Page 57 of Betrayed in the Dark
She nods, her fingers curling around my leg.
My length hits the back of her throat, and my restraint snaps.
My fingers press into her scalp, and I thrust with urgency, her warm, wet mouth wrapped firmly around my dick. Her bright blue eyes pool with tears, her fingers gripping my thighs as she takes everything I give her.
It doesn’t take long for my balls to tighten, given that my cock hasn’t had any attention like this in over a year, except from my goddamn hand.
I stare down at her, my grip loosening. “I’m going to come. Are you going to show me how much you’ve missed my cock and swallow every last drop?”
She nods frantically as she moans around me.
The orgasm rips through me, pleasure surging through every cell of my body. A guttural groan escapes between my lips, my whole body straining as I hit my peak. White, hot ropes of cum shoot down Madeleine’s throat, and she greedily swallows all of it.
My dick slides out of her mouth, saliva leaking from the corner of her swollen lips. Her chest heaves, and her cheeks are flushed as she stares up at me with a proud grin.
“Fuck, that was brilliant.” I tuck myself back into my pants and lean forward to grip her at the waist, bringing her back to a standing position. Reaching a hand toward the counter, I grab a few tissues and gently wipe under her eyes and then around her mouth.
“On a scale of one to ten, by looking at me, how obvious is it that I just gave you a blow job?” she asks with a chuckle.
“Ehh.” I shrug. “Probably an eleven.”
She swats my chest, and we both laugh. “At least I invested in waterproof mascara.” Her fingers pull at the hem of her dress. “Honestly, how bad do I look?”
I shake my head. “I’m not the right person to ask, love.” I extend a hand, smoothing down her hair and tucking it behind her ear before I snake an arm around her waist and pull her before me. Her hands rest on my chest as she gazes up at me. “You could wear a goddamn potato sack and still look beautiful in my eyes.”
Her eyes soften, and she bites her bottom lip. “Well, we’d better get back out there before they come looking for us.”
I cradle her cheek, my thumb gliding over her smooth skin.
I want to kiss her.
I need to kiss her.
But just as I lean down, she pats my chest and turns toward the sink, soaking a paper towel under the cold water before pressing it to the wine stain on her dress. She manages to get most of it cleaned up before turning toward the door to unlock and open it, disappearing through the other side.
Disappointment flashes over me, but I quickly shake it off as I follow after her. I run my fingers through my hair and tuck my shirt back inside my pants, trying to appear like I didn’t just get the best blow job of my life in the bathroom.
Everyone in the Manacorda family is engaged in conversation as we approach the table, not giving us a second glance.
Madeleine takes her seat, which now has her main course before her, and looks up at me with a secret smile. Her hand finds my leg as I take my seat beside her.
“Madeleine,” Alastor says, his tone stern. “Can I have a word with you?” He crumples the cloth napkin on his lap and tosses it onto the table as he stands.
I cross my arms over my chest, glaring at him. “Why don’t you give her a chance to eat her goddamn—”
“Of course,” Madeleine interjects, swiftly removing her hand from my leg and standing.
I immediately follow suit, standing beside her, ready to go wherever she goes.“Just…don’t leave my side, okay?”
“If you don’t mind, myfiancéeand I would like a moment of privacy,” Alastor states, emphasizing the word fiancée, which has officially become my least favorite word in the dictionary. He snakes an arm around Madeleine’s waist and hauls her into his side.
She looks at me. “It’s okay. I’ll be right back.”
Adolfo laughs. “Can’t wait until the wedding night, huh? You’re more like me than my actual son.”
Madeleine’s cheeks flame with embarrassment as she pulls out of Alastor’s grip and storms away, heading out of the main room.
Alastor adjusts his tie and smirks. “We’ll be back shortly.” He leans closer so only I can hear him. “Just need a few minutes to remind her who she belongs to.” A wicked grin spreads over his face before he turns and walks away, leaving me seeing red as I fight with myself on what to do.
