Virgin Bride(43)

I’m face down getting fucked in the ass and I fucking love it. All at once, the pleasure peaks, and he thrusts deep inside of me, groaning.

I come just as I feel him come inside of me. I think the feeling of him coming inside of my ass pushes me over the edge and my whole body drops into spasming pleasure. It’s pure fucking bliss as he groans, filling me up. I keep rubbing my clit through it all, working myself through the orgasm, pushing my limits.

When we finish, he slowly slides out of me. We collapse onto the bed together and he wraps his arms around me, kissing me tight and deep.

“Am I forgiven now?” I ask him, buzzing with electricity.

“You’re more than forgiven.” He kisses me again. “You’ll always be forgiven for anything you do from here on out.”

I grin at him and kiss him softly. I go to adjust but I wince as I move.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Sore,” I admit.

He grins. “Sorry about that. I went a little overboard.”

“It’s okay.” I kiss his lips. “I liked it.”

He grins at me. We go into the bathroom together and get into the shower. We spend the rest of the day kissing and touching and talking softly.

I never thought I’d have this again. I thought he was gone for good. Part of me expected him to fuck me and then leave me, but I was willing to let him do that.

But he’s not leaving. He says he’s never leaving. He says he can’t leave, even if he wanted to, because I make him feel so good. He makes me feel that way, too.

It’s incredible. I never expected this. I also never expected to have him deep in my ass, but it’s funny how things happen.

It’s not over, of course. My father is still a problem. But right now, it’s a problem for anther day, because I’m going to enjoy this moment with Griffin and nothing can take it away from me.





21





Griffin





I don’t go to work the next day, because fuck it. It’s an irresponsible move to make, and I know it’s probably the wrong one, but I can’t help myself.

I know she betrayed me. But she didn’t know me, and when she did get to know me, she changed her mind. I can’t fault her for wanting to do right by her family, even if her family is a bunch of psychotic assholes.

I won’t hold that against her. Not when I’m so desperate to taste every single inch of her tight little body.

I hire a sitter for the next day, and we spend it in an expensive hotel room, just exploring each other. We fuck slow, we fuck hard, we taste every single inch. And when we’re through, we head back to my house to relieve the sitter and to put Lacey to bed.

As soon as we’re back at my place, and Lacey is in bed, I can’t help but think about tomorrow. I have to go back into the office and face James, that traitor bastard. He’s much worse than Erin, much, much worse. And although I’m keeping him around, I still hate looking at his smug fucking face.

“I want to get back at them,” I say to Erin as I pour myself a drink.

She looks at me and smiles a little. “I don’t blame you.”

“I don’t know what I did to that fucking bastard James.”

“Some people are just…” She trails off, shaking her head.

“What?”

“Rotten.” She smiles when I hand her a drink. “Some people are just rotten. They can’t see beyond themselves. They think they deserve more.”

“Nobody deserves anything,” I say.

“Maybe. But some people just think they deserve the world, and they’re mad when they don’t get it. They blame everyone but themselves.”

“And they’re willing to hurt those that are closest to them to get it,” I say softly.

“Maybe.” She shrugs again. “Maybe he’s just not willing to work hard. But he’s willing to betray you in order to get what he wants.”

I grunt and look down at the counter. The thought of James betraying me breaks my fucking heart.

I brought that guy with me. When things started going well, I gave him everything. I made him a very rich man, and in return he’s always been my closet friend and confidant. But maybe that was always an act. Maybe he was just pretending to like me in order to keep getting paid.

And now that he has a lot of money, he doesn’t need me anymore. To get to the next thing, he’s willing to do whatever it takes, even finally revealing himself as the snake he really is.

“So what do we do?” she asks me.

“I’m not entirely sure.” I frown at my whisky and take a sip.

“They deserve it, you know. They deserve some revenge.”

“I know,” I say. I watch her as she sips her drink and suddenly an idea comes to me.