Page 15 of Suck

The too big flip flops his sweet housekeeper loaned me slap against the marble in the most obnoxious and least classy way possible. Reece doesn’t seem bothered by the inelegant noise or the stares from the two front desk clerks as he guides me through the lobby and straight to the elevator. We don’t even have to stop to retrieve the room key as his assistant has already taken care of ensuring a smooth journey from his SUV straight to the penthouse. Although he rolled his eyes when I told him where Antonio planned for us to spend our wedding night. My former fiancé may be mafia but not at the level of Reece. Without the stature, power, or wealth of the head of the family himself, proven by his abundantly clear distaste of the accommodations.

He doesn’t say a word in the elevator so I remain mute too. Easy to keep quiet with the three hulking bodyguards riding to the top with us. I steal a few glances at them out of curiosity to see what they think of their boss holding hands with a poor girl wearing his clothes and going to a mid-level hotel rather than the exclusive resorts he probably normally frequents. Strange enough, they wear blank masks of indifference. Acting like our odd parade is a normal part of the job. Securing the mobster and his mistress. My gaze flicks back to my blue tipped toes at the thought. Never imagining myself as a mistress. But I never thought I’d be forced to marry someone I didn’t love so this year has been full of unexpected peculiarities.

Only a grunt of disgusted annoyance accompanies Reece shoving down the knob to the suite and holding the door open for me to enter. He grabs my hand again once I step inside and tucks me against him while the man he seems to trust the most, Ryker, walks through the messy space. I’m not sure what he was expecting to see but whatever it was, he doesn’t find it and gives Reece a quick nod before stepping back into the hallway with the lock clicking in finality behind him.

Familiar awkwardness returns, and I pull away from his grasp to hurriedly gather the lingerie strewn across the sofa. I wanted plain, grandma, ‘I’m on my period permanently’ panties while my mother insisted I wear the thong. If that’s not sick, I don’t know what is.

“Sorry for the mess. This is where I got ready for the ceremony and things were kind of hectic.”

A bottle of champagne tucked into an ice bucket and a plate of chocolate covered strawberries sit next to the six containers of foundation on the cluttered table. Since I don’t normally wear make-up Savannah had to figure out which shade matched my skin tone. My belly churns from the reminder of my best friend who did so much to help me and I abandoned her. I need to call her but not now. Not in front of Reece, who busies himself with popping the cork and pouring the bubbly gold liquid into the glasses. “What are you doing?”

“Celebrating our trip.”

After his earlier surly demeanor, I’m surprised and pleased from his mischievous tone. I accept the flute and take a long drink. I’m a sucker for champagne—even the cheap brands are yummy to me. Reece of course isn’t as impressed. After taking an obligatory sip, he shakes his head, curling his lips as if something disgusting stings his tongue. He sets down his glass and peers at the bottle, trying to figure out what in the hell he just tried. I’m sure his alcohol doesn’t come from the local discount supermarket. I giggle from his pretentiousness and head to the bathroom, needing to grab my shampoo and body wash. My feet stumble over Antonio’s bag sitting next to the vanity. A haunting ache throbs in my chest. If not for Reece, I’d be here with Antonio. Taken by him, owned by him, controlled by him. I gulp the rest of my booze with a shaky hand. Thank God. Thank Reece.

“Our plane leaves in a few hours so if there’s anything else you need before we go, let me know.”

His deep voice booms from the bedroom and I take a deep breath, pushing away the thoughts of what could’ve been and enjoy what is. “Okay.”

“Thanks for sounding excited.”

I step back into the doorway, eager to return to him and prove how grateful I am for him. He’s smirking, challenging me for the hell of it.

I can’t help but laugh. Drunk on champagne and lust and freedom. “I am excited.”

“Don’t hurt yourself over there with all the enthusiasm.”

Feeling an irrational flurry of anticipation, I run and clamber up the cherry wood step stool, hopping up on the eighties style four poster bed. Surprisingly nimble for as tipsy as I am, I jump up and down on the mattress a few times. Yelling as loud as I can because I know no one can hear me up here on the top floor of the building. Except maybe the guards outside the door, but I’m sure they’ve heard worse. “I’m excited! I’m excited. I’m ex–”

I guess I’m too excited, and he tackles me. Taking us down but flipping me over at the last second so he doesn’t crush me. I like laying on his chest. I like it a lot.

I scramble up and straddle him. Too big for me to pin his wrists over his head like he does me, I circle my hands around his throat. Squeezing lightly with the same possession he conveys to me and he laughs, long, deep, and completely genuine. One of the best sounds I’ve heard in a really long time. Until I hear my other favorite sound when he groans as I tip closer, planning a gentle kiss but his hands are in my hair and he controls me, taking my mouth with the same intensity as when he takes my body.

Wrong in so many ways and on so many levels for us to make love where I was supposed to consummate my marriage to Antonio. Right now, the way Reece touches me though, I don’t care about anything but pleasing him.

She’s so sweet. I mean fucking sugar sweet. And I can’t seem to get enough of her. I’m already addicted. Probably because she has no idea that I’m infatuated with her. That I’m serious as hell. That I’m never letting her go.

Naïve enough to believe that I’m giving her choices to stay or go. To sleep with me or not. To be temporary or permanent.

I yank the hem of my shirt up her body, needing her naked. Which she is so beautifully without a bra or panties. I think I’ll keep her like this for as long as I can get away with it. I’ll buy her anything else she ever wants as long as I always have easy access to her sweet tits and pussy.

Despite the flush flooding her face, she doesn’t fight me or attempt to hide from me. Much better than last night. Now we can take our time, and I’ll fuck her the way I intended all along. “When it’s our honeymoon, we’ll be somewhere more secluded so my men won’t hear your screams.”

“Our honeymoon?”

I love how her voice shakes with the same level of anticipation as my own. “Yeah, angel. Because I’m going to fuck you and marry you and put my babies in you.”

Now I’ve made her shy again with my proclamation, and she tucks her chin down, keeping her gaze on my chest while her fingertips trail the lapels of my jacket. A huge swallow bounces in her slim throat before she licks her lips. She’s a little bit frightened of me and the truth and her own desire. I have to help her understand she’s safe to let go with me. I don’t judge. I just enjoy.

One of the few adequate elements of this dump is that the bed is high enough to perfectly line up her pussy with my dick. In one fluid movement, I stand and flip her over, palming the smooth skin between her shoulder blades so she’s crushed flat against the mattress.

Her tiny body shakes yet she remains docile to my demands. Only looking back at me with half of her exquisite face hidden in the rumpled blanket. Waiting for my command. Waiting for my domination. Waiting for my cock. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard. I can’t wait to be inside you again.”

I like keeping her a little off guard, a little unsettled. So despite my assertion, I move slowly. Leisurely running my fingers across her shoulders and down her arms, enjoying her little pants of uncertainty while goosebumps lift on her smooth skin. Her back arches and hips squirms for more while she’s literally immobile with my thighs pressing into the backs of her legs and my hands stroking the perfect curve of her back. Another gasp when I caress over and between her round ass cheeks that makes me actually hurt with desire, and I can’t help but grind into her when I finally reach her soaking lips. Wet, eager, and ready for me just like I am for her. I brush her clit but don’t linger and she resents my failure to stay longer with her pushing back into me trying to find what she needs.

“Now are you excited?”

She laughs a choked laugh. Genuine and gorgeous as she is. “Yes! Yes! I’m excited!”

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