“What about your parents? Couldn’t your family have helped you?”
“My father is a judge in the court system, and my mother spends her days drinking at the country club to avoid the fact that my dad has two mistresses. Trust me, I would not have gotten any sympathy from them.”
Rhonan blows out a breath before cupping the back of my head and holding me to his chest. “I’m so fucking sorry, Vienna.”
“What are you sorry for?”
His head moves back and forth against mine. “For everything that you’ve gone through.”
“Me? You’ve gone through so much more than I have, and yet…” I cut myself off. “Thank you, but I should have been honest from the beginning.”
He cups my jaw and forces me to look at him. “I understand why you weren’t.”
“You deserve honesty, and I promise going forward that you’ll have it from me. My past is messy, but I’m trying to move on. It’s the only thing left to do.”
“I understand that more than you know, but also? I really want to beat the shit out of your soon-to-be ex-husband.”
Laughter bubbles out of me as the adrenaline running through my veins finally starts to subside. “Trust me, I would love to see that.”
Framing my face in his hands, he says, “You’re safe with me. You know that, right?”
“I do.”
“You’ve changed my life, Vienna. And even though we’ve both suffered, it’s time for us to have someone to handle the shitty parts of life with.”
“Rhonan Hart… I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to explain just how much you mean to me.”
Our lips meet and a wave of relief rushes through me. “Fuck, I need you.” Rhonan mumbles against my lips. “I want…”
“Yes…”
Rhonan backs us up against the stacks of wine barrels and spins me so my back is to his chest. “Lift your dress.” I do as I’m told as I hear the sound of him unbuttoning his slacks and pulling down his zipper. “Jesus, your ass is so fucking perfect.” His hand connects with my skin, leaving a sting behind before he pulls at the strings of my thong on each hip, snapping it from my body.
I glance over my shoulder to find him tucking my useless underwear into the pocket of his pants as he pumps his cock. “Will you stop ruining my underwear?”
“Just stop wearing them.” Dragging the head of his cock through my pussy to test my readiness, he finds me soaking already. “Fuck, your pussy is already wet for me.” He lines himself up and pushes in, the sensation so tight from the angle we’re at, but the heels I’m wearing are making our height difference work. I use the barrels in front of me for leverage as he pumps in and out of me. “God, I don’t think I will ever get enough of the way your pussy squeezes my cock.”
“Don’t stop, Rhonan.”
His hand travels over my shoulder and up the back of my neck, burying in my hair and tightening around the strands just hard enough that he can pull me back to him. Our mouths meet as he continues to slide in and out of me, over and over, letting me feel every silky inch of him.
I can feel my wetness drip down the inside of my thighs. My chest is heaving as I struggle to take in air. And Rhonan’s eyes are locked on mine as he holds me to his chest.
His other hand grips my hip possessively as he thrusts, over and over, taking us both higher. I reach behind his neck and pull his mouth to mine over my shoulder again, mumbling, “I’m close.”
“Rub that perfect little clit and get there so I can fill you with my cum.”
His words ignite a spark in me as I bring my hand back and reach beneath my dress, finding my clit and rubbing in circles, building the friction I need to come.
“Fuck, Vienna. You’re dripping.”
“I’m almost there.”
“Shit. Fuuuuck…”
“Rhonan!”
We shatter at the same time, gasping for air as pleasure rushes through both of us. He holds me to his chest, still buried inside of me as we let every tremor run its course. “You’re mine now, Vienna. And I promise, I won’t let anything happen to you.”
