“I came.”
He yanks his hard dick out from his dress pants and shoves it inside me.
This time, I feel full and stretched, and a little bit of pain as he fucks me hard and fast. He yanks me by the hair, kissing my neck as I dig my nails into his back.
He fucks me hard and long. The only thing I hear is the sound of my moans.
He bites my lip hard as I feel him throbbing inside of me.
When he pulls out, warm cum sticks to my stomach.
“I missed being inside of you. You finally belong to me.”
His words chill me to the bone. What does he mean byI finally belong to him?
He slides back into me again, continuing to fuck me long and hard, and I enjoy every second of it. I missed him being inside of me too, but I don’t dare say it out loud.
I moan his name, my words echoing off the walls as I feel him throbbing inside of me again.
My stomach drops. Is he coming inside of me?
I try to push on his chest gently.
“Irvin. Don’t come in me, please.”
He laughs, and it sends chills down my spine. “Open your mouth, princess.”
I sit up on my knees and do what he says, feeling the head of his dick easing into my mouth. I choke and gag as spit trickles down my chin. He grabs the back of my head and pushes hard, sliding in and out. His face is flushed, and he nibbles on his bottom lip.
“Your mouth feels so damn good around my dick, princess.”
He slowly slides in and out, fucking my mouth now.
“Shit, Lilac. I missed your mouth.”
Desire grows in the pit of my stomach as my core tingles.
Several minutes later, I taste the salty flavor in my mouth and swallow his cum.
I stare at him as he slides his pants back on, disappearing into his bathroom and returning with a wet rag in hand. He wipes me clean and zips up my dress. My heart pounds as I stare at him, realizing that I have to keep my guard up with Irvin because if I don’t, I’ll start to fall in love with my temporary husband—and I can’t have that.
Lilac
The next morning, I wake up in Irvin’s bed. My head pounds. My mouth is dry. I drank way too much. My legs feel like Jell-O as I swing them over the edge and push myself off the bed.
I can’t believe I agreed to be Irvin’s fake wife—almost getting caught in my web of lies. I need to stay away from Preston. I have a feeling he’ll be snooping into my past, but he won’t be able to find anything. I made sure no one can track the old me—Paige.
My breath catches, and my knees weaken.
I even created a fake death certificate—Paige died by suicide. At the time, that’s what I wanted—just to end it all, after getting bullied and blamed for my parents’ deaths.
One of my father’s old friends helped with my new identity and promised me that no one would ever dig into my past.
Tears wet my eyes. I miss my old life. I miss the old me. But I had to bury her if I was going to outrun my demons.
Sighing, I stare out the window at the sun shimmering across the sea. The water is too calm, too still. A chill snakes down myspine. I can’t help but to think someone is watching me from the balcony. But I know no one is there.
I can’t wait until the fake marriage is over so I can go back to my regular life. The life I created can go up in smoke if I don’t keep up with the lies I’ve told my friends. Guilt follows me around like a shadow.
