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Story: Bloody Wedding
“Go on.” He grips his dick, wagging it at me. “You want to. I know you do. Take it, Loni.”
He’s not wrong.
I fist my fingers. “That was a mistake.”
Adrian’s jaw goes tight. “It wasn’t.”
“Forget it?—”
His hand lashes out. He circles my wrist, tugging me closer. “I won’t.”
I gulp. “Let go of my hand, Adrian.”
He hesitates for a moment before flexing his fingers, taking his hand back so that mine lands easily on the mattress.
I sit up, hurriedly putting some space between him.
A muscle tics in his cheek. “Get back here.”
I shake my head. “We can’t do this.”
“Why the fuck not?”
I… I don’t know. Like, I know there’s a reason why I need to resist him when I’ve never been able to before, but with his enticing dick right there, and the persuasive lilt to his voice, and my body wanting nothing more than to be close to his…
“I told you. It’s hot.”
His eyes spark. “That’s right. You did. You also said if you just laid down, you’d be fine. So, come on, princess. Why don’t you lie down?”
It’s a trap. I’m not sure why I’m so certain of that fact, but it’s a trap.
Even so, I slowly ease myself backward until my head is on the pillow, my back on the bed, the sheet adjusted so that my tits and ass aren’t on display for Adrian to look his fill. I completely forgot just how naked I was before, but after that exchange… I’m intimately aware of that fact.
I frown.
He sees.
“What are you thinking, Loni? Tell your husband. I want to know.” And then, to my shock, he shifts closer to me, brushing aside the sheet covering my body. Boldly, swiftly, he thumbs mynipple, sending a jolt of pleasure throughout me before I can even duck his touch. “Fuck it. Ineedto know.”
Trust me, he doesn’t.
What am I thinking?
I’m thinking about how I thought I could resist him, but I can’t. I’m thinking about how I would’ve given anything to be right where I am now, but that was ten years ago. Today? I know it’s Monday. I know the Order has all these ridiculous rules. But if I stay in this bed and he decides he wants to fuck me?
I’m going to fuck him.
I don’t know why I’m depriving myself. I failed when I was seventeen, but I’ve since learned to separate the physical act of sex from love and affection for the person I’m sleeping with. True, I usually feelsomethingfor a guy if I’m willing to go to bed with him, and there’s no denying that the chemistry between Adrian and me is as electric as it once was, but it’s not like I’m declaring my undying love for him if I let him fuck me.
Right?
Besides, Iamhis wife. For better or for worse, I’m stuck. Adrian told me he won’t go to one of the Used. He’s not going to keep his hands to himself forever, and if he won’t, why should I?
But I have to. Because while I can divorce sex from love, in the two weeks that I’ve been Adrian’s wife, I’ve begun to think thathecan’t.
So what am I thinking?
Maybe it’s my turn to tell him the truth.
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