Page 43 of Sweet Rule
Law holds up one finger and chides me with a click of his tongue. “I think you mean, ‘what do you want, husband?’”
I scowl at him but it feels thin. Paper thin. Like one wrong tap and it’ll crack like the toothpaste and toilet paper my mom used to make me stuff into the cracks of the motels we stayed in to keep the draft out. It looked alright, but you lean against it or accidentally brush it and it would crumble and flake in on itself until the hole was back and bigger than ever. I feel that way now. Like dried up minty toothpaste stuck to someone’s fingers. I rub my hands together and turn away from him before he can catch on to the fact that I’m weak right now.
I don’t know how long I plan to try and hide it from him, though. I’ll always be weak where he’s concerned. “If you think I’m going to call you husband, you’re out of your mind.”
Law’s answer comes immediately. “I don’t just think. I know, Honey. You’re going to fucking call me husband if I have to fuck it into you.”
My body runs hot again at knowing he still wants me, but I’m not surprised. The sex was always good with us.It wasn’t just sex. It was so much more,a voice whispers to me and I smack it down. No, I’m not going there. I can’t.
I look at him over my shoulder. “The only time you’re going to fuck me is tonight,” I tell him.
He grins at me. “Oh, princess. I love it when you lie.”
We stare at each other for a second before he ambles towards me, calm as you please. If you didn’t know we’d just been forced to get married in a sex club by a priest I was pretty sure was blackmailed into being there a half hour before, you’d think he was discussing dinner reservations with me. Not whatever it is he’s about to bring up. I tense waiting for him to speak but he doesn't say a word until he’s right in front of me.
He lifts a finger and runs it along the edge of my hair. It’s loose, curled slightly, just the way he loves it. He runs his thumb up the length of my hair and then loops a lock of it around his pointer finger, the move bringing his thumb close to me. It brushes the curve of my breast and then a second later he flicks it across my nipple. A whimper escapes my lips before I can even process what the fuck is happening and he smirks.
“That’s my sweet girl.” His thumb is back, this time with more pressure and when it finds my nipple he presses it into sensitive flesh, slowly circling until it beads and aches.
“You shouldn’t- ” I start but my voice is barely above a whisper. I’m shaking from how close he is to me, how the warmth of his thumb against my breast feels. The way he’s slowly touching me. He's abandoned playing with my hair but the strands of it are tangled in his fingers that cup and squeeze my breast.
His other hand comes to my hip and he grips it tight. “I shouldn’t what?” he asks me and lowers his head to look at me.
He rolls my nipple and I hiss. My eyes close but only for a half second before the hand at my hips moves lighting fast and slaps my ass.
“Eyes on me, princess. You know I don’t like it when I can’t watch you.”
He’s right. I do know that. He loves watching me while he makes me senseless. Turns me right into a gasping and choking semblance of myself that can only think about pleasing him.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
The smile Law gives me is soft. Almost sweet. But then he leans close and kisses me and there’s nothing sweet about it. The kiss is filthy. It’s possessive and hungry. When he pulls away from me I groan and try to grab his lapels but he catches my face in his hand and chuckles.
“Open,” he orders.
My mouth opens automatically, eagerly, and Lawson spits in my mouth. I swallow it down, tasting him on my tongue with a moan when he slants his mouth to mine.
“Thank you, sir.” The words come out of me in a rush. They crash into one another, tumbling out of my mouth so fast that I nearly bite my lip again. I open my mouth to him, but even if I hadn’t, he would have had his way. His tongue moves along mine and he moans.That sound. God, I’d missed that sound. My hands find his shoulders and I grab on to him as I drink up the sounds of Law kissing me. I can’t breathe. The longer we kiss, the more breathless I become, but I also can’t let him go to catch my breath. I’d rather suffocate so long as I can keep his mouth on mine and his hands on my body. I hold him just as tightly as he does me. He’s still fondling my breast, fingers stroking and playing with my body, stoking the pulse of my clit with each drag of his fingers over my skin. Law plunders my mouth like he’s starved for me and I understand the hunger, because I have been dying without the taste of him on my lips and tongue.
When we pull apart we’re both breathing hard. We’re silent, the only sound in the room is our ragged breathing and the wild thumping of my heart. It feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest. It’s so loud that it’s like an ocean roar and I’m struck stupid by it. By Law.
“You don’t tell me what I shouldn’t do, princess. You got that straight? You’re mine.My wife.My little girl,” his voice drops an octave with those last two words and I can’t help but shiver. I want to give in. To tell him he’s right and that he’s my Daddy. That I never stopped loving him and that even though everything is a mess, I know it’ll work out because we have each other. Because he chose to handfast us and not take Zeus’ rings. I can still feel the weight and pressure of the tie he’d looped and knotted around our hands.
“You obey me.” Those three words are gruff but I’m not paying attention to them. I’m looking at the fabric in his hands. The one he’d used for the ceremony. The tie was one I’d picked out for him. It isn’t fancy by any stretch of the imagination, not even sure if it was well made, but I’d been the one to choose it for him. That is because all of his ties are ones that I’d picked.
I want to tell him that the knot he made to tie us together is the only thing that matters. The vows he spoke were the only true thing I’ve heard since I left him. That those honest words can wipe out the rest of it.
“I will never leave or forsake you.”
“I will always come for you when you call, Honey Sokolov.”
I want to say it and believe it, because he gave me his name. He called me by his name. That means we’re family. We always were in my heart, but hearing him say it made it real. Family is power. If I love him, then isn’t that power made all the more undeniable? Wouldn’t it have the power to make us okay again?
I want to ask him that so bad my jaw aches from how hard I have to clench it to keep it shut. I don’t say anything about it. If I do, I'll break and crack. I’ll be nothing but something you wipe your hands free of. Something you want to wipe clean. If Lawson wipes himself clean of me, I won’t make it.
I force it down and look over his shoulder at the wall. I shake my head. “Just because we’re married doesn’t mean that I have to give you that.” I cross my arms and don’t look at him, even when he cups my face. His touch is gentle, fingers just barely ghosting over my skin and I hate myself for wanting to lean into his touch. I don’t do it, but only just barely. Thankfully, he pulls his hand away and I’m able to catch my breath when he puts space between us.
“When are we done here?” I ask him. The room I’m in has a bed, so I guess that’s the quickest way to getting out of the club.
