I nuzzle her narrow shoulder and grind my eager cock against her. "Now, that's where you're wrong, Books. We always get along inbed."
Fuck it. Risking her indignation, I release the three rhinestones dangling from her belly button ring and grasp her nipple. Rolling until the soft bud hardens to match my dick. Teasing the taut nub until she arches into my fingers searching for more. That I'm oh so willing to giveher.
"Gio..."
I like the hunger in her tone so much better than the previous doubt. With a heavy tit in each hand I stroke and tug until the torpedoes pulse under my ministrations. I growl my gratitude to her for caressing my cock with her dainty fingers. Her strokes grow more and more urgent as I slip under the waistband of her leggings and panties. Her hips lift, thrusting her smooth mound into my palm. Already searching for my magic on her clit. God I fucking love my needy girl and her greedy pussy. I’m going to give you all that and more angel. But not yet. Not until I know the other confirmation I seek from her. “Did you ever let him touch you likethis?”
She stills from my question. A stunned gasp her only response. Yeah, I’m a cruel, selfish motherfucker, but I’m desperate to claim her completely. “Did he ever make you come so hard youcried?”
“Stop it. You’redisgusting.”
Rage throbs in her voice matching her pulsing body. She twists, trying to get away. Furious and fiery. I’m glad. I need to know she’s here with me. Only wants me. Only lovesme.
My arm wraps tighter around her chest. My fingers cup her sweet sex. Immobile physically and mentally. “Did he make you want his cock so bad you begged forit?”
“You know we never madelove.”
Thank fuck for that. “Whynot?”
She mutters something I can’t make out. But pretty much sounds like she confirms I’m an asshole. “Whynot?”
“Because he’s a good man who doesn’t practically kidnap me or hold meprisoner.”
“Why notChryseis?”
“You’re abastard.”
The insult still rings through as her voice cracks. The anger dissipating only to be replaced with despair. Killing me to make her cry. But I have to fucking know. “Why didn’t you fuckhim?”
All the fight evaporates and her body falls limp against me. “Might as well answer because I won’t let you go until youdo.”
“Because I don’t lovehim.”
Fuck me. Beyond shocked she admitted the truth. Proof that I’ve smothered all her resiliency. And now it’s just pain talking. Hers. Mine. Ours. “Who do youlove?”
“Ican’t...”
"Please…I need to hear you sayit."
"You.” Her shoulders hunch as she sobs. “As much as I don’t want to, I loveyou.”
I roll her onto her back and plank over her. I hate myself. I hate her tears. I hate that she only expresses the sentiment whenforced.
“Why do you keep torturingme?”
“I don’t mean to.” I kiss her wet skin before she turns away. So I speak directly into her delicate ear. “I just want you to be honest with me. I’ll do whatever it fucking takes for you to believe in me again. Just give me thechance.”
The tears cease but her eyes remain closed. Unwilling to face me. But at least she listens. If I have to beg like a fucking ass bitch, then I will. “I won’t let you doubt this because I fucked up and you’re too stubborn to forgiveme.”
Finally her lids unclench. Her gaze filled with the fucking fire I love. “I’m not stubborn! I’m realistic. I can’t trustyou.”
“Why? I didn’t cheat on you or hit youor–”
“It would have been easier if you had. Then I would know I was right. I could make the rightdecision.”
“That’s why you can’t walk away. Because I fucked up. God, I fucked up so fucking bad.” She studies me as I speak. Staring into my eyes, watching my lips. Seeking honesty. Hopefully absorbing the sincerity I’m trying to convey. I tip my forehead to hers. “But only because I love you. Because I needed to protect you and yourfamily.”
