Just Before My Wedding: Trapped By My Ruthless Boss novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64

Chapter 64

OCEANS.

Some fathers would be returning home to their families jobless tonight. And probably for the rest of their miserable lives.

Why the fuck was someone standing outside my bedroom door without prior information from my men downstairs? Heads were going to roll for this.

Fuck.

She

rang the bell again.

From the way she was planted outside that door – I could see her through the peephole, settled and patient and entirely unbothered she was going nowhere. Moonie had always operated on the assumption that waiting was something other people did.

“Who is it?” I asked loud enough for her to hear me.

“Oh. Oceans, baby. It’s me. Open the door,” She sounded excited.

Kiss sat up immediately, worry lacing her features.

I lifted a hand and signaled her not to worry.

“Hold on. I’m busy.” I replied to Moon in a clipped voice.

“I can come wait for you inside,” She replied.

“I said I’m busy. Give me a moment.” I snapped.

“Oh…” She was disappointed, “How much longer, my love?”

I looked at Kiss on my bed… Her hair everywhere, her lips swollen, and her body flushed from everything the last two hours had been, and the desperate want still sitting plainly on her face because I had denied her more times tonight than I could count, and her body was still running on the accumulated debt of all of it.

“An hour,” I said toward the door. “Wait in the living room.”

“Don’t worry, love. I’ll just wait right here.” She said, and through the peephole I saw her lower herself to sit against the wall” beside the door, totally easy and unbothered.

Fuck

I walked back to the bed, my cock still hard and raging.

“We have to stop- Kiss breathed, her voice barely a sound. “She’s right outside-”

I know where she is.” I positioned myself over her, one knee between her thighs, and watched her eyes go wide. “And I don’t

Care

eans- The whisper was urgent, her hands pressing against my chest. ‘If she hears-”

Im still going to make you cum. I don’t care that she’s right outside that door,” I dropped my mouth to her throat and bit down on the spot I had marked earlier and sucked it and felt her whole body shudder beneath me. “Your mouth stays on my shoulder. Bite down as hard as you need to. Because I’m not stopping, no matter the sounds you make.” I lifted my head and looked directly into her eyes. “Every sound you need to make, you make it into my skin. Are we clear?”

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A careless whimper escaped her when I sucked again.

I pulled back a fraction and held her gaze with everything I had.

“Not a sound. I don’t care what I do to you. Not. One. Sound.”

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KISAREL.

I was going to die.

Literally.

My body was going to give out from the accumulated, merciless torture of being fed and starved and fed and starved more times than I could count across the span of one day, until I was trembling from it. I was going to expire quietly in my boss’s bed while his fiancée sat outside the door, and nobody would ever know the full story.

Every nerve ending I owned felt like it had been soaked in gasoline and handed a lit match.

How was I supposed to stay quiet? How was any person supposed to stay quiet in this situation?

“Dig your nails into my back,” he said against my ear, low and filthy and completely unbothered by the catastrophic nature of our situation. “Give yourself somewhere to put it.” His cock lined up at my entrance, and I felt the blunt, thick pressure of him there, and my whole body clenched in anticipation. “Whatever sounds want to come out

they go into my shoulder. Every single one,”

He paused.

“And Kiss?” His lips brushed the shell of my ear. “Your pussy is soaking wet with my fiancée three feet away.” A beat. “That’s going to make you come harder than anything else tonight. We both know it.”

He pushed in with one unforgiving thrust.

I felt the full merciless length of him burying itself inside me in one movement that drove the air completely out of my lungs and replaced it with nothing except the overwhelming, devastating fullness of him and the desperate, animal need to make a sound that I could absolutely not make.

I sealed my mouth against his shoulder so hard I felt my teeth.

My nails went into his back. My eyes squeezed shut and stayed shut, and I took it.

He pulled out achingly, intentionally slowly, every inch of the drag of it felt everywhere, and drove back in with a force that slid me up the mattress. I bit down harder and felt him make a sound low in his chest that vibrated against my lips.

The pace he set was merciless.

Deep, hard, and unforgiving strokes that hit the same spot with a precision that told me he had mapped every inch of me and knew exactly what he was doing and was doing it on purpose.

Each thrust was pushing the breath out of me in a rush that I caught and swallowed before it could become sound, my whole body rocking with the force of it, my nails dragging down his back as I tried to find purchase in something, anything, that would give me somewhere to put what was happening to me.

A whimper escaped.

His hand came to the back of my head immediately, pressing my face harder into his skin. “Quieter,” he said against my car.

I pressed harder into his shoulder and took the next thrust and the one after that in biting silence, my whole body shaking

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with the effort of containing what he was doing to me, every muscle I owned clenched around the sounds trying to force their way out of

my throat.

His mouth found my neck.

He sucked the spot he had marked earlier, and the sensation of it, combined with the acute driving of his cock and the torturous fullness of each stroke, produced a sound that I caught approximately half of before the rest escaped into his shoulder, broken and desperate and embarrassingly audible.

He didn’t stop. Instead, his hand slid between us, and his thumb found

my clit.

I stopped breathing entirely.

He worked it in tight, ruthless circles while he fucked me without any mercy whatsoever, and I held onto his back with both hands and put my face into his neck and shook. The sounds were coming a bit faster now, small and bitten–off and half- formed, escaping around the edges of my control no matter how hard I pressed my mouth to his skin.

“Oh, my God…” I let out a trembling whisper.

“I don’t care that I just hit that spot. Just keep shut.”

My body clenched around him so suddenly and so completely that he groaned against my throat.

“Filthy girl,” he breathed into my skin. “I felt that.”

He flipped me, and in one motion, I was on my hands and knees. His hand wrapped around my hair and pulled my head back.

“Hands on the headboard.” He breathed against the back of my neck. “Both of them. Now.”

I reached forward and gripped the headboard.

“Don’t let it hit the wall” His cock lined up against me from behind, and I felt the blunt pressure of him there, and my knuckles went white on the wood. “My thrusts will be a bit harder than before.” He paused. “And you’re going to stay quiet.” Another pause. “And it’s going to be the hardest thing you’ve ever done.”

He pushed in.

The headboard moved, but I held it tight.

He set a pace that was beyond anything the previous position had been.

“Every time you want to scream,” he said in a rough, completely unbothered tone, his hips driving forward with a force that I felt in my spine, “you push your face into that pillow, and you take it.”

I pushed my face into the pillow, and I took every bit of it.

His thumb found my clit again from this angle, and I nearly lost the headboard.

A sound left me that was too loud.

He pulled my hair back sharply. “What did I say?”

“I’m

sorry- The whisper was wrecked. “I can’t Oceans, I can’t-”

“You can. He drove forward. Take it

He flipped me again on my back. My legs went over his shoulders before I had oriented myself, and the angle changed so completely and so immediately that the sound I produced was swallowed only because his hand covered my mouth before

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it fully formed.

He looked down at me.

His other hand hooked under my ass, tilting my hips. He pushed in from this angle, and I felt every inch of him as my eyes rolled back and his hand pressed firmer against my mouth, and he started to move.

This was this was something different from everything before it.

Every previous position had been consuming. This was obliterating. The depth from here was unreasonable, each stroke hitting somewhere that made my toes curl, my back arch, and my hands reach for something – finding his forearm, his shoulder, the sheets – and grip with a desperation that had nothing left to perform.

His hand moved from my mouth to my throat as he felt orgasm assemble itself with terrifying speed.

His mouth came down on mine, so deep and hard. His lips sealed over mine as his tongue pushed in, and he kissed me with a consuming, thorough desperation that swallowed the scream completely, pulling it out of my throat and into his mouth and keeping it there, while the orgasm tore through me in waves that arched my spine, curled my toes, and shook my entire body against every surface it was in contact with.

He swallowed every sound I made.

His hips drove forward twice more, very hard and deep, the headboard rattling once against the wall before his hand shot out and stopped it. Then, he buried himself completely, and I felt him come, his whole body locking, a sound leaving him. into my mouth that I swallowed in return.

His hand pulled my hair, his other hand gripping my ass hard enough to lift my hips off the mattress as he spilled his hot seeds into me in long, shuddering waves that seemed to go on and on.

“Fuck!” He cursed into my mouth as he emptied every drop into me.

And just then, the doorbell went off again.

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