I didn’t have time to contemplate my emotions because my wife was orgasming on my cock and every rational thought left my mind. I seized her hips, lifting her up an inch and hammered into her, forgetting that she was still tender. Her pussy contracted around me hard, the hot wetness clenching around my length, gripping me with each pulse.
She came down from her high slowly as I fucked up into her, pleasure rising in my hips. Her back arced, her pussy slick around me as I thrust deep. As her orgasm wound down, she made a quiet sound, a defeated whimper, and I came hard, emptying myself into her tight, wet heat.
“Jesus Christ…fuck,” I swore.
She was shaking a little as I lifted her from my body and laid her on the bed beside me. She rolled onto her side, her hair falling across her face, and lay still as she caught her breath.
I lifted her thigh to part her legs and she didn’t protest as I inspected her pussy. She was slippery with lube, a little bloody, and my cum was seeping out onto her inner thigh. A rush of satisfaction filled me at the sight. She was mine now.
I bent and kissed her forehead. “You took that so well.”
“Thank you for not hurting me,” she whispered. “At least, not very much.”
I gathered her against me, knowing she needed warmth and comfort after what we’d done. She seemed a little stunned and overwhelmed. She must have been exhausted because it took about five minutes for her body to fall slack and her breathing evened. I closed my eyes, releasing a sigh, and followed her soon after.
Chapter Ten
Olivia
I woke before Lucien did and slipped from the bed to shower. The muscles between my thighs ached as I sat down on the toilet. Turning on the shower, I stepped beneath the warm spray and let it pound down on my back and wash away the sticky wetness from the night before. The evidence of what he’d done to me that was now seeping down my thighs.
A shiver went through me. Last night had been exhausting and overwhelming, but it had been far and away better than anything I’d imagined. I’d thought he would have his way with me and then roll over and fall asleep. But no, he’d given me pleasure that shook my body to the core and then he’d held me as I slept. Was there warmth somewhere below all of the ice and steel that was Lucien Esposito? Or had he given me an orgasm only as a point of pride?
But even better than the pleasure was the relief. My virginity, this thing I’d carried around with me, that my mother had used to shame and manipulate me for years, was gone. My whole body felt lighter.
I washed the blood and semen from my thighs and scrubbed my hair with cherry blossom shampoo. As I wrapped myself in a towel, the door opened and Lucien walked in looking sleepy. His hair was rumpled and there were faint smears of blood on his cock. He didn’t say anything, just stood by the toilet and, to my mortification, relieved himself. I kept my eyes stoically on my reflection as I rubbed cream into my face and neck.
He moved to the sink and kissed my neck as he bent past me to pick up his toothbrush. “Good morning.” His voice was deliciously husky.
“Good morning,” I said.
I reached for my pink bag and took the bottle of birth control out and unscrewed the cap. Lucien glanced over and frowned, setting his toothbrush aside.
“What is that?” he said.
“Birth control,” I said, frowning.
“It doesn’t look like it,” he said, taking the bottle from me. He studied the label and then dumped a pill out into his hand. “Who gave you this?”
“My mother set up for the doctor to send it to me when I moved in with you,” I said. “Can I have it back?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know what the fuck this is, but it’s not birth control. I know what the various kinds of pills look like and this isn’t one of them. Also, it’s in a generic bottle.”
“I did notice the packaging changed,” I said nervously. “Do you think it’s something…dangerous?”
His face was dark and all traces of sleepiness were gone from him. “Your mother has no reason to kill you. But the security of our marriage benefits her and your family.”
“What does that mean?’ I asked, confused.
“I would bet money these are fake,” he said.
I stared down at the pill in his hand and everything clicked into place. He was right, the pills didn’t look like any birth control I’d taken before. And my mother had spent her life ensuring I would wed Lucien and she would surely do anything to make sure it stayed that way. To make sure there was no chance Lucien would go back on his word.
I swallowed a dry lump in my throat. “That means…last night—”
“It means I fucked you without contraception,” he said, every emotion gone from him. He was as cold and distant as he’d been at our first meeting.
Turning on his heel, he left the room and I heard him unzipping his suitcase. I stood by the sink with my stomach flopping, feeling incredibly foolish. How could I have taken fake birth control for almost a year and never realized it? A surge of hatred toward my mother rose in my chest, choking me and turning my stomach. What she’d done was violating.