“Get on your hands and knees,” I demanded.
Tori crawled to the center of the bed and did as I asked, her back arching so her ass was in the air, her knees spread as far apart as possible, her perfect tits hanging like round, ripe fruit.
Taking her from behind, I kept one hand fisted in her hair, tugging her head back, and the other gripped tight on that perfect ass. I could have come in seconds, but instead I slowed my pace. I wanted Tori to feel every inch of me. Gliding back and forth. Deep. Relentless.
“I’m coming,” she whimpered, as if asking for permission.
I pushed her face down into the pillow, knowing this new angle would allow me to penetrate even deeper, hitting her G-spot. Then I started thrusting faster, letting the bedspring do half the work, watching her ass bounce as I slammed into her again and again.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she was moaning, the words punctuated by her cries of ecstasy.
I made her come. I could feel her tighten and release around my cock, her entire body trembling with the orgasm I’d given her. She started to catch her breath, but I didn’t let up.
Because I was just getting started.
Pulling her on top of me so she could ride, I took her once more, her legs spread wide as I fucked her. I loved every minute of it. Loved being with her this way. Pushing her body to the limit, watching her eyes glaze with desire, her pupils dilating from pure animal lust. In many ways she was still a virgin, and I was her teacher, opening up a new side of her, a new world.
My fingers pinched her taut nipples and toyed with her wet, slippery clit. She tilted her head back and murmured my name, getting lost in the sensations as she rocked her hips. Her pussy fit me perfectly, but I had to stay focused. My mission was clear.
I was going to fuck her until she didn’t know where she ended and I began. Fuck her until she forgot how to speak, let alone ask questions about the dark secrets polluting my business and our lives. I knew she would fall back on the bed once I was done with her, feeling nothing but pure release. Mindless with the pleasure I had given her, she would be exhausted and satisfied and unable to ask any more questions.
If only it would be the same for me.
After we were both finished, I lay on my back, the sweat cooling on my body as I listened to Tori’s deep breathing. She always slept like a baby next to me, even when she was stressed. I’d managed to distract us both with a few intense rounds of serious fucking, but now, in the aftermath, I was reminded of all the reasons why I’d had to distract her in the first place.
She was getting too close to the truth. Too interested. Too curious.
My secrets needed to remain secrets, especially from someone like her.
I was a mess of confusion, and furious about it. Logically, I knew that I needed to keep Tori as far away from me and those secrets as possible. That meant pushing her away at every available opportunity. But instead, over the past few weeks, we’d developed a newfound closeness.
I hated to admit it, but if I was honest with myself, it was comforting.
Still, I knew it had been foolish on my part, foolish and dangerous—and I’d been making excuses for my actions each step of the way. Telling myself that this intimacy, this connection between us, was just a way to make living together easier. That with less friction at home, I’d be less distracted at work. That Tori would be less likely to try running to the cops. In a sense, the new place that our relationship had gotten to was all my fault.
I hadn’t been wrong, though. I’d never tell Tori—not that she’d believe me anyway—but the condo had felt cold and sterile when she’d been sleeping in the guest room, when we’d been living like roommates. It hadn’t felt like a home at all.
Which was ridiculous, because I knew that this marriage was a farce. That our relationship was a consequence of the machinations between our fathers. It wasn’t a marriage at all—it was an arrangement, a chess move. Tori was intended to be my wife in name only.
But when she was here, eating dinner across from me, studying in her favorite chair while I worked, chatting with Gretna in the kitchen, bringing me snacks, sleeping next to me in bed, it all felt real. It felt like a partnership. Like a marriage.
Even though it definitely wasn’t.
I was a lone wolf in this, and I needed to keep it that way. Especially right now. Especially with so much at risk, with all the pieces finally moving into place.
It was dangerous that I cared about Tori, but even worse that I trusted her. I hadn’t trusted anyone in years. It was what had kept me and my plans intact. It was how I’d survived. Yet somehow, Tori was breaking down each of my carefully constructed walls, one by one.
Was it possible I was falling for her?
But no—before I could even seriously entertain the idea, I pushed it away. There was no way I was going to let myself sit here and dwell on it.
One thing was certain: no matter how much I longed to confide in her, to release some of those pent-up secrets weighing down on me, I knew I couldn’t. There were some secrets that couldn’t be shared. No matter how badly I wanted a confidante who was on my side. To tell her the truth—to share everything I’d worked so hard and so long to keep under wraps—would spell certain danger for her. And possibly much, much worse for me.
Because knowing everything that I did about KZM…even a Zoric could end up gone without a trace. Like all the other people my father had made disappear.
Tori
Chapter 18
