Page 34 of Deceit
Pulling the never-ending ribbon out of the loops and loosening her dress, Imanaged to resist the urge to run my fingertips along the length of her spine, her soft skin tempting me, and testing my resolve.
When the final loop was free, I stepped back like I’djustbeen electrocuted,and turned so she wouldn’t see the painful erection I was now sporting.
“Thanks,”she muttered, suddenly serious.
As she brushed past me, heading to the bathroom, I presumed, I caught theway her cheeks were now flaming. When the door shut behind her, the tension I’d been holding in my body unfurled.
This night was going to kill me.
Stripping out of my jacket, followed by my gun holster and bow tie, I threwthem onto the couch, debating whether I’d be better off sleeping on it. My cock was showing no signs of deflating, and there was a strong possibilitythatif I slept next to Sofia, I wouldn’t getanysleep until I blew my load.
It was fucking typical. My cock hadn’t shown any signs of life since Theowas murdered. I hadn’tevenso much as fucked my own hand, yet the one woman I couldn’t allow myself to have, my cock evidently had different ideas.
I sat my ass on the couch, about to lean down to undo my shoes, when thebathroom door opened, and Sofia appeared.
I froze.
She’d changed out of her wedding dress and now stood before me in nothingbut a white corsetthatpushed her rounded breasts together, her pert nipples pushing through the lace cups. Clipped to the corset were suspender straps holding onto white stockings, and covering her cunt were sheer white panties, letting me see a thin sliver of hair.
There wasabsolutelyno chance of my cock deflating now.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?”I growled, unable to movefrom the blood thumping in my cock.
Fuck, she looked goddamn edible.
She stumbled as she stepped away from the door, reminding me ofher intoxication, and a flash of hesitance passed over her face.“What does it look like I’m doing? It’s our wedding night,”she paused, hiccupping.“We’ve got to con…con…consummate the marriage.”
Fists clenched, it took every ounce of willpower to stand and slowly prowltoward her, giving me time to calm my racing heart. When I reached her, I roughly grabbed her chin between my thumb and finger.
“Isthatwhat you want?”I said, my voice low.“You want me to throw youonthatbed and rip your little pussy apart, huh?”
Her pupils widened, lust filling her eyes.“Yes,”she replied softly, theuncertainty in her tone betraying her answer.
Because I was masochistic and obviously liked to torture myself, I droppedher chin and clutched her hips instead, pulling them forward so my erection stabbed her belly, and letting her know the effect she was having on me.“You sure, Jailbait? Because you’ve seen how I fuck, and it isn’t gentle. I won’t spend time licking and nibbling every inch of your body until your cunt is dripping wet for me. I’ll hurt you. Bruise you. I’ll fuck you so damn hardthatevery time you move for the next week, you’ll be reminded of who ruined your pussy.”I paused, enjoying the way her breath came out in short spurts.“So I’ll ask again. Isthatwhat you want?”
She blinked, and this time when she spoke, there wasn’t a hint ofuncertainty.“Yes.”
Fuck.
Not only had she called my bluff, but now my cock was leaking withpre-cum, and I could smell her arousal in the air.
With resolve I didn’t think I had, I moved my mouth to hers, our lips an inchapart.“Too bad for you, Jailbait. I don’t fuck drunk women, and I certainly don’t fuck liars.”I released her and took a step back, ignoring the sting of rejection in her eyes.
Her lip quivered.“You…you’re an asshole.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,”I snapped back.“Now get back inthatbathroom, and change into somethingthatdoesn’t make you look like a slut so we can get some fucking sleep.”
The first tear slid down her cheek as she turned and rushed back into thebathroom. I paced the length of the room, feeling like the asshole she’d accused me of being, and reminding myself of the mantra I’d been repeating throughout the day.
When the bathroom door opened a second time, she stormed across theroom, wearing a nightshirtthatwent to her knees, and blew out the candles on either side of the bed. Shoving the rose petals off, she ripped the covers back and got into bed, pulling them all the way over her head like she’d done previously.
Sighing and hating myselfevenmore, I stripped out of my clothes, leavingmy boxers on, and turned the light off before lying down next to her, but not getting under the covers.
From next to me, sniffles reached my ears, and I closed my eyes, regrettingever making this fucked up deal with Bianchi.
Her hushed cries went on for several minutes, and I was powerless but tostay still and listen. Guilt churned in the pit of my gut until the sniffles came to a stop. When I thought she was asleep, I shifted on my side to stare in the dark at where she was hidden, pulling the sheet down to catch a glimpse of her face.
Her eyes were closed, but I wasn’t sure if she was actually asleep when softmurmurings left her mouth. Maybe she was dreaming. I listened intently, trying to make sense of her ramblings.
