Page 49 of A Love So Wrong
The gold mask crushed into his shoulder but stayed in place over her eyes. He held onto her tightly as her body rocked with her tears. Spearing a hand through her curls, he cradled the back of her head. Dropping his head, he let his mouth brush past her ear. He wanted to kiss her, to lay with her on this bed, and hold her, but he knew he couldn't.
Stepping back from him, Jade sniffed and reached under her mask to wipe her tears before adjusting it back again.
"Now," the man on the line spoke again, and Gideon could see Jade startle and knew she could hear him now too. "Gideon, I want you to take off your shirt and pants."
Even through the eye slits of the mask, Gideon could see Jade's eyes widen in shock. But she couldn’t possibly be more shocked than him, it felt as if he had just been struck. Whatever he was expecting, it sure as fuck was not this.
"Now," the voice snapped.
Fury was the only thing that kept his hands from shaking and his gaze from nervously seeking out Jade's. Pulling his shirt up and over his head, Gideon tossed it on the bed. His heart was pounding now as he reached for the front of his pants.
"Better yet, I want you to do it, Jade," the man said, the smile evident on his voice.
Jade's hands clenched into fists. Gideon stood frozen, unsure of everything. He had dreamed of this, but neverlikethis. He wanted her to touch him, but this felt wrong. Spellbound, his body tightened, and his voice caught in his throat as he watched her slowly reach out with one hand for his pants. His abdominal muscles jumped at the brush of her soft knuckles, and he heard the tiny noise she made in surprise. This was wrong, he reminded himself, but his body didn't give a damn. This was a dream come true, and his body was conditioned to respond. Heat pooled in his loins as her other hand shakily came up to help the other. Tugging at his waistband, she gently pulled the button free from the hole. Dear God, he breathed, tilting his head back to the ceiling. Shame and pure lust surged within him as he heard her breath catch. With no need for help, the zipper practically glided down on its own as his dick began to swell.
"Pull them down," the voice commanded.
Looking back down his heaving chest, Gideon watched in tortured fascination as Jade pushed his pants carefully past his black boxer briefs until they bunched on the floor around his ankles. Straightening back up, her hazel stare dropped to the bulge in his shorts.
Fucking hell. It wasn't supposed to be like this.
Gideon willed himself, begged even, for his dick to calm down. It ignored him. He could feel her gaze settle over him like a goddamn caress and his dick loved every minute of it. His chest and abs tightened at the inspection as if his body was preening for her. Kill him now, God, just kill him the fuck now.
"Now Gideon, undress your sister," and this time, Gideon could hear the mocking tone at the wordsister.
Her tiny sound of dismay was like water to boiling oil. Snapping his gaze to hers, Gideon could feel something dark and a little cruel wrap around his heart as he stepped easily out of his bunched pants. Oh yes, he would undress her all right. And he would let his eyes linger on every fucking bit of her just as she did him.
Without preamble, he stepped forward and reached for her shirt. Jade jumped, and the sudden determination that overtook him vanished.
Holding up her hand to him, Jade backed away, bumping into the nightstand behind her shaking her head. "I-I can't," she stuttered. "I don't want Gideon to have to do this. Please, there must be some other-"
Her words stopped, and Gideon frowned as her head tilted ever so slightly to the side. Was the man talking directly to her now? Angry Gideon stepped forward, closing the gap between them, ready to reach out and take one of her earbuds. He didn't want that bastard talking to her.
"I understand," Jade nodded, and her shoulders sagged in defeat.
"What the hell did you say to her?!" Gideon demanded.
"I just reminded her of our deal," the man spoke again. "Now, continue."
Gideon was still trying to process the situation when Jade grabbed both of his hands. Gently, she led his hands to the center of her shirt where the buttons of the top began between her breasts and dropped her hands away. Gideon's mind immediately went blank.
For a moment, neither one of them moved. Their eyes were locked on one another's, and Gideon prayed she could see the silent apology in his. Moving his fingers slowly, he began to unbutton her top. Each button felt like a beat of a drum in his chest. Five buttons fell away, one by one, until her shirt draped open, revealing a pink bra underneath.
God help him.
Gideon could feel himself begin to sink under the tide of his desire and could feel the part of him he held deep down inside of him for so many years begin to surface. His hands began to steady themselves, losing their nervous shaking as he carefully pushed the material off her shoulders and down her arms to fall to the ground. Blinking slowly, he took in her rapid breaths and burning skin, and heaven help him, he savored it.
"Now her pants," the voice instructed.
But the command was unnecessary, Gideon was already reaching for the drawstring of her pants and pulling it free from the little bow she placed earlier. Carefully, he let his hands flatten over her skin as he traced every contour of her body, pushing the fabric down to the floor. Standing up straight, Gideon lingered on every detail. She looked like something out of a book standing there in that mask. A forest goddess come to drive him insane. The strong curves of her calves, the ampleness of her thighs, and the small scrap of pink and purple fabric hiding her most delicate spot from him, all of it were aids to his growing madness.
Nervously, her hands tried to cover her stomach, and Gideon found himself fighting the urge to snatch her hands away. No, her stomach wasn't perfectly flat, but it was fucking beautiful. Everything about her was. He didn't need to look down at his dick to know its straining condition. He could see by the way her breathing increased, and her eyes kept drifting downward that she was just as aware.
"And her bra," the voice added.
Gideon ignored Jade's whimper at the decree. He was too far gone. If that piece of shit told him to rip the remainder of her underwear off with his teeth, Lord help him, Gideon would. He would do it, and fucking love it.
Stepping forward, Gideon encircled his arms around her.
