Page 11 of Forgive Me, Father (Don #1)

ELEVEN

THE WHITE RABBIT

I knelt, my ass resting on my heels, watching her as she stared at the white rabbit tattoo on my left chest. Her eyes were locked on it, and I could feel the weight of her silence.

I reached out, gently lifting her chin so our eyes finally met. There were so many questions in hers, questions I wasn’t sure I had answers to. She swallowed hard, the tension hanging between us. Then, she reached for her robe, about to open it.

I stopped her, shaking my head.

I could see the frown pulling at the edges of her lips, even behind the mask of confusion. She didn’t understand, and honestly, I couldn’t blame her. This shift in me, one moment hot like a wildfire, the next cold as ice, was a lot to process. Hell, it was hard enough for me to keep track of it.

I brought her closer to me. Mouthed that her eyes should stay on mine.

She nodded. She was stunning, and this was probably the most anticipated day I’d ever gone through.

I hated when I discovered her missing from her bed this morning.

No note, and I felt as if I was going to destroy the entire penthouse with my bare fucking hands.

Nico had left to find her. I was on edge, thinking she had already left, and then when she returned, I became like a volcano. But now, I wasn’t one anymore.

Her body was an inch away, her eyes never left mine. I could see the pleading behind them. She had no idea how to do this. I hadn’t taken her through tonight either. She would be okay, though.

My lips curved slightly as I was so fucking proud that she was a virgin.

“Focus on me,” I reminded her.

I didn’t open her robe. I wasn’t going to display my wife’s naked body for them to see. Her father was in this fucking room. I doubted it was something he wanted to see.

What I did know is that no other living person would ever see her naked, or in the throes of passion, that privilege was for me only. For her husband.

My hand pushed between the entrance of her gown, and I needed to know if she had doused her cunt with the lube that I’d given to Nico tonight.

He’d even offered to put it on her, and my blood had boiled once again.

Then the jerk laughed. He should be happy that he is my best friend, or he would already be dead just for thinking the fucking thought.

He knew she was becoming my weakness. And he thought it was funny. Prick.

My hands curled around her thigh and back, placing it around my waist. The pose allowed my fingers to brush against her cunt. She was smooth, like velvet skin, and my mouth became completely dry.

Her cunt dripped in the lube, and I smiled. Good girl. She’d listened, and it pleased the fuck out of me.

I stroked her slit and watched her eyes threatening to close. My fingers glided with ease, and her wetness caused twitches up my cock, making it harder than it needed to be.

I stopped touching her since tonight wasn’t about her coming or enjoying it. I wasn’t going to show the entire world how to please a woman, how I pleased my woman, and I was definitely not doing it in front of them either.

I grabbed her other leg and hoisted her onto my lap. She hadn’t expected that and grabbed my neck. She was a bit higher than me. I wanted to kiss her so badly, but I knew if I did, I would lose my senses and fuck up tonight. So, I just stared at her.

“Don’t look at them,” I reminded her. “And wrap your arms tighter around my neck.”

She did everything I instructed. It was her first time, so I believed she would have no idea how to do any of this without my guidance.

“Squeeze my hips tighter with your thighs.” She did that, and her grip around my neck also tightened as I let go of her legs. She stayed in place, and I smiled at how well she took direction.

My free hand disappeared between us, my fingers gripped around my girth. I was already fucking hard. I smeared my fingers down her slit again, and she moaned through tight lips. Her legs were already trembling around my waist.

I transferred some of the lube onto my cock, and then when I was soaked with the lube, my finger slid down the length of her folds again, finding her opening and pushing one finger into her.

I groaned. She was so fucking tight.

I kept staring at her lips. She bit them as her eyes closed.

I’m sorry, my little runaway, but this is going to hurt.

I grabbed my shaft and pressed it against her opening. We needed to get this over with as fast as possible.

She whimpered as I slowly pushed my cock inside of her. Her walls squeezed around my girth, tight, and I cursed.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this way inside a woman.

She tensed as I pushed in all the way. I grabbed her legs again and promised that I would do all the work tonight. She just needed to hold on.

My own eyes threatened to close as I pulled out of her and pushed into her again.

Another whimper left her mouth, and she wanted to shy away. I got a tighter hold of her legs and started moving her on top of me. She would get the momentum and help, not that it mattered. She was as light as a feather.

The momentum started to build as she buried her head beside my neck. I fucked her faster as she sat on me. She was so light, I didn’t need her help with the motion.

Focus, Alfonso. Fucking. Focus.

I couldn’t lose it now, but I wanted to tear this little fucking runaway of mine apart. Why had she entered my life? This wasn’t normal. Whatever this was between us, it wasn’t fucking normal.

I wanted to hear her scream my name, everything that I’d told them they were not going to hear. But I wanted to drown them out so badly and just fuck her hard, brand her as mine.

She whimpered more as her cunt strangled my dick. I was almost there, and it hadn’t even been ten fucking minutes. So embarrassing.

I knew she wasn’t going to orgasm. She was showing me too much pain. But I could, and I would. I would do anything not to cause her more pain.

My orgasm pulled from my balls, and I almost pulled out of her, but I stopped. She was my wife. I could come deep inside of her as much as I wanted to. But at the same time, I wanted to have her all for myself for as long as I could.

I growled and pulled out as I came hard. I couldn’t even jerk off as I needed to show them her blood.

I growled as it was fucking hard not to finish. I hugged her tighter, breathing through my nostrils. The orgasm was almost painful because I couldn’t finish.

She was breathing fast, but didn’t lift her head from my shoulder.

“I have to show them,” I whispered, and she unhooked her trembling legs from around my waist.

She put her weight on my shoulder and looked the other way, down. As if she were ashamed. I hated that as I showed them my cock. It was covered in patches of her blood. Her hymen was broken, and she was a virgin no longer.

“Now get the fuck out of my room. All of you,” I ordered.

As one, they all turned to the left and walked out through the doors.