How strange. And how easy it is to feel this way.
“It’s why I defended you,” she says. “I know what it’s like. I mean, you saw it… at my birthday party when my parents… they simply let me go. They didn’t lift a finger to—” She looks away, her eyes glassy.
I swipe my hand across her face, putting all my attention on her instead of what I just revealed. And I don’t know why, but I feel for Victoria. What happened that day was fucking wrong, and I’ve never been happier to put her family to shame than I am after seeing how they treated her.
“It’s also why I chose you,” I say, echoing her.
She looks back at me. “What do you mean?”
“It would’ve been in my best interest to marry your sister. Because she was wanted and you… were not.” She flinches. “My job was to take whatever your father valued most. But then I saw you, talked to you, and I knew it had to be you. It just made sense.Youmade sense to me.”
She keeps silent, and I delude myself into thinking she feels the same. But I know she doesn’t—she has no reason to. Only in my dreams, perhaps, she’ll kiss me again. Only there she might show me she craves me as much as I’ve come to crave her.
19
VICTORIA
Ishould go, I know I should. But all I can focus on is my husband’s hands on my thighs, squeezing, then releasing, as if he’s fighting with himself on what to do to me.
And I can’t help it—my pussy clenches, wanting him to do whatever he has in mind. His touch sizzles on my sensitive skin, and the way he looks up at me sends tingles all throughout my body.
I wonder if he realizes the effect he has on me.
When he dragged me out of my parents’ house, I expected him to be cruel, to do all sorts of terrible things to me. But this? I never anticipated this, and I’d lie if I said I wasn’t secretly enjoying it. Enjoying the way he owns me.
If I stay silent, he’ll know he’s getting me worked up. If I start talking, he’ll know I’m deflecting. But if I don’t pick something, and pick it fast, he’ll pry my legs open, and he’ll see just how wet I am for no other reason than being in his presence.
“Thank you for telling me,” I say, tucking my hair behind my ear. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to…”
Nothing. I have absolutely nothing to do, and by the way he watches me—with faint amusement lining his eyes—he knows it.
He trails his hands up, making my dress ride until it’s no longer covering my panties. I suck in a breath, feeling his thumbs tickle me at the apex of my thighs in a gentle caress.
A groan rumbles from his chest, and I breathe out an involuntary whimper. I can feel my arousal being smeared around behind the lace, and if he were to touch his inked fingers to my entrance, he’d pull them back glistening.
“I think your needy pussy is ready for cock, Victoria. Wouldn’t you agree?”
My mind becomes a blur from the hormones breaking loose inside me. I close my eyes, breath trembling when he pulls at the edges of my panties until I’m bare for him.
I place my hands on his wrists to center myself. He’s so hard there, as if it’s where he holds all his strength. His skin is warm—hot, almost—making me think he’s burning for me the same way I am for him. Only I know he’s not.
All I am to him is a possession, nothing more. He made that clear the day after I lost my virginity. And yet… here I am, wanting more of the scraps he’s willing to give. How pathetic. I realize it, and how wrong I am to want him, but I can’t help it.
I spread my legs, deluding myself that this is me taking from him, and not the other way around. My husband lies back, knees apart, shaking his head slowly as if he can’t believe my gesture either.
He takes my left foot, planting it on the left side of his chair, before doing the same to my right one. Secured in place, he brings his hands back to his lap, and unbuckles his belt.
I watch, mesmerized, completely frozen in place. The world could come to an end right now and I still wouldn’t leave this desk. Wouldn’t leave his sight. Wouldn’t bring my knees back together. Not now, when his hard cock is free, and he extends his hand toward me, inviting me to his body, to the pleasure I know he’ll offer.
There’s almost no hesitation when I take it, and he pulls me in, my planted feet helping me down until I’m hovering right above his erection.
“You’re an equestrian,” he says, caressing my hair, murmuring in my ear. “So put my cock right where you need it most… and ride me.”
My pulse is pounding in my ears.
Being so close to him, so intimately, makes me second-guess myself. Hesitantly, I nod and gently lower myself into his lap, supporting myself with my arm around his neck, until his warm cock presses against my entrance. I exhale, looking down between us, then back at him. But when I do, he’s gone. His eyes are hooded, breath flowing in tandem with mine—scattered and uneven—his impatience showing in the sharp edges of his face.
“Don’t toy with me, love.” A low hum rumbles from his chest as he fists a hand in my hair, circling my waist with the other. Holding me close, closer, closer, until I’m all over him, and he’s all over me.
