Just Before My Wedding: Trapped By My Ruthless Boss novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103

OCEANS.

I didn’t kiss her because I desired her. Fuck no.

I kissed her because I was angry at myself for waiting for Kisarel’s message. Angry at my body for yearning for a woman I had no right to want. Angry at Moon for being wounded in a way that made me feel like the villain in a story I had not meant to write.

And beneath all of that, I kissed her because I needed proof…

Proof that I was not ruined.

Proof that I could still choose the woman I was supposed

Proof that Kisarel had not crawled so far under my skin that even my body had started answering only to her.

Moon made a soft sound against my mouth, and her hands slid up my bare chest.

She thought something had finally shifted between us.

How fucking wrong she was.

She leaned into me, relief moving through her body before hunger followed. Her fingers found the towel around my waist.

She was hesitant at first, but became bolder when I did not stop her.

She unwrapped the towel from my waist, and it fell clean to the ground.

“Oceans,” she whispered when her hand traced my lower abdomen, almost as if she was scared of venturing lower.

My name in her mouth should have pulled something from me.

But it didn’t

So, I kissed her harder.

She stepped backward, guiding us toward the bed, and I let her because I needed proof.

She sat, pulling me with her, and I followed until I was over her, one hand braced beside her head.

The robe parted beneath me, and her breath caught.

She was naked underneath. Her breasts were full, her nipples already tight from the cool air or anticipation, I couldn’t tell. And I didn’t care.

My mouth moved along her jaw, down to her throat. Her fingers dug into my shoulders like she was afraid I might come to my senses before she could anchor me there.

I tried to focus so I could feel something.

My hand found her breast and cupped it. Her nipple pressed against my palm. She made a soft, encouraging sound as I squeezed and rolled the peak between my fingers.

It was fine.

But it was nothing.

Kisarel’s breasts were softer and a bit fuller Heruipples usually darkened when I touched them, and the gasp that always accompanied my touch was one I’ll do anything to hear for

‘focus, Oceans. Fucking focus!‘ I scolded myself, yan

the

my

fucked

life

thoughts back to the woman on my

bed

Moonie was responsive. She arched into me in a way that showed she had more experience in this than Kisarel ever had when we first started fucking.

Moonie was everything a man should want.

But I wanted none of it.

My hand moved lower, over her stomach, down between her legs. She wet, slick, and ready.

parted her thighs without being asked. Her cunt was

I could feel the heat of her against my fingers before I even

ched by

directly.

I pressed two fingers through her folds. She gasped, her hips lifted.

Moon was open and welcoming. There was no resistance, no war inside her that I had to win.

But Kiss always clenched so hard around my fingers that my cock always got impatient.

Focus.

I found her clit, circled it, and she moaned.

I felt nothing.

I wanted so badly for my body to react.

I wanted it with a fury that made the failure feel almost violent.

Yet, nothing happened.

Not even close.

I lowered my mouth to hers again, a little rougher than the first time, forcing heat into the kiss, and forcing every memory

of Kiss out.

I was a failure at it.

Moon arched beneath me as her one hand slid lower, and the second her fingers reached for my cock. We both went still.

She fucking noticed.

And, so did I.

Her hand wrapped around my cock. It wasn’t hard. Not even half. Just soft and useless and fucking humiliated.

The silence that followed was full of everything neither of us wanted to say.

Moon’s eyes opened slowly, while I froze above her. Every muscle in my body locked, my breath still uneven for all the wrong reasons.

She withdrew her hand and a sad smile.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “You must be too exhausted.”

Those words made it worse.

I moved again before I could rethink my decision, pressing my mouth to hers again like anger could make a dead cock obey I kissed her harder, gripped her waist, and tried to feel

atever the fuck I could feel from her bare body pressed against mine.

Moon kissed me back for a few seconds, but something in her had gone brittle. Her hands no longer gripped my shoulder with expectation. They rested loosely on my arms.

I reached down between her legs again and slipped even if her spirit had started to retreat.

TWO

fingers in

inside her. She was still wet and open. Her body responded

I fucked her with my fingers. Slowly at first, then harder. Her hips moved against my hand. She closed her eyes and let out a breath that sounded more like resignation than pleasure.

Moon’s hand covered mine. She stopped me.

“Oceans.” Her voice was quiet. “You’re not here.”

“I am.” I bit out, unable to look her in the eyes.

“No.” She pulled my hand away from her cunt, closing her thighs. “Your body is here. But you’re still… Wherever.”

She gently pushed me off of her and pulled her robe closed.

“Go to bed,” she said without looking at me. “I’ll sleep in the guest room.