Just Before My Wedding: Trapped By My Ruthless Boss novel Chapter 128

OCEANS

“Oceans…” She said my name like it was a door she was trying to talk me back through softly reaching for the version of me that listened to reason.

He wasn’t here.

I’d left him in the boardroom, or maybe on the floor of my office next to Harold’s blood.

Whoever was sitting on this couch with her hands on my ruined knuckles had gone somewhere past reason and had no intention of coming back.

“Take it off,” I said again, a bit slower, so there’d be no mistaking it.

She held my gaze without looking away, and something in me went tight and hot watching her decide.

I watched the exact moment she stopped arguing with herself.

“It’s just for now,” she said quietly.

My eyes closed like the words had touched somewhere deeper than my skin.

“Now is enough,” I said, though we both knew it wasn’t.

She slid the ring off so slowly I felt each second in my blood.

She pulled it up to her knuckle, and it resisted there for half a heartbeat. My breathing changed, and I knew she heard it because her eyes lifted back to mine.

She kept looking at me as she tugged once more, and the ring slipped free.

She placed it on the table beside the bloodied cloth and the bowl of melting ice.

“Done” She said, and I swear to fuck, the words sounded like an invitation to my ears.

Something in me snapped.

My hand fisted in her hair, fingers threading through the strands, disturbing those bangs that fell across her forehead and drove me out of my mind every time she looked up at me from under them, until I had a grip that pilled her head back just enough to expose her throat.

I pulled her into me. Her gasp barely had time to form before my mouth took it.

I kissed her hard,

I didn’t have gentle left in me.

She trembled under the touch, and the sound she made against my mouth turned my blood hot and my head empty.

She was still on her knees between my legs, both hands braced against my thighs now, and the sight of her like that would have finished whatever restraint I had left if the kiss hadn’t already done it.

I tasted her. Mint. Fear. Want. A softness she kept trying to hide from me all day and kept failing to protect.

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My fingers tightened in her hair.

Mine…

The word hit my skull like a fucking curse.

I kissed her like I was trying to crawl inside her.

I traced the seam of her mouth with my tongue until I pushed past her lips, taking everything I could.

She moaned against my mouth, and I swallowed it. I wanted all of her sounds. I wanted to keep them inside me like evidence that she had been here, that she had chosen this, that she had chosen me.

I was shaking. I didn’t know when I had started shaking.

Her fingers dug into my shoulders, holding onto me like she was afraid I might stop or like I might come to my senses.

I wasn’t going to come to my senses.

I was going to lose them completely.

I broke the kiss briefly.

Her bangs fell across her forehead. I pushed them back with my thumb, needing to see her eyes, needing to see the damage I was doing.

Her eyes were wet. Her lips were swollen. Her chest was heaving against mine.

“Come here, baby.” I pulled her up, off the floor, onto my lap, my mouth crashing against hers again before she could breathe.

I groaned, and the sound came from somewhere I didn’t ever know I had. She answered with a soft, broken exhale that made my hands tighten on her waist.

I pulled back just enough to look at her.

Her lips were parted, wet from my mouth, and trembling slightly.

My hands moved to the buttons of her blouse. I didn’t rush. I wanted to feel each one give way under my fingers.

Her chest rose and fell faster with each one I opened until the fabric parted, and I pushed it off her shoulders and down her arms until it fell somewhere behind her.

“Fuck,” I breathed.

Her skin was warm beneath my palms as I traced my fingers up her sides, over her ribs, to the clasp between her breasts.

Her hands came up to my shirt, as her fingers worked the buttons with a concentration that made me want to kiss her again. Button by button. Her knuckles brushed against my stomach, and my muscles tensed beneath her touch.

She pushed the shirt off my shoulders. I shrugged it the rest of the way, and then her palms were flat against my chest. pressing over my heart like she was checking to see if it was still beating.

It was. Faster than it had any right to.

Her eyes moved over the bandages on my knuckles. She reached out and touched the edge of the gauze.

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“I don’t feel it.” I caught her hand and pressed her palm flat against my heart “I don’t feel anything except you.”

She leaned forward and kissed me.

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer and deeper, until there was no space left between us.

I reached behind her and unhooked her bra. The straps slid down her arms. She let it fall, and I forgot how to breathe.

“You’re so beautiful.” The words came out rough, scraped raw. “Do you know that? Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

She shook her head, her eyes wet.

I cupped her breasts in my hands, my thumbs brushing over her nipples. They tightened beneath my touchi, and she gasped, her head falling back.

I lowered my mouth to her breast and took her nipple between my lips.

She moaned, and her hips shifted against mine. I sucked gently, rolling my tongue around the peak, and she made a sound that went straight to my cock.

She shifted, brushing my already sensitive cock, and my control tore down the middle.

I gently placed her on the couch and stood up. I held her gaze while I dealt with my belt and my trousers and everything else, stepping out of all of it and freeing my hard, aching, desperate cock.

Her eyes dropped to my cock, and back to my face.

I knelt in front of her and hooked both hands into the waistband of her skirt and everything underneath, and drew it all down slowly.

She lifted her hips without being asked, and that small, wordless cooperation snapped my restraint.

I dropped everything to the floor.

I pulled her legs apart gently, one hand on each knee, spreading her open so I could see all of her. She was wet, glistening and ready.

“Oceans…” She tried to close her legs, but I held on tight.

“Shh…” I kissed the inside of her thigh. “Don’t be shy…” I whispered.

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The temptation to taste her, to bury my face between her legs and never come up for air was so strong that I almost fell for

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But that wasn’t what I needed right now.

What I needed was to be inside her.

I sat back on the couch and pulled her onto my thighs again so she could straddle me, both hands gripping her hips firmly.

My cock pressed against her hot, sleek entrance, and she gasped.

The first inch made her mouth fall open and pulled a sound out of me that I hadn’t planned, because the tight, soaking heat of her closing around me hit me somewhere so far past physical that I stopped being able to separate what I felt in my body

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From what was breaking apart in my chest.

I pushed in slowly, inch by inch. Maybe less.

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Her walls gripped me, so tight and hot and perfect, that I had to close my eyes for a second because the sensation nearly undid me.

“Fuck,” I bit out.

She gasped. Her hand flew to my shoulder, while her other hand gripped one of mine that held her waist securely, as if to control my thrusts.

“Wait,” she breathed. “Just… wait.”

I stopped. My jaw was clenched so tight I could feel it in my temples. Every muscle in my body was screaming at me to push forward, but I waited.

And I’ll keep waiting until she got used to taking my cock in this position without always having to run from it.

“You’re so tight,” I said. “Fuck, Kiss. You’re so tight.”

“I can’t…” She gasped. “Let’s—”

“Breathe.” I kissed her temple, her cheek, and the corner of her mouth. “Look at me. Keep your eyes on me.”

She did, and I lifted her slightly as I pushed in another inch.

She whimpered.

“It’s okay,” I said. “I’ve got you.”

Her back arched. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and I lowered my mouth to one nipple, sucking gently, until she was writhing beneath me.

“Look at me,” I said, and she barely opened her eyes. “Keep them on me.”

I pushed deeper.

She bit back another whimper, her nails raking down my back.

“Bruise me if you have to,” I said. “I don’t care. Just keep looking at me.”

I pushed again until her walls stretched around me, gripping and pulling me in.

When I was fully seated inside her, I stopped and held there, pressing my forehead against her chest.

She was shaking. Her walls were fluttering around me, squeezing me, and trying to adjust to my size.

I held her there, buried to the hilt, feeling her heartbeat through her cunt.

“Christ,” My voice was gone. “Christ, Kiss.”

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