He was stone silent and she could feel the tension rolling of him.
“Tough what out, hatchling?”
Lucy said nothing. He could fill in the blanks by himself.
He came up behind her and took the brush out of her hand. Studied her in the mirror of the vanity. His gaze was fiery and she couldn’t look away from the fury she saw there.
“I said, ‘tough what out’? Tough out us hiding our relationship? Tough out him pushing you to the ground and making you do his bidding? Tough out him fucking you whenever he feels like it for the next four years? Tough out him impregnating you? Tough out the fact that I fucking hate him now? That I was born to protect him but I want to rip his fucking throat out whenever he looks at you? Is that what you want to tough out for the next four years?”
“Amos,” she started, but she didn’t get to finish talking. He reached down and ripped her dress off over her head. He stared at her in the mirror. He was clothed and hulking behind her completely naked body. He roughly cupped one of her breasts. Her eyes dropped to the sight in the mirror.
“You think we can keep hiding this?” His other hand dropped to her pussy, cupping her. She knew he could feel how wet she was when his eyes dilated in the mirror.
“How long do you think we can keep pretending that you don’t come on my cock every night of the week?” Every muscle in Lucy’s abdomen clamped down at those words and she felt a rush of heat start to slide down her thighs. She looked up at his chiseled face. He was looking at her with so much intensity in his brown eyes. His lips were set with desire for her. She reached back to touch him and was delighted when he leaned into it like an overgrown cat.
But he wasn’t waylaid by her touch for long. He tugged on one nipple and then the next, making them stand up at full attention. She could feel his cock pressing into her back.
“This thing between us just keeps getting stronger. How long do you think we can hide it? The Oracle knows, the wives are starting to suspect. It won’t be long before the King knows. The way you make me feel, I know it’s written all over me.” He leaned down and said the words into her neck as he nipped and sucked at her pulse point. “The way I feel about you, I might as well just go down on you in front of him tomorrow.”
She moaned and pushed her ass back into him. She needed him. She needed more of him now.
“I can’t hide it much longer, Lucy. How much longer can we pretend that this pussy is his? When we both know exactly whose it is.” He finally slid his middle finger into her and she sank down on it gratefully. His thumb stroked across her clit at the same time his finger curled inside her and Lucy’s head fell back on his shoulder.
“No. Watch,” he said, gently pushing her head back up. Her eyes zeroed in on his hand, slowly pumping into her. “Watch while I remind you whose it is.”
She had to blink to focus her eyes through the lust but she was heavily rewarded when she did. She saw a woman with flushed cheeks, eyes heavy, plump lips parted and panting. She saw her full breasts spilling over his arm, one of her nipples peeking out between his fingers. Her curvy waist and full hips pressed back into his hardness as his fingers disappeared inside of her.
His thumb began stroking her in earnest and pleasure came spiraling toward her, just out of reach. He could make her come in fifteen seconds flat, they’d timed it before, but tonight he was intentionally holding her release away, prolonging it.
“Please,” she begged, locking eyes with him in the mirror. “Please make me come.”
He tipped her forward, placing her palms on the vanity in front of her, bending her over it. Her breasts spilled forward. He jerked out of his pants and shirt and stood there, gloriously naked, behind her. The night shadows of her room puddled in the definition of his muscles. He was so goddamn bulky, almost twice the size of her. It still amazed her that they fit together, that she could take a man of his size.
His eyes broke from hers and in the mirror she watched him study her pussy from behind. His breath came ragged and he shook his head in wonder, assuring her, as always, how much he liked what he saw. He grabbed the base of his cock and dragged the head along her opening, circling her clit and moving back to press into her just an inch. His eyes dragged up and caught hers in the mirror.
“He never gets this, Lucy. This is mine,” he said and plunged into her all the way. Lucy kept her eyes open, because she knew he’d want to see it. But her eyes were unseeing as she came. She was spinning through the universe. Every feeling of pleasure he’d ever called out of her rushed back through her, condensed and racing. It was like every orgasm she’d ever had all came to the party at once. She clamped down on him so hard his teeth gritted against it. Her fingers curled into fists as her entire world was just one feeling, one moment. She wasn’t a human anymore, she wasn’t Lucy, she was just this feeling, this pleasure.