"Can you tie the strings at the top, Marie?" I asked, turning away as the door swung slightly inward. My whole body tightened a moment later when masculine fingers brushed against my spine, finding the nearly invisible zipper instead of strings, and pulled it down.
I gasped, jerking my head up, and was caught by a pair of startlingly deep blue eyes as Gaven moved farther into the dressing room and shut the door behind him. "What are you doing in here?" I hissed as the dress slipped off my shoulders. I tried to yank it back up, but his hands gripped the fabric and pulled it back down, right off my arms, until the material was pooled on the floor and I was left before him in nothing except my underwear. "You're not supposed to be in here!"
Rather than answering, he flipped the lock on the door, and my heart began to beat double time. I swallowed roughly. "You can't be in here," I repeated, hoping I sounded stronger than I felt. I lifted my arms and covered my chest, but his eyes sparked with irritation and his hands reached around me, gripping my wrists and pulling them away as he spun me and pushed me back against the mirror.
The cool surface made me shiver and I was forced to crane my neck back to look up at the wicked man pinning me in place. Gaven loomed over me, a hulking mass of male beauty and dangerous intentions. "You're not as traditional as your father, Angel," he said, "but I thought you might like another lesson in what it means to be my fiancée. Tell me something, do you like the present I gave you?"
“No.” The word snapped out of my lips as I narrowed my gaze on him. “I’d like it if you would leave me the hell alone.” My thighs rubbed together as I tried—desperately and in vain—to look at anything in the small, cramped room other than him. His skin was so hot against me, my body felt as though it were being lit on fire. His eyes were like twin orbs of hypnotic ocean and I was viscerally aware that I was bare before him once more.
I knew he’d already seen everything. He’d had his fingers—his entire fist—inside of me, but still, I hated the sensation of his eyes roaming down my naked body. It made me feel hot, out of control. It was ridiculous.
"No?” His voice was tinted with amusement. “I think you'll like it much better after this," Gaven whispered as one of his hands left me and reached into his pocket.
I frowned as he lifted a small remote no longer than my pinky and pressed the black button in the center of it. Immediately, all of the breath in my lungs left my chest as the crotch of my underwear began to vibrate. I arched my spine, confused and utterly stunned, as the buzzing reached my ears.
Gaven smiled as I squirmed under his gaze. I whimpered when he spread my legs and shoved his knee between them, grinding the little rounded bullet that had been expertly hidden within the fabric of my underwear right against my clit.
“Ah!” I cried out and then pressed my lips together, eyes sliding to the door worriedly.
"That’s right, sweetheart," Gaven said, breathing into my ear. "Better be careful how loud you are. You wouldn’t want the nice sales associate to hear you come all over your fiancé’s knee, would you?”
I shot Gaven the deadliest look I could manage, but he merely smiled at me. His hands moved to my hips as he pulled me forward, forcing me to ride his thigh, pressing the pulsating little thing against me over and over until I was nearly sobbing with the need for relief.
My nails sank into the fabric of his sleeves. I wanted to beg him to end this unnecessary torture. My lips parted, and I cried out again as the little bullet hit my clit once more at just the right angle and a burst of white overcame my senses. I squeezed my eyes shut, clutching onto him and praying that he wouldn’t let me go because I knew without a shadow of a doubt that if he were to release me now, I'd fall to my knees.
Gaven waited, however, until the orgasm had run its course. Only then did he take a step back and let me sink down to my knees. Panting and trembling, I could feel the wetness leakingfrom beneath my underwear, running down my inner thighs as I looked up at him through a blurry gaze filled with tears as he finally hit the button on his remote once more and turned off the resonating vibrations.
I knew he and his damned ‘gifts’ couldn’t be trusted.With a scowl, I reached between my legs to pull the strange object away from my clit and then take off the offensive underwear, but before I could manage it, Gaven captured my hands and yanked them up to waist level.
"We're not done yet, Angel," he said, his voice growing deeper. His eyes were darkening by the second. Something sinister was building within their depths as he hooked my hands at the sides of his hips. “Let go,” he warned me, “and you’ll regret it.”
I swallowed roughly but needing a moment to ground myself, I let my hands remain where they were on his hips. His fingers found the front of his slacks and slowly lowered the zipper. My lips parted in shock as he freed himself from the constraints of his pants and then held his cock before me, mere inches from my face. "One more lesson today," he said. "Open your mouth."
I flinched back. “Fuck you,” I snapped. He was fucking massive. I knew he would be. I’d felt the evidence of his cock against me enough times to know, but it was different seeing it in person. The width of him was wide, and the length … it was frightening. I had a moment to think that perhaps taking my virginity by fisting had been a kindness from him instead. With how hard he was now, practically pulsating in front of my face, he looked ready to tear me apart all over again.
Gaven stroked himself once, moving his hand up and down the length of himself squeezing as he neared the head before taking the shaft in one hand and palming the back of my head in his other. My eyes jerked up to meet his, and he smirked as he pressed the tip of his cock to my lips. "I intend to fuck you,Angel,” he said. “Now, open those pretty lips of yours and take my cock or I'll shove it in, and believe me, I’ll be much rougher if you make me fight for it."
Gaven Belmonte was a certifiable monster. A cruel man. It was my fate, now, to be taken by him. That much was clear. I shivered at his words. I wanted to push back, to fight, but I knew he was right. He would make me regret resisting him. He already had. Call it self-preservation or maybe even a bit of curiosity, but I had no other recourse. I gave in. I let my lips part, accepting the head of his cock into my mouth. He pushed forward, stroking himself over my tongue as he released his length and reached up to grip the back of my skull with both palms.
Rough, masculine hands slid through my hair, unleashing some of the strands from the bun I’d tied it up in to get into the wedding dresses. They fluttered down to my neck. A groan rumbled up from Gaven’s throat as he pushed further, the underside of his cock sliding over my tongue as he moved steadily toward the back of my throat.
"That's it, sweetheart," he said through gritted teeth. "Suck me deep."
Heat danced along my cheeks. I could only imagine what I must have looked like. A whore on her knees for a tall, powerful man, using her mouth as he wanted. I’d never felt so fucking degraded, and yet, as I shifted my weight on my knees before him, I also couldn’t deny that there was still wetness leaking from my pussy.
I'd never done this before—a fact I was sure he knew—but he didn't act as though he cared. No, in fact, he continued to thrust himself back and forth until I'd taken over half of him into my mouth. I gagged as his tip brushed against the back of my throat, and he sighed, stopping and holding himself there.
He stretched my lips open until the corners burned. I looked up at him through a watery gaze and found him staring back, theglitter of something in his gaze—hunger. "Let this be your next lesson, Angel," he said quietly, one hand coming around to cup my jaw as he stroked my skin with his thumb. "The first step to pleasing your husband is to suck his cock like a good little slut. All the way."
My eyes widened, and I jerked my gaze down to where a good three more inches rested outside of my mouth.There’s no way.If I took any more of him into my mouth, he'd go down my throat. I couldn't. I would suffocate.
As if sensing the direction of my thoughts, he smiled down at me when I once again lifted my gaze to meet his. "You'll do it," he said. "Now, hold your breath. I'm going to fuck your mouth. I want you to swallow what I give you. That’s your duty now. I’m going to come down your throat, you’ll swallow it all, and when I’m done, you’ll thank me."
I glared at him. The fuck I would. Before I could pull off of his cock, however, he was already moving forward. He didn’t give me a chance. His hands locked onto my head as my nails scored his hips.
It was apparent that once Gaven decided to do something, he was secure in knowing he would. He said he would fuck my mouth, and that was exactly what he did. I squeezed my eyes shut as he held me still and pulled himself out of my mouth, only to sink back in a moment later. He repeated the motions over and over, thrusting back and forth over my tongue until something salty began to leak from the head of his cock.
Shocked, my eyes widened as it poured out onto my tongue and soaked the inside of my mouth with his precum. Salty and thick as it eased his passage. I wondered … Gaven was such an in-control man. Dominant. What would he do if I actually tried to make him lose his cool? On his next withdrawal, I opened my eyes and looked up as I flicked my tongue, curious to know what it would do. I lapped at the liquid spilling from him and foundpleasure in the stuttering of his hips as he jerked—as if he were oversensitized.
