Page 65 of Shutter and Sin
Has his dick been inside me all night? Oh God. My eyes fly open to a ceiling I know too well, one I’ve stared at so many nights trying to feel nothing that I could draw it from memory. This is our shared bedroom. The man balls deep inside me while peacefully asleep is my future husband, the same one who swore on his life he would not touch me without permission.
I shift forward slightly just to confirm what I already know and his cock drags along my inner walls as I move, pulling almost all the way to the tip before his hips snap forward in his sleep and slam back in with two hard thrusts that knock the breath clean out of me. My toes curl into the sheets against my will.
The bastard is inside me and he doesn’t even have the decency to be awake for it.
I try to move forward to give us distance, but he just pulls me back to the edge and slams right back in. Every time I crawl a few inches, he pulls me back. It’s a literal tug-of-war across the entire length of the bed. My brain is telling me to escape, but his body is refusing to let go, hitting me with these deep, punishing thrusts that feel way too good. His low, guttural groans fill the room every time he bottoms out, raw and desperate like he’s losing control too.
His hand snakes around my hip, his fingers find my swollen clit without mercy, rubbing tight, slick circles over my pussy, matching the brutal rhythm of his cock, the added pressure making my thighs shake uncontrollably. Fuck he’s too good. I groan annoyed at how much I’m into it.
By the time we hit the middle of the mattress, I’m done for. The combination of his relentless thrusts, those perfect strokes on my clit, and his deep groans vibrating against my back sends me over the edge. I come right then and there, clenching hard around him as stars explode behind my eyes. “Hmmm fuckkk.”
I’ll never breathe a word of this to anyone as long as I live.
Still, the principle of the whole thing pisses me off. He looked me dead in the eye and swore he would wait until I begged. I never begged. I went out with the girls, had an amazing night, and barely even thought about him. Now I’m waking up with his dick already inside me at some ridiculous hour because his promises clearly mean nothing.
I shove forward one last time, trying to crawl toward the edge of the bed. The mattress is right there if I can just reach it.
And then the mattress disappears.
I go face first onto the floor.
The impact is immediate and unforgiving and I lie flat on the hardwood with my hair covering my face breathing through it. Above me the bed is very quiet.
Then I hear the slow creak of the mattress shuffling as he moves. I stay on the floor and stare up at the ceiling through my curtain of hair and watch as he props himself up on both elbows, settling his chin into his hands. He cocks his head to one side. The smile on his face is the most irritating thing I have ever seen in my entire life.
“Good morning to you too, my beautiful wife,” he says pleasantly. “Waking me up with morning sex wasn’t exactly on my bingo card for today.” he pauses, his smile widening. “But I have no complaints.”
I peel the hair out of my face. “The least you could have done was catch me before I fell.”
He looks at me and tilts his head in question.
“The least you could have done was stop crawling away from me like I had the plague.” He shrugs from his position on the bed, his chin still resting comfortably in his hands, without looking away from my breasts.
“But hey. We can’t all have what we want, can we?”
I grab the bed frame and haul myself upright. My head is pounding. My body feels like it lost a very long argument.
“Why was there something inside me? We had an agreement.”
He tilts his head the other way. “Let me think.” He taps one finger against his chin. “Was it the public indecency you were about to commit in front of God and everyone? Was it the fact that you almost got yourself arrested? Was it you deciding to wander through Moscow alone at night?” He pauses. “Or was it the part where you told me — very clearly, that if I wouldn’t do it you would find some other bastard who would?”
“I would never actually have done that.”
“Zoya.”
“I have excellent self-control, if you haven’t noticed.”
He gives me the side eye which looked strangeon his already serious face. “When you’re drunk you think you have excellent self-control. But look where that got you.” He leans forward on his elbows. “I’m fairly certain you didn’t even know whose dick was inside you last night. You should thank your lucky stars you didn’t get anyone killed with your little antics. Because I was this close.”
“You're a man, stop being dramatic.”
“Am I.”
“Yes. And I still don’t remember begging.” I cross my arms. “I don’t remember agreeing to any of this. Just admit it you broke your promise.”
He is quiet for exactly one second.
Then he reaches for his phone.
