Falling Into Him (2)
1290 Words
He grabbed my lower lip, sucked and kissed me again.
He pulled away from me and held my waist, leaning his forehead on mine, as we both panted.
“Do you want this between us?”
I swallowed, panting. My hands slid up his back.
“I won't stop once we get out of here.”
“Pierce, I —”
As soon as we slipped into a random room, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Pierce’s lips found mine again and again, his hands roaming my back and settling on my waist, while I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer.
“Pierce.” I moaned.
“Ahhh…” He groaned. “You f*****g smell good.”
We both bounced onto the bed.
I have never felt more alive.
As Pierce’s hair brushed against my face, I gasped, my hands clutching his neck as he slammed against me.
The scent ignited something deep inside me, making my body ache and pulse with desire. I felt a burning warmth spread through me, sinking into the soft bed beneath us.
Pheromones wrapped our bodies as Pierce kept thrusting inside me.
“Ahhh…Pierce.”
I have never felt more fulfilled in my entire life.
Who on earth would have thought I would sleep with my husband’s younger brother?
“Pierce.”
The next morning I saw myself on my bed and wondered who brought me to my bed? Has the party finished already?
I looked around and faced the window when I saw it was morning already. I took the white sheet off me and got out of bed.
“Ahhh.” I felt a sharp cramp in my abdomen.
Memories of last night flooded my mind.
The duplex is a vast estate, with towering walls and an imposing gate that makes you feel you’re entering a different world.
The interior is sleek and modern, with luxurious touches, marble floors, high ceilings, and chandeliers that glitter like stars.
The atmosphere is elegant but cold, with dark tones, sharp, and clean lines dominating the decor.
There’s a sense of power and mystery, especially with the heavy security and the constant movement of people who seem to guard something important.
Despite the beauty and wealth, it doesn’t feel entirely warm, it's more like a prison. This is the home I got married in.
I hardly go outside because everything I want is here.
“Where do you think you are going?”
I stopped and saw her dropping the tray of food on the bed. Her white, elegant suit and skirt suited her curvy, slim figure.
“Why are you holding your abdomen like that? Are you pregnant?!”
My p***y feels heavy. Am I about to have my period? Wait! The lovemaking last night was real??
I slept with Pierce.
“Are you okay?”
I shook my head, forced a smile. “I'm fine.” I nodded.
My mother was a pretty woman. Her black hair is in a bun, and her Chanel handbag looks fancy, like a boss lady. Especially when she paints her lips using a red color, which is also her favorite. And her rose perfume filled the air as she took a chair beside my nightstand and sat down.
Though she’s in her late forties, she is still as gorgeous as ever. She gave birth to me, and I love her as a daughter should respect her mother. We hardly get along if nothing goes her way. I don’t think she just came here to visit me to see how I was doing. She must have heard something about me and Jonathan.
“Mother, why are you here?”
I sat on the edge of the bed, pulling my knees up to my chest and resting my feet on the frame. Wrapping my arms around my legs, I leaned forward slightly, ready to listen to everything she had to say.
“Do you realize what you’ve just done?” As she got angry, the little veins near her temples became visible.
“What have I done?”
“Jonathan told me how you monitor him.” She revealed.
My brows furrowed, and I dropped my legs in slow motion. “He told you I monitor him?”
“Yes, he did.” She replied confidently. “Listen to me, child. You don’t question alphas. They need respect from you, not your questions and…”
“You are telling me,” I murmured, my feet touching the floor from the bed I was sitting on. “I should let him do what he wants.”
“Yes, he is still your husband. You don’t tell him what to do.”
“You came all the way to tell me all this? Not to check up on my health?”
Her being here hurt me more than Jonathan’s problems.
“Rose, listen to me before you say anything out of your mouth.”
“Just like Dad.” I nodded and stood up on my feet. “You didn’t tell him what to do, but he destroyed our lives. You want me to do the same thing?” I felt my eyes burn. “My father never cared about me. He treated you like crap. He doesn't even know if he has a daughter or not.”
She stood her ground. “That is for me, your father, to settle. It is not your business. Stay out of it.”
“You want me to go through the same thing?”
“How could you—”
I was getting even more frustrated with the whole mess.
“He carries mistresses around and comes home with their scent on him. Do you know how that makes me feel, Mother? My husband sleeps around and smells of different omegas.” I raised my voice. “You want me to stop monitoring him?”
“Don’t raise your voice at me, young lady.” She warned me. “I gave birth to you. I know what —”
“You know nothing about me, Mother. Stop saying you know what is good for me. You don’t. Have you ever asked me what I wanted?” My tears dripped from my eyes. “Have you ever asked me that question before? No.” I shook my head. “You’ve never asked me. All you cared about was for me to get married to him because of his wealth and power. I’m suffering from the bargain you created.”
“No marriage is perfect, Rose. Stop acting like a child.” Her tone thickened. “Marriage is not a fairytale.”
“No marriage is perfect? Not a fairytale. So what? Do I have to die before you realize my pain? So, I’m acting like a child now because I’m telling you how I feel.” I spread out my hands in frustration. “Those mistresses you want me to turn a blind eye to were the reasons my daughter died in a car accident. He was busy whoring one of my maids. Then she got hit by a car, slumped onto her head and died.” I screamed during the last part. My tears rushed down my cheeks. My heart burned with anger. “On the 25th of December, my daughter died in a car accident while her father was busy banging her personal maid in our matrimonial bed. He never remembered Lucy or recalled her death anniversary to apologize for his incompetence. He felt no remorse. Got through life and forgot she ever existed. And mother, you want me to forget about her, myself, and please my husband because you don’t want him to drop you and everyone else."
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