"Fuck, love, I can still feel my cum inside you," he brought his hands to my ass, tightening his grip and grinding on me, making me arch my body further to him. When my hips began to move and I began to ride him, unable to control myself, he grabbed my neck in a tight grip and slammed his lips on mine.
"We can't keep... doing this..." I whispered, helpless.
"I beg to differ," he whispered back, biting my bottom lip.
"I'm a mother..., Rhyot... I have,"
"I'm sure our son will be happy if we're together, Ruby."
"We are being... reckless, Rhyot," my nails dogged onto his shoulders. "We can't ignore... the world... and our lives... our duties... to do this," I nuzzled my nose on his. "I won't... do that. I can't... I can't do that."
"Ruby," he grabbed my chin, making me look at him, "think later. You want this as much as I do, stop denying us this, alright? Fucking me doesn't mean we'll be automatically married or some shit, not yet, it just means we're two adults, taking care of our pent up sexual tension. We have time, we don't need to hush things, I'm not going anywhere, you're not getting rid of me," he pressed his forehead in mine, "fighting this is useless, you know you can't go against how much you want me, I've accepted the same. So, stop thinking, please, just live in the moment with me for once, fuck the consequences, whatever comes next, we'll deal with it, this time like adults, no running away, no pretending it didn't fucking happen, no ghosting one another."
"Rhyot,"
"Please, love, I need you," he begged. "I've been starving for you for a fucking decade, yeah? I was unable to take you off my damn system, I've been dreaming with having you again ever since you stormed out of that fucking locker room, ever since you vanished from my life and moved to the United Kingdom. You have no idea how hard I fought myself not to come after you, to leave everything behind, but I tried to respect your decision, I tried to move on. I couldn't, clearly. So, please, for fuck's sake, stop thinking of what can go wrong and just ride my damn cock, yeah? I won't be able to function if I don't release everything I've been bottling up in my balls in you, and I won't be able to let you rest either."
I gulped, the intensity in his words numbing my reasoning, "Just this once."
He smiled against my lips and I felt my heart race at it, "Good girl," he praised me, and though I never had a praise kink, I think that's going to change thanks to his behaviour. Slamming my lips with his and hugging my waist with his free arm, he pressed my chest against his, and I kissed him back, my arms hugging his back as my nails draw marks on his back again, and I rode him. I rode him like my life depended on it, like I've dreamed of doing again in the past decade.
When we came, we came together, again, and again, drugged in one another.
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The arsehole helped me take an actual bath, after he exhausted all the energy I woke up overflowing with, then he helped me dress, but he naughtily refused to pick an underwear and just picked a Loro Piana navy blue nearing black silk dress shirt, one of my artistic corsets with the painting of the fallen angel on it, and high-waist shorts that matched the dress shirt and went to the middle of my thighs, paired with my platform ankle high black boots. To my shock, he braided the top half of my hair in a viking braid and left the rest loose of my shoulders, adding hair rings to it, and also helped me covering the marks he left on my ears, neck, and collarbones with make up. The places I wasn't covering.
I stayed agonizingly silent through it, unable to say a word, and he noticed.
I don't know when he got that in here, but he had brought some clothes for himself, and he dressed a tailored black dress shirt, black pants, a coat, and black boots that added two inches to his 6'10, making him painfully taller than he already is. "Will you keep giving me the silence treatment, Ruby?" He asked, staring at me through the mirror of my make-up table as I passed my dark red lipstick on, after I added my midnight blue eyeliner and mascara.
And though I knew he was going to voice that at some point, I couldn't help the anxiety that rose inside of me when he actually did it, "I'm not."
"You haven't spoke a word ever since I bathed you," he leaned closer, caging me from behind, his lips closer from my ears.
Sigh, "I don't want to be a bitch."
His eyes darkened, "Speak your mind, you've always been good at it."
"We shouldn't have done that, Rhyot," I said and I could tell he didn't like to hear that. "We can't, we lost control, and I understand that it was my fault, that I started it, I'm not blaming you. However, we can't do this, Rhyot. I can't."
"We can't do what, exactly? Sex?"
I clenched my jaw, "This was casual, okay? We are,"
A shadow descended his green eyes, "I dare you to say we're nothing."
Fuck, why is he making this so hard? "I can't do this, Rhyot. I don't... I don't want to date, to be in a relationship, I don't have the time for that. You are complicated and so am I. We barely know each other at all. I'm not a teen, I'm 26, I have son, he's 10, I can't afford to be this reckless, even if you're his father. I can't have you in here out of nowhere, sleeping with me, in my room, it'll mess up my routine, and with you in here, I won't be able to work."
"With due respect, Ruby, I don't give a fuck about routine. We can bend that. I'm not going anywhere, I'm here to stay. You won't push me away this time!"
I clenched my jaw, "I need space, you're suffocating me right now, yeah? I'm not going to push you away from Rhett's life, if you genuinely want to be part of it, if you want to take him seriously and actually be a father. We're not dating, we're not a couple, we're not married, you can't live in my house, you can't sleep in my bedroom, this is my sacred ground, it's my refuge."
"I've given you space enough," he groaned. "You're not an astronaut."
My jaw dropped, "Rhyot, I can't live with you in here."
"Alright then," he backed away so easily that I frowned.
"What? Just like that?"
He nodded, nonchalantly, "I'll buy a villa, a big one, we'll move in together and you will have plenty of space there. If you feel like I'm suffocating you, we can have Klaus and your overbearing mum living there too, and Adeline also. Our son will also have lots of space to do whatever he wants, it's the best for us."
"What the hell?" I gasped, standing up and turning face the jerk. "No."
"It'll be safer, I'll have security all over the place. If you don't want to rush things, I can initially get us separate suites, one in each side of the villa, that will give you space enough," he crossed his arms over his chest. "When you're ready, we'll move into one suite together, and be a couple officially, until then, we can be together, low-key, in a place spacious enough, that our son won't hear a whisper of the screams I'll be forcing out of you."
"I am not, moving in with you! This is my place!"
"It's too small for us," he groaned. "There's only three bedrooms."
"It's just me and my son," I snapped, "it's all we need."
"Well, it's not enough, when you don't want to sleep with me."
"Rhyot, stop being bloody unreasonable," I snapped.
He clenched his jaw and grabbed my neck in a possessive chokehold, "You've made your point, Ruby, let me make me," his voice was a primal whisper. "You are mine, you are the mother of my son, you are my woman, you are mine. I will not have you living alone with our son, when my enemies could be out there, right now, planning to harm you to get to me. You want space? I will buy a bigger villa where you will be able to breath when I suffocate you, with a huge library, an even bigger garden, a Olympic pool, and whatever else you and our son need, I'll get you everything, but I will not live away from you. You belong to me, and I will not let you out of my sight, out of my reach."