Page 20 of When the Last One Falls
“The second that I agreed to marry you, I deleted every female contact in my phone that wasn’t business related,” he said, and he had to be lying. “I’d done the curtesy of personally calling Rochelle to break things off, and that bullshit tonight was just her feeling unworthy at not knowing that I had called things off because I was getting married.”
“I don’t care,” I lied. “It’s not my business.”
“Oh, but it is,” he shot back. “Since I have every intention of honoring my wedding vows, itisyour business who I’m fucking, especially since you’re going to be the one that I’ll be fucking.”
I was so goddamn angry that I had no idea how my body was clenching at hearing him describe having sex with me. Sure, purely on an objective level, I was attracted to this man; I mean, what woman wouldn’t be? Nevertheless, I hated everything else about him and our situation. Plus, he had offered me to his business colleagues and that was not okay.
“Yeah,” I scoffed, lifting my chin. “You and all your business partners.”
His hand was wrapped around my neck, my back slamming up against the wall before I knew it. By the time that I could even register what Brantley was doing, his other hand was under my pink dress, cupping me between my legs.
His lips curled in rage as he said, “This pussy ismine.I have the receipt locked safely away in my safe with all of my other important papers, and your signature is on that fucking receipt.” His fingers moved back and forth across my panties and a mortified moan almost left my lips. “You are out of your fucking mind if you think that I’d share it with anyone else. Regardless of what you overheard, I amnotinto watching or sharing.Rochellewas into being watched and being shared, and I didn’t care enough about her to give a fuck. But you better believe that I give a fuck about the woman with my last name.”
Pride was a sonofabitch. “I can’t wait to meet her,” I spat. “Especially, when the last thing that I’ll ever do is change my last name to Kingston. Don’t forget, I didn’t choose you, either.”
Brantley’s hand tightened around my neck. “Do I need to prove to you just how much you belong to me?” he threatened, and I almost bit my tongue bloody when his finger slipped inside my panties, the rough pad sliding across my wet folds.
Just when I thought that I couldn’t feel any more humiliated, I was wet for him, and I shouldn’t be. My dry spell shouldn’t matter at a time like this. His looks, his aggressiveness, his possessiveness shouldn’t be hot. I shouldn’t want anything to do with him, let alone want him. I shouldn’t be letting my female insecurities and Rochelle fucking Darling make me feel like I needed to prove something.
“Theminesbelong to you,” I said through clenched teeth.“Idon’t.”
His lip curled in the cruelest smile that I’d ever seen. “Think not?”
Before I could argue any further, I felt myself being thrown onto the bed, my neck pinned to the mattress by Brantley’s hand. I tried to push up, but he was too strong, and I cursed everything about my body’s weakness when I felt cool air hitting the back of my thighs. I cursed it even more when I heard the telltale sounds of a belt coming undone.
My body actually leaked.
My pride was demanding that I scream out at him; it was demanding that I fight back with all my might. What he was doing right now was wrong. Our first time shouldn’t be like this, with him trying to prove a point and me being wrought with jealousy. Our first time as husband and wife shouldn’t be this ugly. On so many levels, this was so goddamn wrong. Brantley was practically forcing himself on me to establish dominance-a move as old as time-and I wasn’t stopping him.
Christ, why wasn’t I stopping him?
With one hand gripping the back of my neck, pinning me to the bed, Brantley’s other hand destroyed the lace fabric of my pale blue panties, and when his thumb ran through my folds to see if I was wet, I was thankful that he couldn’t see my face.
“Yeah,” he growled. “This pussy is definitely mine.”
Before I could tell him to go to hell or beg him to fuck me, Brantley slammed his entire length into me with one thrust, and there was no stopping the scream that escaped my lips. Bent over the edge of the bed, he started railing into me, his size bringing tears to my eyes. Brantley was both thick and long, and my body would have needed time to adjust, no matter the situation.
When I felt his fingers digging into my hip, I stuffed my face into the mattress in a pointless effort to try to muffle my moans. I was leaking all over the man, so he didn’t need vocal verification that he was making my body sing without my permission. I’d never felt so stretched out, and every time that he slammed into me balls-deep, the pleasure/pain had me wishing this were real.
“Yeah, this pussy is definitely mine,” he grunted, repeating his earlier words. “It’s creaming all over my dick, just begging to cum.”
I was clenching my teeth so hard that I was in danger of cracking a molar. He wasn’t lying, and I could only lie here and wait for him and my body to quit humiliating me. Brantley felt so good inside me that I needed to get the fuck out of his house as soon as possible. If he was going to choose this method to fight all our fights, then I was never going to win. I felt so goddamn weak, and it wasn’t a good feeling.
Things got worse when my body began to clench around his. “That’s it, baby,” he growled. “Cum on my cock. Cum on the only fucking cock that you’re ever going to know from now on.”
“You’re a bastard,” I finally choked out, my body on the edge.
Brantley’s body came down on mine, and after the sonofabitch licked the side of my face, he said, “And you’re officially my wife now, so unless you want me to keep you tied to this bed, on display for me to fuck whenever the hell I want, then I suggest you get your shit together, baby.”
My hands fisted in the comforter, and it was only a few minutes later that I was cumming all over him, my cries of pleasure betraying me just like everything else. The explosion felt powerful, incredible, and fearfully addicting. I was so caught up in the euphoria of my release that I didn’t even care when Brantley came inside me only a few seconds later.
I wasn’t sure how long I laid there, my body feeling battered and spent, but when Brantley finally pulled out of me, he said, “I don’t know what the fuck you did with your wedding rings, but they better be back on your finger by tomorrow. If not, then I’ll be dragging you by your fucking hair to the nearest jeweler, making sure that the next set is drilled into your finger to the bone.”
Brantley left without saying another word, but what else was there to say?
Chapter 14
Brantley~
