CHAPTER FIFTY TWO
DALLAS
The wedding gradually came to an end. My best friend's face lit up as she stared at her new spouse. Their attraction was so magnetic that I couldn't refrain a smile.
It was finally time to throw the bouquet, my favorite part of a wedding. The bridesmaid and I gathered behind Lisa, forming a semicircle around her. She turned her back on us, and tossed the bouquet over her shoulder.
The bouquet landed in my hands and everyone cheered. I turned around and caught sight of Oliver's car driving into the parking lot. I didn't even notice Lisa walking up to me till she whispered,
“Congratulations are in order, bestie.”
I flinched slightly.
“Seriously? What did I say about sneaking up on me?”
She smiled and winked at me before walking back to her husband.
My gaze turned back to the car. I contemplated going to him or walking away and pretending I hadn’t seen him. The latter was cowardly, but it was safe.
A while ago, I was worried that he would avoid me, but now I was the one avoiding him. But I can’t avoid him forever, especially when we live in the same house.
I drew a long sigh and I strolled towards the car. I opened the car door and sat on the back seat.
Oliver craned his neck from behind the wheel and stared at me, eyebrows raised. I stared back at him, trying so hard to keep my expression neutral.
“Come sit in the front,” he said in an authoritative tone.
He looked more tense, the complete opposite of his very relaxed expression this morning. I wanted to ask what was wrong, but somehow, I couldn't find the words.
There is a saying that a lady's intuition is stronger than anything. Right now, every fiber in my body screams at me not to ask him the reason behind his tensed look. The feeling was so strong that it made me slightly uneasy.
“I'm okay in the back seat, passenger princess and all, you know.” I said jokingly, in an awful attempt to lighten the mood.
It didn't work. His jaws clenched, and he stared at me through the rear mirror for a long while. His gaze was boring into me so intense that I gulped down nervously.
I saw pure rage flashing across his eyes, but I don't even know what he was mad about. It couldn't be the way we left our conversation this morning. He had called me ‘beautiful’ just before I left.
I questioned myself if getting in his car was the right decision. I could just go to the airport and return to New York like I had initially planned. But here we were and there was no going back.
Oliver averted his gaze from me and started the car. We drove out of the hall’s parking lot. The silence in the car was suffocating, but neither of us was willing to break it. The frown on his forehead deepened every second and he groaned a few times. He threw me a few glances through the rear mirror.
I fidgeted with my dress and switched between staring out of the window, and studying Oliver's expression.
After a long and excruciating ride, he pulled up in the hotel's parking lot. He waited for me to get out of the car, and we walked into the hotel together. We didn't say a word to each other till we got to his suite.
But as soon as the door slid close, he slammed my back on the wall and crashed his lips on mine, kissing me hungrily.
While our first kiss was aggressive and needy, this one was full of rage. He sucked, nibbled, and bitted on my lips. A metallic taste filled my mouth, but I didn't care about it at the time. I just wanted this to go on. I didn’t want him to stop.
His hands reached for the straps of the gown behind my back, and he pulled it. The dress slid down my body to the floor. I wasn't wearing anything underneath, so I was naked in front of him, while he was still clothed.
The mere thought of it should be embarrassing, but it wasn’t. I wanted him more. His hungry gaze lingered on my body for a while before he captured my lips in another ferocious kiss.
This isn't right. We shouldn't be doing this. It was supposed to be a one-time thing. I should stop him. I should push him off me.
Any protests I conjured up in my head evaporated as soon as he closed his mouth on my nipple. A soft moan escaped my lips. I dug my fingers into his soft hair and gripped it.
He sucked on my nipple and gave it a soft bite. My core throbbed in anticipation. His free hand gripped my throat tight, but not tight enough to hurt me.
He finished his assault on the first nipple and moved to the second one, teasing, biting, and flicking.
My thighs slicked with my juice and I trailed my finger down, desperate for any kind of friction. A single glare from him halted my attempt and I reluctantly dug my fingers back into his hair.
He didn’t let me dwell on the rejection for long as kisses trailed from my boobs down to my belly button, his lips hovered just above my core. He slid his hand between my thighs, parting them, he inhaled my arousal and groaned.
“Fuck me, you smell like my damnation. So fucking magnificent.”
That was the only warning I got before he ran his tongue over my swollen pussy. I shuddered but he didn’t stop.
His tongue swirled in and out of me, he ate me like his favorite dish. I threw my head back, my eyes rolled to the back of my head. If I thought his fingers were wonderful last night, then his tongue was heavenly. I moaned so loudly, not caring if anyone was passing by at the time. We were standing close to the door. Anyone passing through the hallways would hear my screams.
I could feel the orgasm building inside me, but I didn't want a release now. Just a little more friction and… Argh! I let out a yell as the orgasm rushed out of me.
Oliver licked all the juice off my thigh.
He raised his head and kissed me hard, making me taste my juice in his mouth. He broke off the kiss and wiped away the tiny drool at the corner of my lips. Then he walked off towards the bathroom, leaving me naked and still high on my orgasm.
What the hell just happened?!
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