Ocean shifted, his chin dipping to his chest to look down at me. I peered up at him, and the worry sitting in my gut like a stone eased a little at the angry look in his eyes. “You want me to fall back?”
Panic speared my chest, and I couldn’t take a breath as I shook my head. “No.”
Sighing, Ocean tipped his head back and closed his eyes again. “It will be okay, Coby. You just have to trust in love.”
Before I could ask what the hell that even meant, his ass had fallen asleep again.
COBY
Glug. Glug. Glug. Glug. Glug. Glug.
Sluuuuuuuurp.
I lifted my head with a gasp and inhaled deeply as I stroked and admired the hard dick I gripped in my palm. A deep groan rumbled from Ocean’s chest when I licked a slow path up the thick shaft while holding his gaze. It was early morning, and I’ve been his captive bride for two weeks now. I can’t really say what brought on my need to taste him, but when I woke up next to him yet again, I was suddenly faced with my heart’s deepest desire, and so I asked myself one question.
What the fuck was I waiting for?
Ocean had still been asleep when I had my epiphany, so I’d found myself reaching for him before I could lose my nerve, and that’s how we ended up here. I was folded in half in the middle of the bed with my thighs trapped against my chest and two of Ocean’s long fingers tunneling in and out of my pussy. His strong thighs hovered near my head while I snaked my neck back and forth, mouth stretched wide for that dick.
“Fuck, baby. Shit. Just like that.” He was hovering above me on his knees, and his eyes were low as he watched me suck him off. “Greedy girl and her wet ass pussy.”
Whimpering, my eyes rolled back as I tightened around his fingers. I was getting ready to come up for air again and beg him to fuck me when someone started pounding on his bedroom door as if they were seconds from knocking it down.
“Ocean! Ocean, open up! I know she’s in there!”
What. The. Fuck?I quickly released him from my mouth, my gaze bouncing between him and the door as I angrily swiped the back of my hand over my mouth. I almost spat in that bastard’s face until I remembered that, though he wasn’t loud about it, the man was crazy as fuck.
Ocean, on the other hand, didn’t seem bothered by the demanding knocks and instead sucked his teeth and tried to stick his dick back in my mouth. I felt so damn stupid for even trusting him enough to let that thing get anywhere near. He tapped my lips with it, and I snapped my teeth at him. “Stop fucking playing with me. Why did you stop?”
“You don’t hear that?”
“Ignore it,mo aingeal. She’ll go away.”
She? My stomach sank at the confirmation of another woman. I knew this no-good-cheating-slime-ball-bucket-head-ass bastard was too good to be true. I scrambled to sit up, fighting off the tangle of blankets and sheets as I threw myself at him.
“What the—Coby, stop!” he screamed when I bit his ass. I was still locked on like a pitbull when he managed to stand from the bed with me wrapped around him. He tried to pry me off him, but I just bit down harder. “Ahhh shit! Coby, I think you drawing blood!”
Suddenly, my head was yanked back with such force that it blinded me. I was tossed away, landing on the bed a little too hard and bouncing off over the other side. I tasted blood when I hit the floor, but I knew it wasn’t mine.
When I stood, Ocean was clutching his shoulder. When he pulled his hand away to inspect his palm, it was covered in crimson. “Tugaimid onóir don fhuil1.” His eyes rose to meet mine. “That’s the second time you’ve made me bleed,mo aingeal.Keep it up, and I’ll return the favor.”
“Did you just threaten me?”
“I would never hurt you, but you’re killing me, sweet girl. Don’t look at me like that. It ain’t what you think.”
I ignored the prickling in my eyes and the insistent knocks and forced myself to meet his gaze. “What the fuck do I think, Ocean?”
He traveled around the bed, devotion carved into his beautiful face as his fingers made a collar around my throat. “That it’s someone I’m fucking. I don’t want to fuck anyone but you.”
The pounding on the door grew louder. “You can’t hide her forever. Let us in!” another squeaking voice demanded.
“Shut your lying ass up,” I grumbled and pushed away from Ocean when I remembered that I was naked and about to be jumped. I couldn’t fight for shit, so this was bad.
Huffing, I grabbed my new bamboo robe. It was another gorgeous gift Ocean provided, like a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat, after I admitted the reason I stopped sleeping in my bed. Because baby moths died so that my bedsheets could be pretty. Ocean bought me the robe as an apology for the oversight, but made no attempt to address the sheets. Every morning, I peeked inside my girly and gorgeous room after the maids were done cleaning and changing the bed, only to find that the sheets had returned.
I quickly pulled on my robe and tied the sash tightly. “How did they even get in here? Shouldn’t you have guards or something?”
Now that I was covered up, Ocean ignored me and stalked to the door. He snatched it open, but only enough to speak to the callers without them seeing me.
