I could barely stopmyself from kissing her.
Fuck.
I grab a new bottle of scotch from the liquor cabinet in my bedroom and pour myself a glass. I’ve been going through my stash far too quickly ever since I brought her to my home, but I’d rather dull my senses than come face-to-face with the ravenous monster I’ve created.
God, I nearly went there.
Just one more second, one more breath from her lips, and I would’ve devoured them whole.
But it’s wrong. It’s so fucking wrong after I saved her from those monsters that tried to rip her away from me. And then I go around and nearly turn into a monster myself.
I stare at my hands like they aren’t even mine. The moment my fingers touched her skin, I was done for. Sogoddamn soft and divine, a creature like her is almost unfathomable to exist, yet … she’s right there, in my home, mere steps away, but miles out of reach.
I’ve never craved for anything.
Not a single thing in my life.
My parents taught me to only ever care about the business, the legacy … and then she came along and threw all that overboard.
I want her.
God, I want her more than anything in the whole damn world. Maybe even more than vengeance itself.
But why? Is it just because she once belonged to Lucio?
I take another sip of my drink and sink into my comfy chair, wondering how I’m going to defeat this raging urge to slam her into the wall and fuck her until she moans my name.
God, the mere thought has me biting my own lip and rubbing my hard-on right through the fabric of my pants.
It’s so goddamn wrong, yet I want nothing more than to make her mine. But she’ll never be mine. Even though I already made her my wife, she’ll forever hate my guts for locking her in this mansion. She could never want a man like me.
I take another sip of my drink and let the heat burn my throat to try to quench the desire taking hold.
I have to curb this arousal right fucking now.
I tear open my jeans and pull out my cock, glistening with pre-cum, gripping it tightly as I begin to rub her out ofmy system.
Just this last time.
Or at least, that’s what I tell myself as I vigorously jerk myself off to the image of my ring around her tilted neck, waiting for me to kiss it.
My head leans back over the chair while I picture her in a pretty dress. I peel it away from her shoulders, cupping her tits in my hands, as I press my lips onto her neck. Leaving kisses everywhere I go, I slowly strip her naked and admire her beauty, before I thrust into her wetness and claim her as mine.
I rub my shaft faster and faster, using my pre-cum as lube, each thrust into my hand pulling me closer to the edge of no return. My hand slides up my chest, popping buttons as I go while the heat begins to take hold.
All I can picture is her body beneath me, writhing with delight, my hands around her waist, her perky ass up against my body, back arched against the wall, while my fingers are splayed against her pussy, and her moans fill my ears.
I groan out loud, nearly losing myself in the moment. “Fuck, Stella!”
Suddenly, there’s some rustling near my door, and I abruptly stop despite being near the peak of my arousal. Breathing out ragged breaths, I get up from my chair and tuck myself back in with trouble, zipping up as best I can, before I march straight toward my door.
But the second I open it, I’m frozen in place.
Stella’s right in front of me, staring at me with those doeeyes that still take my breath away. But it’s her dress that catches my attention. She changed into a bright red one that accentuates all of her pretty curves, and fuck me, does she look appetizing in this, especially after what I just did.
Sarah must’ve purchased that for her to fill her wardrobe.
Did Stella just change into something more seductive on purpose?
