Decidingthata steaming mug of coffee would help my hangover, I didn’t botherchanging out of the nightdress as I headed to the kitchen, wishing the pounding in my head would go away, and gratefulthatBillie wasn’t at home to see the state of her mother.
Reaching the kitchen, I gathered everything I needed to make my drink and allowed theevents of the night before to play in my mind. Gavin kissing me. The horror I felt at finding Jackson watching me. My desperation to get him to delete the photos. Me, on my knees as he rammed his cock down my throat.
If I hadn’t been so lost in the memories, I would have heard a car pull up, or at least, Ishould have heard the front door opening, followed by heavy footsteps through the house, leading to the kitchen.
But I didn’t.
So, when arms wrapped around my waist, and a set of lips pressed against my neck, Ialmost jumped out of my skin.
“Good morning, babe,”Alec crooned, using the term of endearment I hated so damnmuch.“Maybe I ought to go away more often if I come home to you dressed like this.”
His hands cupped my waist before roaming down my curves until he reached my ass,which was onlyjustcovered by the silk material. The touch of his fingers caressing my ass cheeks made my skin crawl, but not wanting to add to the collection of bruises I already had, I didn’t shrug away from him like I wanted to.
Summoning the best fake smile I could muster, I twisted to face him.“I didn’t thinkyou’d be home until tomorrow?”I said, hiding my grimace as I looped my arms around his neck.
“Thought I’d surprise you. I know things weren’t great between us before I left.”No,they weren’t. He’d shoved me onto the floor and kicked me in the ribsbecause I didn’t want to spread my legs for him. Before I could reply, his eyes flashed with a sudden burst of anger, and the hairs on the back of my neck prickled with awareness.“You best not be wearingthatnightdress because you had some other guy here fucking you?”
“Of course not,”I snapped, instantly regretting the spike in my temperthatmade myhead pound harder and Alec’s gaze darken. Softening my voice, I stroked a hand down his chest and fluttered my lashes at him. I knew where this would lead, but it was better than the alternative.“Ijustwanted to feel sexy, and I was missing you.”
A salacious grin spread across his lips at the seductive purr in my voice. His hand glided from my hip to my thigh before disappearing under the hem of my nightdress again, his fingers stroking over the sliver of hair on my mound.
“Let me show you how fucking sexy you are, babe,”he said, brushing his lips against mine.
Every inch of me wanted to push him away. Wanted to scream from the top of my lungsthatI didn’t want him near me. My nerves tingled with the need to run to the shower and stand under boiling water to remove the feel of his touch on my skin.
Instead, I shifted my feet, giving him access to my pussy as I reached up to kiss him. Histongue plunged into my mouth, twirling with mine as his fingers began to roughly stroke along my slit, but completely missing my clit. As usual.
Pulling his mouth away, Alec placed a trail of slobbery kisses along my jawline, his cockgrowing hard against my stomach.
I closed my eyes, but instead of letting numbness consume me like usual whenever Alecfucked me, my brain threw up the image of the man I hadn’t been able to remove from my head for the last twelve hours.
My core clenched, and despite the headache still pounding, I let my imagination takeover, believing it was Jackson who was rubbing my pussy, and not my fiancé. A needy moan burst free as I imagined Jackson’s finger strumming my clit, knowing exactly how to make my toes curl.
“You likethat, Kiera?”Alec rumbled, only it wasn’t his irritating voice I heard; it wasJackson’s deep, alluring tones.
“Fuck, yes,”I groaned, rolling my hips against the fingers fucking me.
Abruptly, Alec pulled his fingers away.“I need to fuck you, babe,”he hissed, spinning me around and shoving my back forcefully to bend me over the kitchen island.
I pressed my cheek and palms against the cool marble, bracing myself. At least I was wetthis time, somethingthatdidn’t happen often when Alec fucked me.
Closing my eyes again, I allowed myself to pretendthatthe belt being undone behind me was Jackson’s.Thatthe familiar sound of a condom packet being torn open was so Jackson could sheath himself.Thatthe cock pushing against my entrance wasn’t Alec’s.
“Shit, Kiera, your pussy is glistening ‘cos you’re so wet. Why can’t you get like this allthe time?”Alec cursed as he thrust violently inside me.
Ironic. I couldn’t get wet for my fiancé, but my pussy was dripping for a man who hated me.
Alec’s grunts and groans reverberated around the kitchen as his thrusts turned savage.
With my eyes still closed, I bit my lip to stop from calling out Jackson’s name, my orgasm building, but still out of reach.
Another irony. Alec had never made me come, yet the fantasy of another man fucking mewas enough to drive me close to the edge.
I should have known it was short-lived, though. With another thrust, Alec stilled as hefilled the condom with his release, his fingers gripping the flesh of my ass cheeks and no doubt leaving marks.
Disappointment rushed through me, notjustat being denied my orgasm, but at realityhitting methatit was the man I despised who’djustfucked me, and not the man I wanted it to be.
Slipping out of me, Alec chuckled as he stepped away. Slowly, I lifted myself in time tosee him roll off the condom and throw it in the trash. A sated smile rested on his lips as he tucked his cock away.
