Chapter 12: King of Deception: Chapter 12

I feel the orgasm building, my nails digging into Gris’s scalp. This man can slip past all my defenses, make me forget reason, and turn me to jello in an instant.

I should be remembering that he is a huge part of my current problems.

Instead, I’m mostly fixated on the fact that this is the best I’ve felt all day.

And I should be taking from him and not giving a damn thing, but I hear myself gush, “I want to suck your cock after.”

Which makes him stop.

I cry out, the orgasm so close, the last thing I wanted was for him to stop.

“You want to suck my cock?” His words are a rumbling growl.

Is that weird? How would I know? I feel myself blushing again. “I just… I like it. Your… um… cock is kind of amazing and…”

He’s moving up my body before I can even get the words out.

“You like my cock?”

“Is that not something I’m supposed to say?”

Instead of answering, he kisses me, my scent all over his lips and tongue as he shoves it in my mouth.

His cock is now pressing into my drenched folds, sinking just into my entrance.

Did I say I didn’t want to have sex with him?

In this moment I want to give him anything. Everything.

All of me. My body any way he wants it. My heart stutters in my chest but I ignore it as he breaks off the kiss and lifts up a few inches, staring down at me. “You can tell me as often as you want, that you like my cock, luv.”

I’ve stopped blushing but I feel my skin heating again. “This… this is just between us, right?” I don’t know why, but it feels like I’ve shared another secret with him. It turns out, I’m wanton. In fact, I’m downright slutty.

“This is completely between us,” he answers back, and he sinks just a little deeper inside me. Not enough that it hurts, it’s barely the tip, and holy shit, it feels amazing. “You tell me what you like, what you don’t, it’s only for me, princess. No one else will ever know.”

That makes me feel better. “Promise?”

“Promise,” he answers, looking down into my eyes, holding my stare. “You’re safe with me.”

Those are words I should not listen to, but I do. “I don’t want to be a princess,” I say to him. “I just want to be a woman who gets to sleep with a hot guy and not have to worry that he wants my brother’s company more than he wants me.”

I should not have told him that. Shit.

He slides off me and I think that I’ve completely fucked this up as he sits up. “Trust me, luv,” he says and then he climbs back on top of me, but this time, with his face over my hips, his hips settling over my face. “You are far more rare, more beautiful, than a real estate company.”

And then he licks down over my clit again.

It feels even better from this angle, and my whole body goes rigid, my legs jerking as I slide my mouth around his cock.

The way he’s working my clit, I sink down his shaft with no warmup, swallowing him down further than I ever thought possible.

“Jesus Christ, Bella,” he rumbles right against my clit and even that has my legs shaking.

I think I might forget to breathe as stars form behind my eyes, but it’s so good.

I slide back up him, drawing a deep breath as I swallow him down again. I actually feel a vibration down his shaft, and I know that means he’s getting close too.

I don’t know much about sex, but I do understand that Gris’s reaction to me is as strong as mine is to him.

That thought triggers my orgasm. I can’t even really moan, his cock filling my mouth, but I give it a good try as I break apart, my lips and tongue losing any art as I just try to breathe.

It’s messy and so amazing as Gris pumps in and out of my mouth several more times before he cums too, the thick liquid shooting down my throat.

I swallow it all. I know it’s not normal, but I just like it, and when he’s done, I collapse back on the bed, an absolute puddle, my bones melted.

Do men not have that same reaction? He spins around, drawing me close as he settles in the bed, wrapping me in a cocoon of his body.

“Do you have to…” I start to say and then feel the emotion I’ve been pushing down all day, rise to the surface. “Will you leave again this time?”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he rumbles back.

I’d like to think it’s because he cares, but I have to be prepared for the fact that it might just be because he’s got some other plan.

I don’t care tonight.

Even if I’m careening toward heartbreak, and I likely am, my world has been so cold.

And Gris, he is red-hot.

I snuggle deeper into him, warm and safe for the first time in what feels like forever. “I want it to be you,” I whisper into the night.

“Me?”

“My first time. I want it to be you.”

“Oh, it’s going to be me, luv. Don’t doubt that. It’s going to be me.”

I drift off to sleep.

When I wake the next morning, I’m still warm and snug, not having moved all night. I have no idea what time it is, but the sun is high in the sky.

I stretch my legs and bump into the rougher skin of Gris’s leg, his hair ticking my smooth calf.

A smile curves my lips. He stayed.

“Morning, Bella,” he rumbles behind me.

“Morning,” I answer, my smile only growing. “What time is it?”

“Nine,” he murmurs back before he kisses my neck. “How’d you sleep?”

“So good,” I don’t want to move, I’m so comfortable. “You?”

“Excellent. I like your bed.”

I laugh. “It’s all right. It’s definitely better when there’s two people in it.”

He chuckles in my ear. “If that’s an invitation to sleep here again, I accept.”

I laugh back. I should say no, but I don’t want to. How can Gris be the cause of so many of my problems and my one comfort in all of this.

I stretch again, my behind pushing into the cradle of his hips, his stiff cock settling in the crack.

“Fuck, Bella.” His hand splays out on my stomach, pushing me even tighter against him. “You’d better be careful or⁠—”

A loud knock sounds on my door. I lift my head, my brows scrunching together. This is becoming a habit…

I close my eyes and ignore the sound. Maybe whoever it is will just go away.

“Bella,” Preston bellows. “I know you’re in there. Open the door.”

“Crap,” I mutter, not moving. I don’t want to get up and I definitely don’t want to answer the door.

“This is usually the moment where you jump up, demand that I hide, and frantically cover the evidence.”

His words sting something deep inside. But it has nothing to do with Preston being at the door. I’m over any guilt I might have felt. “You’ve done this before?”

I’m asking if he’s had an affair with a “taken” woman.

He skates his hand from my belly over my hip, kissing my neck. “Demand that you end your engagement and then place myself in your bed? Nope. First time.”

When he says it like that, it sounds like a crime of passion and not corporate blackmail. But the words still push me out of the bed as I toss the covers over him. “Feel free to stay put.”

“Bella!” Preston bangs again.

“Coming!” I know Gris has seen me naked, but I still heat as I walk over to my closet naked. I feel his gaze follow me.

Not bothering with underwear, I pull on sweatpants and a hoodie. I haven’t brushed my teeth or my hair, but I don’t think Preston is waiting much longer.

Padding across the room, Gris is up on one elbow, his gaze assessing. “So I don’t need to hide in the closet?”

“Nope. Virgin, remember? Preston has not seen the inside of my bedroom and he won’t today.”

“What a fucking d-bag.”

That makes me smile. The word d-bag sounds so strange in his accent, and my lips are still turned up as I leave the bedroom and close the door behind me. Padding in my bare feet, I unlock the door and open it.

Preston looks absolutely livid. “What the fuck?”

“Good morning to you too,” I huff back.

“You are supposed to be at the airfield, flying to Colorado with my mother.”

Shit. I completely forgot. And also… I drop my voice to just above a whisper. “I’m supposed to go plan a wedding we just called off?”

“Don’t be stupid. I didn’t mean it.”

I stare at him, shaking my head. “I meant it, Preston.”

He absolutely glares at me as he takes out his phone, pushing a few buttons before he brings it to his ear. “Mum, go without Bella. She’s not feeling well. High fever.”

My mouth drops open. “You’re not being serious?”

“We need to have a talk,” Preston pushes his way past me and inside the apartment.

“We already talked.”

“I was just annoyed with you. I didn’t mean the words.”

“You don’t even like me,” I reply, and the truth of those words settle over me. Why haven’t I said them, thought them, much sooner? “Whatever initial spark there was between us died before we even got engaged.”

Preston stares at me, his eyes widening. Did he not expect me to argue? Whatever he’s thinking, he steps up to me, wrapping his hands around my upper arms. I try to jerk away but his grip is tight as he pulls me close, his hands painfully squeezing my arms as he spits in my ear. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that. I’ve told the whole world we’re getting married, and you will not embarrass me now.”

He gives me another hard squeeze, a cry falls from my lips, and then he finally lets me go and strides toward the door without another word. Just before he leaves, he turns to me. “Don’t make me get Mason involved in this.”

“My brother is your big threat?” I cross my arms, hugging myself. I don’t know when Preston decided he trumped me in my own family, but if that’s where he wants to take the fight, I think I’m ready.

He slams the door as he goes.