“You’re going to come when I do,” he said, running his fingers down my neck. “As soon as you feel my cum run down your throat, I want you to come so hard that you can’t sit up straight.”
I tightened even more, trying to hold myself back for that long. I didn’t think I could. I was about to … about to …
He stilled inside of me, cum hitting the back of my throat, and my legs trembled harder than they ever had.
Rapture exploded through me, yet I didn’t stop rubbing my pussy. I doubled over slightly, unable to hold myself up, but Michael tightened his grip around my throat and held me in place.
I whimpered and swallowed all his cum, the pleasure still pumping out of me. He pulled out, and I wanted nothing more than to curl into a ball and finish out my orgasm because this was the most intense thing I had ever experienced.
He crouched by my side, placed his hand above mine, and let it glide over my clit. I leaned into him, grasping on to his shoulders for support.
“Michael,” I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut. “Michael, it feels so good.”
When I finished, he pulled his hand away, scooped me into his arms, and set me on the bathroom toilet. After wetting a washcloth, he knelt by my side and washed all the spit, drool, and makeup off my face. His lips were set into a smile, yet there was still a tenseness in them.
“You ruined my makeup,” I said, a grin breaking out on my face.
He wiped the last of it away, set the cloth in the sink, and placed a kiss on my lips. “You look better without it.”
CHAPTER28
MIA
After I cleaned up in the bathroom, Michael glanced at himself in the mirror, still looking stiff. I stood behind him.
“Is something wrong?” I asked. I rubbed his back, rested my head on his shoulder, and stared at him through the mirror.
Ever since he had come home from his talk with Melissa the other day, he’d seemed off. I had asked that night if something happened, but he didn’t really want to talk. But something had been bothering him.
“You’ve been tense and distant all week.”
He stuffed his hand into his pocket, gave me a smile, then let it falter. “I … I’ve been …” He paused for a long time and grimaced. “There’s something I need to tell you before we go out tonight. I wanted to tell you sooner, but I needed to think things through first.”
My chest tightened, a lump forming in my throat. “What is it?”
Something didn’t feel right, and I hoped that whatever it was, it wasn’t about to interfere with our relationship. I didn’t know if I could deal with any more drama at the moment. My heart had been flung around so much these past few months, and I wanted some peace.
“It’s okay,” I whispered, heart pounding in my chest. “You can tell me.”
He turned to face me and gripped my fingers in his hands. “It’s about Melissa.”
“What about her?” I asked, brushing my thumbs against his knuckles. “Did something happen? Did Mason do something to her?” I clenched my jaw, thinking the absolute worst.
After I’d blocked Mason’s number, I had known he’d do something, flip out most likely. He always thought he had me wrapped around his finger, thought I’d be that stupid girl for him forever. When he’d lost me, he’d lost his control and his power.
I grabbed his hand tighter. “Please don’t tell me he …” I whispered, tears threatening to well in my eyes. Because I would criticize myself for it. He had a god-awful way of blaming other people for his mistakes, for taking his anger out on the one person he was supposed to love.
Mason had never hit me, never laid a hand on me like that … but he had done other things. Things that disturbed me down to my very core. Things that I stored deep into my memories and swore I would never reopen because if I did … I’d break down in tears for how weak I had been to let a man touch me when I never wanted to be touched.
Cue everything I slept with Mason for the past year.
Michael shook his head. “Melissa is pregnant.”
My eyes widened. “Melissa is pregnant?” The words came out just as broken as his words had. Yet I couldn’t believe it.
So many questions were running through my mind, and I couldn’t stop them if I tried.Is the baby Mason’s or Victor’s? Maybe she has slept with someone else? How far along is she? Has she told Mason?I sucked in a deep breath. No, she definitely hadn’t yet.How is she feeling without friends to help her through this time in her life?She must feel so alone with nobody. Nobody, except Mason, who—let’s face it—didn’t love her at all.
I wrapped my arms around myself. I couldn’t imagine being pregnant right now. Melissa was so young, still had so much of her life ahead of her.
