Page 20 of Depravity

“You want an open marriage?” I snap. Like fuck I’ll agree to that. Does she think I’ll turn a blind eye to her fucking whoever she chooses? I might need an heir, but I sure as fuck will not pass someone else’s brat off as my own.

“No.” She smiles. “I want you. I want this, us, and I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to ensure I get it.”

My mind seems to spin. I stand there, speechless for what must be the first time in my life.

“You can have her,” she says, again. “Have my niece. Fuck her, use her, I don’t care. It doesn’t matter what you do, as long as you and I walk down that aisle together.”

Fuck her? Seriously?

I shouldn’t do it. A better man would object, would pretend, would deny the fact that they’ve been lusting after the girl, but why should I? Why should I lie when she’s offered up so damned easily?

I turn, shrugging Giselle off and close the distance between me and the bed.

Brynn hasn’t moved. She’s lying there, eyes shut, soft breaths escaping her lips as her chest rises and falls. She looks so peaceful. So unbelievably beautiful.

I brush my fingers over her face, pushing all that brown hair back so that I can see her features fully.

“She’s been drugged.” I state.

Giselle drops to her knees beside me. “Yes,” she says simply.

“Because she didn’t agree?” I ask.

Giselle smirks, and those bright red lips streak up her face. “I didn’t ask. It doesn’t matter what she wants, you want her and I want you. If this is what seals the deal, then who cares what she thinks of it? She’ll wake in the morning, completely oblivious.”

I frown, feeling my stomach twist. Not in guilt, not in concern, but because I want Brynn to remember, I want Brynn to revel in what I do to her body, I want her to leave this room, desperately needing me to fuck her again. To be as obsessed by me as I am of her.

My hand skims up the length of her thigh. She’s wearing a little silk sundress, one I know she wouldn’t have chosen herself. As I push it up over her hips, I see the slutty underwear she’s got on. Did her aunt choose that, too? Has she really been dressed up like a doll just for me to play with?

My dick comes to life at that notion. That she’s my doll, that she’s been laying here, waiting for me.

“Leave.” I say quietly.

Giselle shakes her head but she moves back, moves into the shadows, giving me space. “I watch. That’s also part of the deal.”

“You want to watch me fuck her?”

“Take it or leave it, Conrad,” she states, folding her arms.

Fine, she can watch. What difference does it make anyway? I know once I’m balls deep, I won’t give a fuck what my fiancée sees.

I reach forward, rolling the girl onto her front and unzipping the dress. I don’t mean to be rough, and yet the zip catches enough that her whole body jolts. For a second, I wonder if she might wake, if this is all some trick but she just lays there, and it suddenly sinks in that this is happening. This is real.

I grow impatient then, more impatient. I practically rip the dress up off her arms, exposing that beautiful body beneath. Her breasts aren’t huge, but they make my mouth water all the same. I grab one, kneading, massaging, feeling the nipple come to life beneath the soft sexy lingerie she’s wearing.

That’s my girl. That’s right, show me now that you want this, prove that you’re as desperate for me as I am for you.

The bra comes off first. It’s too lacy, too covering, too damned annoying. Her nipples are round, small, a shade of pink that looks far too innocent.

I lean down, biting one hard, wanting it to hurt enough that she wakes tomorrow and feels it still throbbing. I know I’m playing with fire; I know this is reckless but I’ve dreamt of this, imagined this, needed this for so damned long that I refuse to walk away now. I refuse to turn down this opportunity when it’s presented so perfectly.

With my hands, I spread her thighs apart and hook her panties to one side. Her pussy is neatly shaved, but not hairless. If I had my way, I’d see to that. I’d ensure she was smooth enough to eat off.

Her cunt looks like the gates of heaven; plump and so damned welcoming. With one hand I slap her, and again there’s no reaction beyond a throb of my own cock.

“Fuck her already.” Giselle hisses.

I snarl back, telling her to mind her own business.

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