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I unbuttoned the first button of his shirt, and he pulled a little to the side, looking at me with intrigue in his eyes.
“Then it’s a good thing I finally became yours,” he said, his dark voice sending shivers across my skin like a second caress, while his fingers dipped lower, slipping inside me and making me gasp with delight.
“So good. It was a dream come true,” I confessed before unbuttoning another button, then moving closer to him, grazing his lips with mine. “I couldn’t describe my happiness, so instead, I showed it every day. I showed how much I adored you, showed you how much I loved you with my body.”
“You love me?”
“Of course. I’m completely obsessed with you,” I admitted, and for a moment, everything fell into a hushed stillness. Not even the sound of our breathing broke the silence. We were both holding our breath. The tension hung so heavily in the air that I felt I could reach out and touch it. And then, all of a sudden, Jared lifted me, placing me on the table and swiftly pushing aside his empty plate. He grabbed the slit in my dress, tearing it further open. My hands found their way to his pants, fully aware that I had the freedom to move and touch. I began unbuckling his belt as he spread my legs, pulling me toward him so that I balanced dangerously on the edge of the table, held up only by his strength. He didn’t let me push his pants any lower because he dropped down into his chair, tossing my legs over his shoulders, and descended to lick me.
“Fuck! Jared!”
He didn’t hold back. He zeroed in on my most sensitive spots right away, sucking hard on my clit before running his tongue along it. Everything was happening so fast, the warmth turning scorching hot, almost painful in its intensity.
“Ah, please slow down,” I pleaded, but he seemed intent on making me come fast. He traced his tongue along my pussy before sucking on my clit again, pushing me over the edge. The scream of pleasure was so intense it got caught in my throat, and I clutched his hair, pressing him into me as I rocked my hips, losing myself in his touch. For a moment, I completely forgot where I was as he pushed me through the waves of ecstasy. However, he abruptly cut it short, pulling back and swiftly tugging his pants down. He was panting as deeply as I was, his desperation evident in every movement. He wrapped my legs around him and sank deep into me, both of us groaning with pleasure. I leaned back, holding myself up with one hand as he pulled out and then thrust back in, sending waves of unbelievable sensation coursing through us.
“Say it again,” he groaned, placing one hand on my neck and forcing me to focus on him.
“What?”
“Tell me how much you want me, how much you love me,” he demanded, thrusting deeply with each sentence to underscore his words.
“I can’t put into words how insane you make me. I don’t think anyone would believe I’m in my right mind. But I can’t stop it. I don’t want to,” I panted, feeling the orgasm building rapidly again, igniting a fire within me as he thrust faster. “I love you. I fucking love you, Jared!”
I cried out the words in the throes of ecstasy as he chased his own release, coming almost immediately after me. His deep groans merged with my declarations, creating a symphony too sweet to describe. It seemed to reverberate through the room as we clung to each other, recovering from the intense round. Jared held onto me tighter, lowering himself back into his chair with me still on top of him. I leaned in closer, our lips sealing together, and his hand tangled in my hair, anchoring me to him.
“So, that’s what it’s like being married,” he whispered against my lips, his words leaving me perplexed. “Seems like I might be cut out for it after all.”
I pulled back, his words slowly registering in a strange way that made me wonder something I found utterly unbelievable. However, Jared caught the look on my face and, with a wicked smile, hooked a finger around my collar, drawing me closer.
“What’s on your mind, wife?” he taunted. “Jealous that another woman will have me for all eternity? Or at least until death do us part.”
That was all it took, and I finally understood what this entire game was about. It wasn’t even about me. It was about Jared. He was getting married!
Chapter 32
-Jared-
The expression on Alison’s face as she pieced it all together was utterly priceless. The profound shock, the disbelief, followed by the realization that I had completely manipulated her, pleased the beast within me. We wanted her to react this way. We wanted her to understand that she meant absolutely nothing to us. A little distance, a touch of patience, it seemed to have worked wonders for both of us. Alison had become more desperate for me, and my head was finally clear. I could stay focused. I could be the monster I needed to be to exact revenge on Alison for all her transgressions. However, my smile vanished as her anger suddenly dissipated, and she began to laugh softly, shaking her head. Her laughter wasn’t one of joy. It was filled with disbelief.
“Of course,” she chuckled, uttering those two words that baffled me, but her gaze remained locked on me, a new kind of emotion in her eyes. It was disdain, but unlike any I had seen before, as if it weren’t directed at me.
“Tell me, Master,” she began, “have you been engaged since this all began? Is this one long bachelor party with just you and me locked together?”
“Why does that matter?” I retorted. “You’re cheating, no matter the circumstances. You still signed the contract. Engagement or not, you’re mine to use as I see fit,” I reminded her, tightening my grip on her hair. She groaned angrily, grabbing my hand and forcefully pushing it away.
In an instant, she was off me and turning to walk away. But I hadn’t given her permission to leave.
“Slave!” I called out angrily, but Alison didn’t react. I hastily adjusted my clothes and hurried after her. Before she could reach the doors leading to the hallway, I seized her arm and spun her around, gripping her other arm as well before pressing her against the door. This time, I was furious too. She was obligated to listen to me, but she seemed to think she could simply walk away because I had upset her. How was this any different from anything else I had already subjected her to?
“You don’t walk away from me,” I growled.
“Why not? You’ll have another wife soon, pleasing you every day. Honestly, what is the purpose of all this? You can’t possibly practice for a marriage. Do you truly believe this would show you what it means? It’s all a game, Jared, and you know it! There’s nothing real about it!”
“Exactly, there’s nothing real about it. So why are you so upset?”
“I’m not upset! I’m just angry at being used in such a way.”
“How’s it different?” I demanded to know. “How can this possibly make you angrier than anything else I’ve done to you?”
