Page 63 of Deception

“Then give it to me,” I bluster, trailing my hands down the front of his white shirt to his belt.

I unbuckle and loosen it as he watches me, making quick work of freeing his cock as I slip off his lap onto my knees.

“This isn’t for you,” he says, knotting his hand in my hair and tugging my head to the side so that I lick up the thick, throbbing vein from root to tip. A hiss pushes between his teeth when I tongue the slit. “Fuck…you do that so good. I would marry you just for your tongue, Red.”

The praise makes my chest warm, squeezing tight around my lungs as they fizz with ecstasy over his lust-filled remark. It may be sick and twisted, but pride blooms inside me, unfurling deep in my core as it throbs with a need has me sucking him deeper, lapping at his cock faster when he pulls me up to the tip and his precum paints my tongue.

His length thickens, and before I can draw in a breath, he plunges my mouth down onto him until he pushes past my gag reflex and fucks my throat exactly like he said he would earlier. I can’t breathe or think. Tears burn down my face as he pumps faster, and my hands claw at his thick, muscled thighs.

Fuck, my throat is clenching so tight that I can feel every ridge of him thrust deeper.

“That’s it…” he grunts. “Take it all…take it…”

Every curse he spits from his mouth becomes rougher until it becomes nothing but grunts, and holding me down, he comes. His hot seed scorches my insides as I try to swallow it all, every drop just how he likes it so that he’ll give me what I want too.

Once he’s tucked himself away, Tomasz lifts me back onto his lap. Looking into his eyes, I swear I can still feel him lodged deep in my throat, his dick hammering so far down that he might have bruised my fucking heart.

“I’ll be back later,” he tells me while cleaning me up with his cotton handkerchief. “Pick whatever you like, and take your time. Enjoy it.”

“It’s a dress.”

A serious stare draws his brows into a pensive furrow as he repeats, “Enjoy it. Make the most out of it because this is it. You won’t get another chance.”

“Okay, I will.” I try to pacify him so that he stops fixing my make-up and touches me the way I need him to.

“Come back to me,” Tomasz says as he sits me back beside him, grabbing my torn underwear from the leather seat as he reaches across me and opens the door. “Go now.”

“But…”

Anton is already helping me out of the car before I can say anything else or even refuse to leave him until he’s taken care of me.

“Tomasz.”

With the scrap of lace fisted in his hand, he holds it to his nose and takes a long inhale before he grins at me. “Come back to me and I’ll fuck you.”

What has gotten into him? Why does he keep telling me to come back to him as if I have anywhere else to go?

“Get inside,” Anton says, surveying our surroundings carefully as he slams the car door shut.

If this is so risky, they should’ve just had a dress brought to the compound instead of driving so far. Anton opens the shop door for me. While he’s still holding it, I turn to look back at the car to find Tomasz watching me as though this might be the last time he sees me.

The smile on his face appears haunted, making me want to run back to him for no other reason than to distract him from his worry. Tomasz always has something on his mind, but when we’re together, he seems to relax.

“Enjoy,” he mouths, still holding my torn underwear in his fist while he rests his chin on it.

“Inside,” Anton urges, and although I’m not all that bothered about picking a dress, I do as he says.

The bridal boutique is small enough that when I step inside, I freeze at the sight. Tears instantly flood my eyes as my racing heart runs away with itself.

Oh my God.

The happiness that floods me has me turning on heels and heading back to the shop door. But when I open it, the car is gone. Tomasz is gone. Anton is standing outside, a stern look on his face as I try to stop my emotions from getting the better of me.

“We’ll see whose team you’re on now,” he states coolly.

I head back inside to find my mother still standing in the middle of the shop with Luda sitting in the seating area by the fitting podium. There are security men on either side of her as she smiles at me.

“You look…” Mum comes closer, stepping in front of me with a broad grin on her lips. “So well.”