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Chapter 15: Susanna
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My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 16: Susanna
I’ve been kissed many times before. By drunk men who salivated in my mouth and cut my lip. By pedophiles whose fantasies were to ruin a little girl in ways they could never ruin their wives. Or daughters. By Jaxon, who only kissed me after each whipping. I associate the action with pain, disgust. I despise it. Yet, my legs shake. It starts like roaring, turbulent waves. Like an avalanche, rumbling in fury and bringing everything down in its path. Zefiro’s kiss is hostile, angry, hateful even. Like he despises me but can’t stay away, and for that, he is punishing me. Hot. I feel hot in all the wrong places. The angry glide of his tongue against mine mimics the movement I’d like not to think of while he holds me, but I can’t help it. It’s hard not to think of how his tongue would feel against my folds. My core tightens and I clench, twice. Hell, no. I push Zefiro off. But I might as well have hit an immoveable wall. Struggling against him does not
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 17: Susanna
You would think that someone with little to no dignity left wouldn’t be bothered about getting eaten out on a veranda by the groom-to-be at his engagement party, but…it’s my first time. None of the men who ruined me particularly cared enough about that. Jaxon didn’t either, but it didn’t matter. Hard to miss something you never experienced. But more than that, there is a more pressing problem. How can I want this? Why do I keep clenching? I’m not some sex-starved—“Oh my God.” Zefiro has my ass in his hands, parted, and his tongue glides along my entrance as he arches me into a more accessible position. He licks me from my entrance to my clit and back again, and another harsh cry rips from my throat. I grapple for something to hold, my nails scratching against the surface of the wall, and I find nothing. The thumping of the music reverberates off the wall, synching with my heartbeats and drowning the sounds of my cries. I have no words for what his tongue does to
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 18: Susanna
Past Dressed in nothing but a robe, I walk down the stairs. I have been good for the past four months, and my reward is being let out of my room for long enough to take a dive in the pool. But even that grows old, and I yearn for something different. Something to break me from this unchanging hell I live in. I halt at the base of the stairs, my gaze drifting over to Jaxon on the couch. His head lifts and light blue eyes crinkle with a smile. My stomach flips twice as I beam. It makes me happy when he is pleased. It means he’ll listen to me when I talk. It means he won’t hit me. It means he’ll be gentle when he fucks me. “Work?” I nod towards the laptop sitting against his thighs. It’s been a year since he paid my stepmother off and bought me. One year since he aborted our child, thinking I had no knowledge of it. One year since he held a priest at gun point to officiate our wedding—not that he had to. I would have done anything to get away from Morwenna at that po
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 19: Susanna
Present I have tried to avoid Zefiro, and I have failed. I am in every meeting, every fitting, every formal dinner or breakfast, all according to Adrianna’s orders. He doesn’t ever acknowledge me, though. We haven’t spoken to each other since that night, and if it weren’t for our gazes occasionally clashing whenever I serve him, or my fingertips mistakenly brushing against his knuckles, I’d think I might have become a ghost. I haven’t gotten close enough to ask him if my papers are ready, and I doubt I ever will. With the wedding drawing closer, the chores and events are crazy and choked up. Adriana barely has time for my antics, and I don't have a moment of rest either, with Valentina and Mrs. Visconti trying their best to murder me with chores. They can't have me thrown out--the former's argument with Zefiro on the matter was loud enough to make the topic of gossip the entire week--so they'll make my time here more difficult than a worker's should be.It doesn’t help that
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 20: Susanna
Shoving every thought of him to the back of my mind, I get to work. In truth, all I can think of is him as I tire myself out. All I can hear is his faint laughter and that accent. I wonder who he’s speaking to, who he has deemed worthy of giving his time and his smile. All I can smell is his cologne. And when I get down on my knees to wipe underneath the white shelf, I think off his hands in my hair, his cock slamming against my throat. I swallow a moan, embarrassed as heat travels all the way to my core, causing my thighs to clench. I’m losing my shit over this dark Italian prick, whose presence saturates space and charges the air in the cool room. A man whose gaze sparks with cold indifference when I steal a glance at him.Deep irritation flares inside me--at him, at myself. “I need to clean the desk,” I snap. “If you would be so kind as to move.” The last word is a toxic blend of sarcasm and venom, sharp enough to make him halt mid-sentence. He cocks his head, like a viper
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 21: Susanna's pov
I'm a dirty little liar. I could never have the upper hand in this. Perhaps the anger had driven me, but it was more than that. It's that he is right. He's been in every dream of mine in the past week, making love to me like I never have been before. I blame him for touching me. It's easy to put the blame on him because it means I don't get to ask myself why I came for him that night. Why I begged for it. I push in another finger and it glides in easily, offering no resistance. I'm soaked. My fingers might be too slim, too small to reach where I want it too, but his razor sharp focus on my pussy does more than enough for reach. I release my bottom lip, intent on moaning loud enough for Valentina to hear when he speaks diplomatically into the receiver, "I have a meeting scheduled in five minutes. I'll join you in an hour." His eyes track the movement of my tongue over my bottom lip. "And thirty minutes." He hangs up. My chest rises and falls, my back arching as his
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 22: Susanna's pov
There is no pause for adjustments. None for gentle teasing. The position makes me bare, open, his penetration wickeder, deeper as he seats himself in so deep, my pussy burns, my abdomen cramps, my eyes water and my nails dig into his skin. I'm seated now, my head dropped back against his shoulder, his nose in my hair, inhaling deeply. "Are you hurt?" he asks me, his accent thicker, almost inaudible as his hands remain, bracing my waist. I hate that he doesn't sound as undone as I am. I hate that he has me gripped around him like a vise and he still sounds like an asshole. I hate him so much, I feel the fierce burn of it in my chest, right beside the awakening hunger as my muscles struggle relax. I must be broken somehow, damaged, to be attracted to this. When I don't respond, pain erupts inside me as he pushed yet another inch in. He isn't completely seated yet. I whimper, a tear rolling down my cheek and I nod, unable to think past the pain burrowing inside me. He raises
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 23: Susanna's pov
I open my eyes, expecting to find him flaccid, but he's far from it. Insatiable, I dub thee. Cum spills in small droplets, controlled as he strokes himself, ensuring it is enough to run down my lips, into my mouth, down my throat. But not nearly enough to be the entirety of his load. His reddened, pulsating tip says as much. He pulls my hair forcing me up from where I rest on my knees and he strokes himself, teasing the seams of my lips with his bulbous head. I stare at it, swallowing against the sudden thirst in my mouth. What is wrong with me? He pulls back, tracing my chin with it, my breasts, my nipples. Everywhere but my mouth. Tingles spread through my belly, sending warmth down to my very toes. I swallow, again, a word I will never utter forming on my lips. Please. But I was stupid to think he'd ask me to utter it anyway, because he doesn't need my permission to take what he thinks is his. He plunges his cock into my mouth, making me taste myself on him. It is disgusting,
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