Just Before My Wedding: Trapped By My Ruthless Boss novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63

OCEANS

Her resistance only spurred me further,

She will say those words, one way or another.

I reached for the smaller vibrator, picked it up, and turned it on.

The hum of it in the quiet room made her go completely still something and is calculating what it means.

I brought it to her inner knee.

the prey–still quality of someone who has just heard

She made a sound of frustration that was half–protest and all involuntary as I traced it up her inner thigh with a slowness that was designed to be felt everywhere except where she needed it, her hips making small, helpless circles that she was clearly not authorizing and couldn’t stop.

“Oceans” She strained.

I held the vibrator one inch from her cunt and left it there for a while before pressing it directly to her clit.

The sound that tore out of her hit every surface in the room, and I felt it in my spine, my hands, and my cock simultaneously – raw and uncontained and completely beyond her management, her whole body arching against every restraint at once, the spreader bar clattering against the mattress, her wrists pulling hard at the rope above her head.

I kept it there and watched her come apart at a pace that was entirely mine to set.

I could feel her getting close, but I pulled the vibrator away.

The noise she made was catastrophic.

“No…” She pulled at every restraint simultaneously. “Oceans – why – I was right there-”

“I know.” I set the vibrator aside. “That’s why.”

I picked up a bigger vibrator and pushed it into her in one swift motion. And the sounds she made were to die for. It was a sharp, electrified shock of something arriving that her nervous system had no prior category for, her whole body going rigid, a cry tearing out of her that she muffled against her own upper arm.

“Don’t muffle it. I want to hear every sound you make.”

I felt her walls grip the vibrator, feeling the sounds she made change quality as it filled her, watching her thighs strain against the spreader bar with the futile, desperate urgency of a body that wanted to close around something and was being held open instead.

I worked it with one hand.

With the other, I reached for the chain between the clamps and tugged.

The sensation that hit her was seismic.

It moved through her entire body at once- her spine arching completely off the bed, the rope going taut, the spreader bar rattling hard against the sheets, a sound leaving her throat that went on considerably longer than she seemed to have breath for, her walls clenching around the vibrator in waves that I could feel through my hand.

She couldn’t stop trying to grind against a sensation she couldn’t escape and couldn’t hold onto. I denied her again and

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again, dragging her to the edge until her whole body was one stretched, aching nerve.

She was crying now, her chest heaving, and her thighs trembling so hard they knocked against the bar.

I fucked her through every second of it.

And when she was about to hit her release again, I pulled it out, and she collapsed back against the sheets, trembling and barely breathing, totally frustrated.

I removed the clamps, the spreader bar, the rope, the restraints, and the blindfold, one at a time.

She blinked in the light and looked up at me.

Her hair was everywhere. Her eyes were glassy and red–rimmed.

I stripped out of my briefs and came down over her.

She reached for me immediately – her hands finding my shoulders, my back, pulling me toward her with an urgency that had nothing tentative about it – and I pushed her thighs apart and lined myself up and looked at her face and pushed in.

Slowly.

The sound she made at being filled after everything that had come before–after all the buildup and the denial and the overwhelming and the release – was the most honest thing I had heard from her all evening, and it went somewhere in my chest that I was going to have to deal with eventually.

“Stop clenching too hard. Open up. All the way. I want to feel every inch of what’s mine as I slide in.”

She eased up, and I slid my rigid cock in until I was seated comfortably to the hilt.

Fuck. She was so thick and wet and warm.

A shudder ran through my whole body. I had to sit in there for a moment to regain my control.

I started to move, but fuck, it wasn’t slow anymore. I fucked her with everything the entire day had produced in me, driving into her with a focus that left no room for anything except this, except her, except the sounds she made and the way her body moved with mine and the way she kept saying my name like it was the only word she had left.

“Look at me,” I said. “Keep your eyes on me.”

She looked at me, and what I saw in her eyes while I moved inside her was the thing that lived underneath everything we’ve been pretending to hide.

I pulled

out and turned her onto her stomach.

up on her hands and knees, and I pushed back in from behind, and the sound she made at this angle drove every t of my

head except

the next thrust and the one after that

She came thought

My hands gripped her hips tightly, her face buried in the pillow, until I reached forward and pulled her back up by her hair.

“I want to hear you,” I said against the back of her neck. “Every fucking sound you make. It’s all mine.”

She gave me every sound.

I pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in. The bed knocked the wall. Her fingers clawed at the fucking sheets. She was so fucking wet, the sound of me fucking her was filthy, slick, and loud in the room, each thrust punching another

broken moan out of her

I set a punishing pace immediately, hard and deep, feeling my hips snap into her fine ass.

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“Every inch of you is mine. You don’t get to decide otherwise.” I slammed harder, rocking her forward so hard that she yelped.

and

I pulled her off the bed entirely – her back against my chest, my arm around her waist, her legs hanging in the air fucked her standing up with her body pressed against mine and my mouth at her throat and her hands gripping my forearms with white–knuckled desperation while I drove into her from below and felt her whole body shaking with the effort of staying upright and the sensation of being taken this completely.

“Oh, God! Oceans!” She screamed as another wave of orgasm hit her so hard she couldn’t stop shaking, her head dropping back against my shoulder.

I pulled out quickly, not letting her hit that pleasure.

“Oh God…” The sound she made at the loss of it was desperate and broken and went straight through me. “Please… Oceans. please, just let me… please…

I looked at her face.

Tear–streaked. Completely wrecked. Her eyes were glossy and pleading, and so far gone that dignity had stopped being a concept she had access to several orgasms ago.

I smirked and flipped her onto the bed.

She landed against the sheets with a sound that was half sob and half something considerably less composed.

I followed her down immediately, pulled her hips up, positioned myself behind her, and felt her breath change in anticipation. But just as I was about to push back in, my doorbell went off.

We both went still.

I stayed exactly where I was for one full second while my brain caught up with my ears.

Nobody rang that doorbell without my men downstairs clearing them first.

Nobody got to this floor without my security knowing about it.

So, who the fuck could it be?

The doorbell went off again.

“Are you expecting someone?” Kiss asked. Her voice was wrecked. I could feel the desperate, trembling need still moving through her body under my hands and felt my jaw tighten with something that was going to need somewhere to go

I pulled away from her without answering.

I crossed to the door to see whoever the fuck it was that decided to interrupt me at the worst possible moment.

I peeped into the peephole, and every muscle in my body went rigid simultaneously,

Fuck

It was Moonie.

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