“You’re going to kill me,” I respond as I get up. I don’t mean it the way she thinks though.
I’m so hard it hurts right now and there’s no way to hide it beneath my sweats either. I see her eyes flicking down when she thinks I’m not paying attention.
“Maybe that’s the idea,” she shoots back, but her smile is real this time.
We reset, and I go slower, letting her feel every step…or maybe I just want to feel her.
Every. Single. Part.
This time, she lands on top of me, knees around my waist and hair falling loose around her face as she leans forward. For a second, she doesn’t move and I can feel the heat of her through the thin fabric. Her core is pressed right up against my hard length, the feel of her warmth making my head spin.
She freezes, eyes closed and lips parted. Her breathing is ragged, and I know exactly what’s happening because it’s happening to me too. I’m rock hard, pinned under her, and for a moment neither of us moves.
Then she rocks her hips, just barely. I’m not sure if it's on purpose or not. Maybe just a natural reaction. It’s barely anything at all but I feel it everywhere. I groan, grabbing her hips lightly with both hands.
“Don’t…don’t stop,” I say quietly, gritting my teeth. I can hear it in my voice. I’m practically begging her. “Use me, Datura. Take what you want from me. If it makes you feel better, if it helps you hate me less…do it.”
She opens her eyes, and for a moment I think she’s going to hit me or tell me off. Instead, she grinds down again. She stares right down at me going slow at first as she builds up a rhythm. Her hands go to my chest and I grip her hips tighter, guiding her against me desperately.
Music is playing in the background but all I can hear is the sound of our breathing as I watch her. Her head is thrownback, skin slick with sweat and teeth biting into her bottom lip to keep from crying out. I want to say something…anything. I want to tell her how sexy she looks riding me like she owns me. I know better than to ruin this though.
Her body moves faster, chasing the high. The mat is damp beneath us and her thighs are trembling on either side of my waist. I can feel every hot, wet grind of her pussy and it makes my vision blur. The familiar tightening in my balls shoots through me, surprising me for a second. This shouldn’t be enough. Dry humping like a teenager shouldn’t feel this damn good and yet here I am about to jizz in my pants like I’m fourteen years old again.
She comes first, the sound of her moan is music to my ears as I follow, my hips jerking up involuntarily. The release as I come is explosive and a little humiliating all at once. I collapse back against the mat and for a second, I think she might do the same. Instead, she stands up abruptly, smoothing her shorts down with her hands. Her face is unreadable.
“Where are you going?” I ask, still flat on my back as I stare up at her. Surely she doesn’t think we are done here? She doesn’t even look at me when she speaks as she turns to walk away.
“I think I need some space,” she replies in a low tone.
I prop myself up on my elbows, watching her retreat. I want to be angry. I could force her to stay. I could make her do whatever I want but for some reason, that thought doesn’t do it for me.
“Are you ever going to forgive me?”
I’m not even sure why I ask. It just comes out. Like I give a fuck if she does or doesn’t. She’s stuck with me anyway, whether she likes it or not.
‘You do give a fuck,’a little voice whispers in the back of my head.
She stops at the doorway without turning around.
“I don’t even know who I’m supposed to forgive, Rio. I don’t know who you are, what you do, or where you go when you leave here. How am I supposed to forgive someone who made me open up to them and never gave me the same in return?”
She’s gone before I can think of a response.
Chapter Thirty-One
Liana
Iwake to the sound of running water. The shower is on in the en suite and for a second, I’m confused, wondering who the hell is in my bathroom. Then it hits me and I’m reminded of the fact that I now share a room with my husband. The word still sounds weird, even in my head. Rio’s morning routine is as regimented as ever and I have to pee. I can’t help replaying every last second from the gym last night as I wait for the sound of the water to shut off. I can’t believe I did that. I rubbed myself against him like a cat in heat as he clung to my hips and helped me right over the edge. And from the way he sounded, I think he flew right over the edge with me. That thought makes me blush and I wish I could lay here in bed and replay those images some more but I can’t. My bladder has other ideas.
I peel back the covers and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. I shuffle across the room and listen to the steady thump of water coming from the bathroom. The sound ofRio humming hits my ears and I roll my eyes. He doesn’t sound like some big and scary cartel heir right now.
‘Am I really going to do this?’
I hesitate in the doorway, then slip inside quietly, hoping he won’t notice. I can be fast. I’ll be out before he even knows it. The glass of the shower is fogged over, but his outline is unmistakable. Broad shoulders show through and I can even spot the dip of his waist outlined through the glass as he leans back and washes his hair. I gulp as I notice the large appendage jutting out from between his legs.
‘Are they all that big?’
I hurry into the separate toilet room and shut the door, doing my best not to make a sound. I do my business and am standing there debating on whether or not to flush the toilet with him in the shower.
