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Pride and Prejudice II
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2024-10-29 19:42:56It had been three days since Blue had left, though not of her own accord. He’d woken as he had in the months before they met; rolled into the middle of his bed, stood after staring at the ceiling for a few moments. He’d shave. Brush his teeth. Sit alone at their café with an espresso that had gone cold with his fantasies of the woman sitting in front of him. Had she filed for divorce yet? Told her parents she’d been secretly married? Admitted her pregnancy? Did she sleep through the night? Or did she wake every few hours and roll over to throw an arm across the empty sheets half-asleep?
He’d entertained visions of Richard’s half-limp cock laboring lazily into her. Wondered if they shared a bed. Wondered if she’d gone home or moved in with her fiancé. If she thought of him as often as he had. If she’d believed his lies of no longer caring for her—if she hated him as much as she ought to have thought he her. And wond
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As she made her entrance, hand clasped with Richard’s to keep her on a leash far more than it was to confess any fondness, Blue averted her eyes from the black hair she hoped rather earnestly wouldn’t be Vincent. It had been trimmed, cropped at the neck, she could see the loose waves falling around his ears in a way she wanted so desperately to run her hands through and tug at encouragingly. Screamed internally as her fiancé led her around the table.Taking a seat across from the man, she looked up rather reluctantly. Met his eyes. Stared at him with the same bewilderment he had. He’d shaven. A mustache hid his upper lip. Made him look so cruel in the very way that had always made her want to tear off her underwear and open her legs. His hair fell over his forehead. Bare cheeks looking rather gaunt, lined delicately with age. She could have laughed at the fact she felt they were meeting for the first time. Two altered versions of themselves.
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Instead, it became incredibly harder by the moment to recognize the man she’d never wanted inside of her more. The half of him so carefully hidden; the crook; the convict; the Vincent who now stood before her with no regard for her dignity. Yet she didn’t mourn the loss. Rather, wondered if the guilt that blossomed through her was on her fiancé’s behalf or because she simply didn’t care how callous her husband really was. She still loved him.Some sick part of her felt more deserving of him; the man who had given her nothing but the world. She’d been little more than a spoilt brat—had forced her boyfriend into marriage for her own sake, trapped him in a pregnancy, however well-intentioned she’d been. She finally felt equal to the man she’d idolized. He’d degraded her. Rejected her. All but kicked her out.So, she sat at his feet. Folded her own beneath her thighs. Dress creased in a circle around her
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“How did you sleep?” Blue glanced up from her oatmeal, brown sugar, raisins, and rum extract. Richard’s favorite. She hated to admit she’d grown rather fond of it, too. The man was pushing around his own, dressed and ready for the day. He wore a crisp suit, a size or two too small just as all his others. Found it gave him an odd boyish charm. Again, she felt she had found a friend in the man. Would it be enough to build a relationship on?“Very well, I finally caught up from the night before.” She smiled. Having Anya with her had lifted her spirits. Somehow, she felt she had been taken back to the days of her childhood when Anya ran circles of the living room with her; the days Marian was out and about. Pure, uninhibited, childish fun. The most freedom she had ever or seemingly would ever feel. Yet she felt close with Richard. He allowed her the house to herself while he was away. Encouraged her to make use of his extensive library. Called
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Richard stared after the woman as she left. The pretty young teenager with a nice enough ass to stare at — he’d thought. She couldn’t be too bright. After all, there had been dollar signs in her father’s eyes at the mere proposition of being CEO. Bradley had known all about Christopher’s scheme to boost their profits. The hasty plan to pin it all on Vincent couldn’t even shake the fool. Of course, Bradley had no idea that he was plan B. Richard couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought. He’d like them both to go to prison equally, if only for his own entertainment. Was he really so awful for that? Or was he simply more in tune with his desires than the average joe? He was a bigger man for not denying himself of his own thoughts; more in control by not having to fight himself for it. Or was it the other way around? Suddenly, he was confused. His phone couldn’t have rung at a more convenient time.&
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It took a great deal of effort to pry herself from Vincent’s side when she awoke to her silent alarm at quarter-to-four. Their naked skin had fused together to the point she’d feared they’d been glued while trying to separate. His cologne had seeped through her skin to the bone, so much so that she feared she would never get the smell of him off her. But she had, third lather in.She’d been staring at the wall for quite some time, soaped shampoo running down her spine with the pelting shower stream, her arms hugged around her chest, yet she didn’t yelp as her ex-husband took her shoulders in his hands. He spun the woman to him. Smiled gently. Lamented the fact she no longer reeked of his sex. Took the sides of her face in his hands and kissed her gently. Slowly.Blue hoped quietly he’d think her eyes half swollen shut were from fatigue rather than her silent tears. Playing house with the man in his hotel room filled her with nothing
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Her skirt was over her stomach in a matter of seconds, underwear kicked beneath the bed. Heart racing, fingertips beating in the tips of her fingers curled up into her palms, Blue spread her legs with no further instruction. Released a long, shaky breath as her husband hooked her legs over his shoulders and breathed into the inside of her thigh. But she stared at the roof. Watched the shadow cast by the lamp behind him loom over her, growing in size as he neared. And all she could feel was his hot, damp exhale fanning her center; his opened mouth quick to follow. “I still can’t believe I’m your wife.” She grumbled the words quietly, arching her back as his lips closed around her and his teeth grazed her labia. “I’m a lucky man.” He grumbled back, his voice twisting through her and carrying its echo deep into her stomach. “I can’t believe that you were so adamant you never wanted to see me again after your birthday party and now you’ve got your pussy i
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“Are you joking?” He had his wife’s face in his hands again, staring between her narrowed eyes with a look of expectation now not quite as well-hidden. “You actually went to the police?”“Of course, I did, all the love I had left for him went when I found out how much my mom actually cares.” She looked like she’d thought it rather obvious. Despite the fact she’d been defending him for so long. “He could be sentenced to death, and I’ll be happy to do it.”“You don’t mean that,” he’d released her, sitting back on the edge of the bed, hands on his knees. But she’d rocked forward. Wrapped her fingers through the sides of his hair. Met his eyes with a stare he wasn’t quite so daffy to break.“He told me it was my own fault Richard hurt me.”“But Richard’
