Page 54 of Save You
When he finally releases his erection in front of me, I instinctively try to back away, but his hands are quicker than I am, and they pull me aggressively toward his waiting body. Fear must be written all over my face when he starts brushing my cheek with the back of his hand, softly but with a clear underlying threat.
“I think you know what I’m asking you to do, my beautiful fiancé,” he tells me.
“Asking or telling?” I whisper on another large intake of breath.
“I’m pretty sure you know the answer to that, Beth,” he smiles before pulling me into kiss him, all the while he strokes himself, slowly, making his penis harder with every passing second. His tongue slides into my mouth, getting more and more hungry for what he’s demanding from me. Eventually, he releases my face, but only to then push the back of my head down to where he is demanding I take him. When I make no move to open my mouth, he growls, making a sound like a rabid dog.
“Beth! There are other ways I can take you!” His words have me darting my eyes up to meet his. His smile delivers a cold shiver through me. “I either fuck your mouth, or I can fuck your ass. It’s your choice. Whichever, I’m done waiting, so make your decision before I do it for you.”
In sheer panic, I close my eyes and count to three before doing what he’s been trying to force me to do ever since he stepped foot inside of this room. My heart breaks the whole time, hating myself for cheating on Xander, even if it is against my will. I also hate this for me; this is a crime against me, my dignity, and my heart. Meanwhile, he noisily hisses, grunts, and pushes himself further down my throat, until eventually, he erupts without any hint of a warning. I feel the steady stream of tears spilling from my eyes and I know he can see them too, for when he wipes them away, his breathing seems to quicken, as though he’s getting off on it.
After he has fastened himself up without shame or any comfort for me, he grabs hold of my chin between his finger and thumb and forces me to look at his grinning face. He then leans in to brush his lips against my forehead.
“Well, Beth, I’m certainly looking forward to our wedding night after that performance. Good girl, I’m pleased with you.”
While I fight the urge to throw up, he picks up my robe and helps me to dress.
“Pru!” My sour-faced friend enters through the side door with a sugary-sweet smile for Oliver. “Tell the ladies outside that my fiancé will be looking over some bridal magazines and will tell them what she wants to wear within the next two days.”
“But your mother chose the dresses herself,” Pru tries to argue, but recoils when she sees his face morph into a scowl of irritation over being challenged. “Right, Mr Lawrence. Of course!”
She exits without another word, and I soon hear the front door open to release the collection of stylists, fitters, and whoever the hell else they are.
“Now, my beautiful-bride-to-be,” he purrs as he pulls me into his arms, “I want you to go upstairs, make yourself decent and take Leo with you to get some bridal magazines. Look them over and tell them what you really want.”
Before he lets me go, he kisses me long and lazily on the lips, still thrusting his semi against my hip.
“Anything formybride!”