Page 49 of Sweet Surrender
The sight was fucking magnificent, one I would take to my grave withme.
Reaching out to place two fingers in the come coating her breasts, Ismeared it around, making sure to rub some into her nipples. When I was satisfied I’d covered enough of her chest, I moved to her stomach, doing the same of covering as much of her bare skin as possible with my release.
Lastly, I moved to the splash that had landed on her hair. This time, Iscooped the thread of come onto my finger, before pushing that finger inside her, twirling it around, and leaving as much come in her pussy as possible.
A satisfied smile curled on my lips knowing that a part of me would bein her for the rest of the night.
Sated, I wrapped her robe back around her, tying the belt up exactlythe way she had. Only then did I allow myself to collapse next to her.
Like I’d done earlier, I pulled her into my arms, moving her onto herside, and placing her arm over my chest and her knee onto my thigh.
I closed my eyes, feeling like the luckiest son-of-a-bitch in the world.
Chapter 16
Savannah
My body overheating woke me up. I’d gone to bed in a robe becauseaside from my wedding dress, I couldn’t find any of my clothes, the sexy underwear included.
Pissed at Nash’s confession that he’d seen me having sex withTrent, I’d decided that I didn’t want him seeing me naked, he’d violated me enough as it was. I’d made sure to tie the belt up tight and wrapped myself in the covers, a decision I was now regretting with how hot I was.
But as I sat up, a twinge of pain shot through my neck, and a familiarbrain fog descended, making me disoriented. I took a deep breath hoping to stop the nausea churning when the memory from the night before of Nash stabbing me in the neck flashed into my mind.
The fucker had drugged me.
Again.
Ignoring the ache in my head, my gaze snapped to the other side ofthe bed, ready to give Nash a piece of my mind but finding the space empty. He’d evidently slept there though given the dent in the pillow and the ruffled sheets. As I stared at the space, his muffled voice drifted through the door, sounding like he was talking to someone.
I fully intended on having a little chat with Nash about his drugginghabit, but first, I needed to get out of the robe before I overheated and passed out.
Slowly getting out of bed, I made my way on shaky legs to theensuite, relieved to find the belt holding my robe together was still tied in a double knot. The thought that I’d been unconscious and oblivious to Nash doing whatever he wanted to my body didn’t sit well.
Surely he wouldn’t have taken advantage of me when I was in such avulnerable state, right?
But that question was answered when I undid the belt and pulled myrobe open to find dried come stains over my breasts, stomach, and to my horror, my pubic hair.
“Motherfucker!” I screeched, as pure white rage swept through me.
Without giving it a second thought, I stormed out of the bathroom andbedroom, not bothering to tie my robe back up.
Following the sound of Nash’s voice, I burst into the office off themain living area.
“What the fuck is this?” I demanded, holding my robe open when Ifound him sitting at the desk in front of his laptop.
“Excuse me a minute,” he said, talking to the screen before his headtwisted to where I was standing. His eyes filled with lust as they roamed over my exposed body. “It looks to me like my wife’s beautiful body,” he replied without a hint of remorse in his tone.
“I’m talking about the come stains all over me!” I roared, waving myhand in front of me. “You drugged me and then had sex with me while I was unconscious!”
His eyes narrowed on me before turning back to the screen. “Sherry,I’ll call you back.”
A flash of embarrassment coursed through me as I realized Nash’sPA had heard me accuse him of having sex with me. I’d asked him if she was his mom after the wedding ceremony as we made our way back to our suite, he’d corrected me, telling me Sherry had worked for him for a number of years.
Nash stood, and prowled towards me, his lips twisting into adisapproving sneer. He had a way of doing that, stalking towards me like I was a little mouse about to get eaten by a tiger, and every part of me wanted to cower away from him.
But I refused.
“Let me ask you something, sweetheart,” he said, his tone full ofmenace as he stopped in front of me. “Is your cunt sore? Can you feel me between your legs every time you move?”
