Stacy
Percy at least shows me the decency of taking me to my assigned room.
And when I say assigned, that’s because this whole thing feels like an assignment—nothing about being with Percy is fun.
It's not a real relationship; it's a sham.
We’re not even friends. In fact, I pretty much hate the guy. I see him as my enemy, and that’s as far as we will ever go.
Percy ripped me away from my family and he forced me into marriage. He’s basically blackmailing me.
I thought that the man I’d eventually marry would be a special one. I thought I’d walk up to the altar with a man I love.
This was definitely not what I imagined.
Percy’s rotten to the core.
How long I will have to stay here and keep up this ridiculous charade?
At least my room’s separated from Percy's. As if that slimebag would ever sleep with me, as his supposed wife. But thank fuck he won’t. The last thing I want is him crawling into my bed.
My room is spacious and full of light. There's an oversized bed with a plush white duvet, white rugs, and white furnishings. A balcony looks out over the backyard that showcases an Olympic-size pool with statues and fountains and other outlandish, over the top adornments.
I feel like stripping down and diving in. Maybe it would help me chill out a little. I'm hoping that a house this size has a gym too, so that I can work out some of my stress and maybe get more toned. I may be trapped and miserable but I don’t have to let myself go.
Even if I don’t find a gym, at least in this palatial mansion there’s lots of room to spread out and to get away from Percy.
If I'm going to be trapped somewhere it might as well be here.
I remember the moment when Father begged me to go away with Percy. His eyes were pleading and it broke my heart.
What Percy put us through is burned permanently into my memory. He was ruthless in his efforts to tear me away from my family. If it weren't for Kieran giving me an actual bit of hope right now, I’d be crumpled on the floor crying my eyes out.
I don’t know how to explain it, but his presence made me calmer…it actually made me forget, if only for a moment, that I am caged to a sociopath. I’m not sure what he plans on doing, but he’s definitely not on Percy’s side. And the enemy of your enemy is your friend, right?
As I unpack my clothes, my mind keeps going back to what just went down with Kieran. God, that man, even in clothes, has an incredible body. I could see the outline of his 8 pack abs through his shirt, the bulging muscles of his arms catching my gaze when his chiseled jaw didn’t take my attention.
I wasn’t expecting to run into somebody so hot and yummy while staying here. In fact, I wasn’t expecting anything pleasant at all when I arrived here and I’m trying to make the best of a bad situation.
I wonder if he's staying in the house or what his plans are. I know that maybe I shouldn’t be curious, but hey, I welcome the distraction. And he is…distracting. A low heat in my belly makes it clear just how much of an effect he has on me.
I can’t help but picture Kieran's blonde hair, and how it falls over his eyes when he cocks his head to the side and smirks. But he wasn’t just gorgeous. Kieran seems laid-back, and yet he was so firm with Percy.
More than that, he’s smart—he knew right off there's something not right with my marriage to Percy. The moment Percy told him I was pregnant, Kieran immediately knew something was up. The way he looked me over, inspecting me.
I bite my lip, remembering the sight of his tanned, toned arms and the incredible abs beneath that shirt I wish I could tear off. Now, that’s a real man. He seems like someone who gets his way often, and isn’t used to women refusing him.
God, I wish I could tell him the truth…but I’m bound to secrecy.
I try to focus on unpacking but my mind is pulled into a different direction...Kieran’s direction. What do I have to lose by imagining myself with him?
I deserve a little time to unwind.
I go to the bed and crawl under the soft duvet. The stress melts away as I lay my head down.
I think about Kieran, this handsome stranger, going down on me. His head is between my legs and OMG, is it hot. I imagine him devouring me, picture his mouth sucking on my clit like I’m the most delicious thing in the world, his lips glistening with my pussy juices.
I glide my fingers over my clit just thinking about his mouth on me, circling and teasing my clit the way that I wish his tongue could right now. In my mind, he slides two fingers into me to prepare me for when he fucks me. I’m so wet just imagining it.
Moaning into a pillow now, I try to contain my exploding desire.
Then, I go from imagining his mouth on my pussy to imagining so much more.
He climbs on top of me and spreads my legs wide before unleashing his ten-inch cock. It’s thick and hard, already starting to drip with his own arousal, and I want to lick it off.
My mouth goes dry as I moan at the thought of him entering me, filling me up and stretching me to accommodate his massive cock. Oh my God, I want the bulge I saw in his pants to be free, the real deal right in front of me so that I can wrap my hands and my lips around him.
I want him to take me against the wall, on the balcony, in the bathtub, on the grass, in the bed, on the floor...everywhere. Suddenly, I imagine this expansive estate as a checklist of places I want Kieran to ram his cock in me.
I know I might be moaning loudly, but I don't care because I’m lost in the idea of Kieran, the handsome blonde who stood up to Percy. My lust takes over and I’m an animal giving in to my desires.
If Kieran would come in here and take me now, then I would be far less opposed to staying here. I start to imagine being married to him instead of his monster brother.
Because I’m alone and anything is safe in my mind, I imagine Kieran and I at the altar, and then on our honeymoon in some fantasy beach location.
I am lost in a chasm of euphoria, about to lose my mind and come so fucking hard.
And then a deep voice interrupts my daydream.
"I can help you with that, you know?"
What the fuck?
I open my eyes, and instead of seeing Kieran, there’s a chiseled, dark-haired man who’s equally as hot. I didn’t know it was possible to be as attractive as Kieran, and now here’s another man that’s so good looking I could almost ride the wave of my orgasm to completion just looking at him.
His brown eyes are serious and full of mystery.
I should feel embarrassed about being caught in the act, but for some reason I don't. At first, I think I’m just too far gone with lust.
Then I realize that maybe I am starstruck.
I recognize this guy.
He’s a champion polo player.
I pause and don't know what to say.
What a sight I must be, legs splayed open, moaning and rubbing my slippery pussy.
With no shortage of inspired sass, I say to myself that this is what he gets for walking into my room uninvited.