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"i don't know," she choked out, feeling like he was already doing a good job of overwhelming her. it was why she had attempted to keep some distance between her and him. there were so many different emotions hitting her. her breath hitched at how he taunted her, unsure why she couldn't pull away from him," you aren't being fair," she protested," i can't even think straight." it was the same issue that she had that other night. his body had overwhelmed hers, forced her to feel things that she hadn't thought possible. pleasure had been unfamiliar until him.

there was the urge to clap her hand over his mouth if only to stop him from talking. already she had the feeling she understood how he had managed to convince four women to marry him. his words were sweet like honey but she knew he was dangerous. a whimper fell from her as she shook her head," gideon," she breathed," please tell me you aren't-aren't leaving her because of me." she didn't know what she was supposed to do. her hand lifted as if to shove at his chest but instead latched onto his shoulder. she couldn't help but gasp as his finger teased her nipple. her face was bright red and she was taken by surprise when he again, moved.

the blonde found herself on the table with him slotted between her thighs. her gaze went towards the entryway of the kitchen, relieved the rest of the house was asleep. the staff had been dismissed for the night. her nose crinkled at his words as he coaxed her face up," uncle gideon." she wished that she could protest somehow but instead he was pulling her into a kiss. it was as if he was starved for her as she found herself unable to do anything but kiss him back.

"You're telling me the idea doesn't excite you? Not even a little bit?" He couldn't help but taunt her, those long fingers of his slipping beneath her thighs to tug her even further into his orbit. "It doesn't tickle something deep down inside of you to think that I could bury my dick inside your cute little pussy that one glorious night and be ready to risk an iron-clad prenup just to do it again?" In truth, divorce had been inevitable before Gideon and Christine had walked down the aisle (it always was with him) but this newest obsession had certainly turned a slow-burning match into a full on forest fire.

He couldn't focus on pretenses and formalities — not when his best friend's pretty little daughter was swimming around in his brain. Not when his every thought was filled with the softness of her skin and the breathy way she begged for release. "It is a bad idea," he agreed all too easily, "but you don't get where I am by being afraid to take risks." His fingers hooked around her waistband, tall body bowing as he knelt down and slowly dragged the fabric down her tanned hips and thighs. Her arousal filled his nose, nostrils flaring at the thick and decadent scent. All he wanted to do was make a home of her thighs and the glance that he gave her, gold-flecked through the thick of his lashes were full of silent promises of exactly what he was going to do to her.

"I have to have you, Dovey." He said it simply, unapologetic. His burning palms pushed her knees further apart, hot mouth searing her inner thigh as he began to trail a path to the promised land. Nothing could have kept him away; neither divine intervention or her dear old dad. Gideon draped her legs over his shoulders, grip conforming to the round shape of her ass to draw her closer to the ledge and closer to his slavering mouth. The tip of his chiseled nose taunted her folds, brushing against her clit. He was content to savor the moment, breathe her in. When it was all too much to take he finally went in for a taste, tongue slicing through her rosy lips to dip deep inside of her.

"use your words," he teased, knowing that he was pushing her. he was relieved that what he had done had paid off. otherwise he knew that he would have kept it going. now he knew that she felt the same damn need that had haunted him. it had killed him that she hadn't seen him that first day he had seen her. of course, now he knew that he was going to be on her mind, every single day. she was carrying a reminder of him within her. it was almost funny to him how she didn't seem to stop him when he dragged her further into his apartment.

his hands were moving as if they had a mind of their own. he didn't bat an eye as she declared that she hated him. her hands clawed at his bare chest but he didn't even flinch," i know baby," he told her," i know but you did the same thing to me!" she had turned into his drug of choice. he had tried so hard to forget about her but the image of her refused to leave his head. she had driven him to go to such lengths that he never would have dreamed of. he would have said more but found himself being pulled into a searing kiss.

he shrugged as he busied himself with bringing her dress further and further up her frame," i haven't slept either, since you left town." he wanted to demand to know where she was. instead he was more focused on feeling her body against his. she had become his home and she always would be. he forced himself to pull away only to drag her dress up and over her head, letting it drop. his hands reached for hers as he backed up towards the couch," i'm right here cherry," he told her, attempting to pull her onto his lap," take what you need, show me that i belong to you just like you belong to me."

Cherry's sanity had been slipping away from her for months now, frayed threads that had kept unraveling with each midnight visit from the very same boy peeling her dress from her porcelain frame. She was at a point where she could only give in to the madness, toned arms raising to allow the inevitable - this perverse need that had them both in such a chokehold - to happen. The redhead wanted to scream and lash out like some wild animal, to cry and laugh at the same time. Instead, she allowed Luciano to pull her onto his lap, milky thighs spreading wide to accommodate his body beneath her own.

"Don't do that — don't say such sweet things." Her palm fell on his mouth, her swollen breasts pushing against his chest even as she instinctively rocked against his lap. "I hope it was torture. I wanted my absence to bring you pain." Even through the thick material of his sweats she could feel him, hard and straining against her panty-clad core. There was no mistaking the effect she had on the father of her unborn child, just as there was no mistaking that she was practically dripping for him in return. Cherry replaced her hand with her mouth, capturing his lips in another needy kiss. Even though he'd had her countless times already, this was all so very new to her and the ex-church girl instinctively rode out the wave.

"You know, I've tried everything?" She whispered the bitter confession against his jawline, fingers fumbling behind her back to unfasten the clasps of her lacy bra. "I thought if I could just do it myself, I wouldn't really need you. My fingers? Toys? Nothing worked." Cherry had been so frustrated after each attempt, screaming into her sheets and pillows while his smug face floated through her head. "How fucked up is that, hm?" The uncharacteristic curse slipped past her lips as she leaned away to toss her bra from the couch. "But that's when I knew - when I realized that it has to be you." She gripped his wrists then, bringing his hands to her breasts and the overly sensitive buds that were strained and all but begging for his attention.

"isn't that what all of them have said?" she asked, choosing to ignore what he was clearly implying. dove had attended every single one of his weddings. she knew about his wandering eye and still thought that he would forget their mistake. she still didn't know what had come over her. she had to stop herself from practically squirming. she had to fight the urge to cross her arms because it would make how uncomfortable she was, obvious. since she no longer lived in the house, all that was there clothing wise were things from her teenage years. a matching set that was a bit form fitting as far as the tank top went. she forced herself to focus on taking a few sips of water if only to stall.

her eyes widened ever so slightly," just a few dates," she admitted," we aren't-it's not serious." her entire body tensed as he began to move towards her. his movement almost seemed cautious as he closed the distance. she set the bottle on the table, hating how suddenly hot she felt. it was her childhood home she was standing in and she should not have been feeling the urge to flee. she feared that she wouldn't be able to help herself if he touched her, reached for her even," gideon!" she wanted to tell him to knock it off but the words were caught on her tongue," you can't-we-don't ask me that." it was becoming evident that her hope that he would forget what they had done, was wrong.

"Please what, Dovey?" Gideon relished the picture that the small little blonde made, all wide-eyed and breathless before him. He hadn't forgotten how breathy she sounded when she was close to unraveling, the tight walls of her pussy quivering around his cock as he drove them both to the brink of oblivion. "You didn't stop me before," he taunted warmly, grinding himself into her open palm. "I think we both know you're not putting up much of a resistance now." He tilted his head back to meet her doe-eyed gaze, taking in the soft flush on her round cheeks and the feverish panic behind her lashes. She was the literal definition of temptation and he was showing considerable restraint by not having already just taken a bite.

"Who could ever forget you, sweetheart?" The question was asked in earnest, whiskey-colored eyes searching the bright blue skies of her own. "One taste of you and everything else pales in comparison. You're so alive, Dovey. So delightfully responsive." His free hand lifted in emphasis, taunting the outline of a nipple through the thin material of her skimpy little tank top. The pad of his thumb flicked against the nub, gaze intently watching her every reaction as he continued to toy with her. He knew that she still felt this kinetic energy between them too; otherwise, she wouldn't have gone out of her way to make herself so scarce. A decadent hum left lips and he let go of her long enough to place his hands on her hips to lift her onto the table.

"as if that's a bad thing," teased luciano, knowing he was the reason she had been shunned. there was only a small part of him that felt guilty about it. he hadn't been able to help himself when it came to her. he still couldn't and she seemed to have zero idea of the hold she had on him. she had burrowed her way under his skin and remained there. he merely shrugged as he stared down at her face," because you have to say it or you won't get what you want, be honest with yourself." as much as she might have wanted to pretend that she wasn't effected by him, he knew she was. otherwise she wouldn't be placing her hands on his bare chest. he let his hand move from her waist to her lower back, right against her spine. the feeling of her baby bump pressing into him was one he adored.

his eye brows arched up as she continued to attempt to stumble over her words. his grin only grew as she couldn't bring herself to say what he had done," because i'm the one who fucked you? filled up your pussy night after night with my cum? made you make such a damn mess of yourself that your smell lingered on me for days and your cunt craves it, doesn't it?" he knew that she had a point and she knew nothing about him. he only nodded in mock understanding," i'll let you know anything you want to but you owe me, first." he loved seeing how wound up she was becoming just by being close to him. he even imagined that he'd be able to go under her skirt and she'd be dripping for him.

"Luciano — please." Her plea came breathless and feverish, and the sound of the door closing behind the girl was a heavy punctuation. There was no turning back from this; no running away like she hadn't come here for the very same reason that he'd climbed through her open window all those nights before. The deeper they ventured into his place, the thicker the tension grew and each drag of oxygen into her lungs felt heavy. Cherry didn't even have time to glance around the male's living room, incapable of looking anywhere but at those damnably deep - damnably demanding - eyes of his. A pink tongue darted out to wet her parched lips, the feel of his fingers tangling in her dress and his palms grazing her flesh all too potent to ignore.

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"God, I hate you!" She tossed out the words without thinking, heated and angrier with herself than with him. "I - I hate what you've done to me — this mess you've made of me!" Manicured nails scratched at the flesh beneath their grasp, trailing a path from chest to nape. It was infuriating, feeling like this! Needing him like this! The eyes that searched his face were both feverish and wet, just like the rest of her. "I don't want this; just take it back!" Cherry used her strength to pull him closer, mouth crashing against mouth like she could transfer even an iota of her torture back to him. There was some small comfort in knowing that he needed her just as badly — that he wouldn't be able to stop himself whether she begged for it or not.

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❛  i’m  sorry ,  you  don’t  enjoy  being  teased ? .  ❜ ❛  you  know  what  i’m  waiting  for .  ❜ ❛  keep  your  hands  where  they  are .  ❜ ❛  i want you to ride  [ me / my fingers ] .  ❜ ❛  you  make  the  prettiest  sounds .  ❜ ❛  say  please .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  make  this  last .  ❜ ❛  look  at  me .  ❜ ❛  i’m  yours ,  only  yours -  ❜ ❛  yeah ,  just like that -  ❜ ❛  i’ve  barely  even  started .  ❜ ❛  i  need  you .  ❜ ❛  god ,  shut  up  and  fuck  me  already !  ❜ ❛  god ,  yes ,  [ name ] ,  don’t  stop .  ❜ ❛  you  have  no  idea  how  long  i’ve  wanted  to  do  this .  ❜ ❛  who  gets  to  touch  you  like  this ?  ❜ ❛  come  for  me .  ❜ ❛  ah ,  ah -  don’t  touch .  ❜ ❛  brace  your  hands  on  the  wall .  ❜ ❛  could  you  come  like  this ?  ❜ ❛  please ,  let  me  come -  ❜ ❛  god ,  you’re  beautiful -  ❜ ❛  i’ve  been  waiting  for  this  all  night .  ❜ ❛  you’re  such  a  tease .  ❜ ❛  take  these  off .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  feel  your  [ mouth / fingers ] .  ❜ ❛  do  you  have  any  idea  how  good  you  taste ?  ❜ ❛  tell  me  what  you  want .  ❜ ❛  we  shouldn’t -  ah ,  we shouldn’t be doing this .  ❜ ❛  faster ,  [ name ] ,  i  need  more .  ❜ ❛  is  this  good ?  ❜ ❛  keep  your  eyes  open .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  wait  to  find  out  what  else  you  can  do .  ❜ ❛  you  don’t  have  to  be  so  gentle .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  hear  you  beg .  ❜ ❛  can  i  take  this  off ?  ❜ ❛  please ,  please ,  please -  ❜ ❛  you’re  doing  so  well  for  me .  ❜ ❛  please  touch  me .  ❜ ❛  keep  reading ,  i  want  to  see  how  long  you  last .  ❜ ❛  i’ll  buy  you  another  one .  ❜ ❛  say  my  name .  louder .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  wait  any  longer .  ❜ ❛  you  feel  so  good .  ❜ ❛  you’re  going  to  leave  a  mark -  ❜ ❛  touch  yourself  for  me .  ❜ ❛  do  you  deserve  it ?   ❜ ❛  did  i  say  you  could  come ?  ❜ ❛  i’m  so  close -  ❜ ❛  they’re  going  to  catch  us -  ❜ ❛  i  want  you  right  here .  ❜ ❛  we  have  to  be  quiet .  ❜

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dove had known that what she had done was a mistake, perhaps even a fluke. it was something that she had been doing her best to forget. sometimes that was easier said than done but she was determined. even it meant saying yes when someone from her childhood popped back up in her life to ask for a date. so far there had been a handful of them but it felt pointless. he wasn't the distraction that she needed but she didn't want to admit that. that night she had been forced to go to her parent's home. her dad had wanted her to sign some documents and of course she had gotten here right as dinner was being served.

she had heard through the grapevine about gideon's fourth marriage being on the rocks. it was almost a running joke amongst their social circles about how he couldn't seem to make them work. dove already knew that it was because of her but refused to think too much about it. she wished she could say it was a surprise when she realized that he was at her family's home. according to her father, he needed to be among the people who cared for him. if only he knew what had happened under the same roof between his daughter and friend, a mere few weeks ago.

"Something along those lines." He parroted the darling little girl's words back to her almost wolfishly, hiding his sly grin behind the drink he took from his glass of scotch. "She said that I've grown distant — that something, maybe even someone, has stolen all my thoughts." The way that his amber gaze trailed over her svelte form was hardly shy, indulging in the vision that she inevitably created even when wearing her cute sleep things. His cock stirred at the mere sight of her, memories of what it felt like to be buried to the hilt in her velvet heat jumping to the forefront of his thoughts just as they had so many times before. Gideon let out a low hiss of air, all too willing to allow the burn of liquor to take the blame.

"Your father tells me you have a little boyfriend now. I think that's adorable." The words were honey and saccharine, long fingers trailing along the polished table once he stood up and decreased some of the distance between them. Each step was slow. Methodical. He only wanted her to feel the tension; he didn't want her to run away too soon. "Does he give you butterflies, Dovey?" Despite the conversational tone there was a ravenous glint in his eye, pearly teeth on prominent display. "Has he made you cum?" Gideon doubted it. She wouldn't be nearly so anxious around him if someone else had been capable of giving him the same gifts that he'd left her with last time.