When I Flash-Married a Billionaire, My Ex Went on a Hunger Strike novel · Chapter 3 of 24

Chapter 3: The Whole Night

In his bed she takes everything she wants, and tells him the one thing about the cellar nobody asked.

He laid me down on a bed that smelled like him, and the sheets were cool and soft against my bare back.

Late morning light came through a bare window.

I watched him strip.

He dragged the scrub top over his head.

His chest was broad and hard with a line of light-brown hair down the center, his shoulders heavy from standing over a table for fourteen hours at a time.

He pushed the trousers down.

His cock sprang free, thick and flushed and curved a little to the left, already wet at the tip.

My mouth went dry.

"You're staring," he said.

"I'm looking."

"Same thing."

"Come here."

He knelt on the mattress between my knees, and I sat up and wrapped my hand around him.

He hissed.

His skin was hot velvet over iron.

I stroked him slowly from base to tip until a bead of wetness rolled over my thumb.

"Mina."

"Yes?"

"If you keep doing that, this ends quickly."

"Good," I said. "Then we'll do it again."

He laughed, a short startled sound, and then he kissed me hard and put me on my back.

He lowered his head and took my nipple into his mouth.

He sucked it gently, then harder, and rolled the other between his fingers.

I felt it all the way down in my pussy.

"You like that," he said against my breast.

"Yes."

"Tell me where else."

"Everywhere. Your mouth. Your hands. Everywhere."

He kissed a slow path down between my breasts and across my ribs, and bit the inside of my hip, and moved back up to my mouth with a satisfied hum.

I raked my nails down his back, and he shuddered and ground his cock against my thigh.

His weight came down on me, heavy and warm, and the head of his cock pressed against my entrance.

I was still shaking from the counter, and the first nudge made me gasp.

"Now," I said.

He pushed in.

It was one long slide, thick and stretching, and I felt every inch of it as he filled me.

My back arched off the bed.

"Fuck," he breathed, his forehead dropping to mine. "You're so tight. You feel like heaven."

"More."

He gave me more.

He pulled almost out and drove back in, slow and deep, and every thrust hit a place I hadn't known I had.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and dug my heels into his ass to pull him harder.

"That's it," he said. "Take it. Show me how you want it."

"Faster."

"Like this?"

"Yes. God, yes."

The headboard knocked against the wall.

His hand slid between us and found my clit, and his thumb rolled over it in hard fast circles, and I couldn't breathe.

"Look at me," he said. "Mina. Eyes."

I opened them.

His face was an inch from mine, flushed and fierce, a bead of sweat sliding down his temple.

"You're doing so well," he said. "You're perfect. Take all of me."

I came, loud and shaking, my pussy clenching around his cock in hard pulses.

He groaned into my neck and held himself deep until it passed.

Then he stopped moving.

He stayed buried in me, shaking with effort.

"Why did you stop?" I whispered.

"Because you're not done."

"I am."

"You are not." His smile was slow and wicked. "Get on your hands and knees."

My whole body flushed.

I rolled over and got up on my elbows, and he knelt behind me and gripped my hips.

He pulled me back onto his cock in one smooth stroke.

I cried out into the pillow.

From behind he went impossibly deep, and the angle ground him against a spot that made my vision white.

"Look how you take me," he said, low. "Look at that. I can feel you gripping me."

"Don't stop."

"I'm not stopping. Not until you tell me to."

He fucked me slowly at first, long strokes that dragged out and filled me again, and then faster.

One of his hands slid up my spine and wound into my hair.

He tugged my head back just enough to feel it.

"Good girl," he said. "That's it. Let me hear you."

I let him hear me.

The sounds came out of me raw and unashamed, over and over, and every one of them seemed to make him harder.

His other hand came around and found my clit again, and he rubbed it in tight circles in time with his thrusts.

"Again," he said. "Give me another one."

"I can't."

"You can. I've got you. Come on my cock, Mina."

The orgasm hit over my head.

I screamed into the mattress, my arms giving out.

He held my hips up and rode me through all of it, grunting each time I clamped down on him.

I fell forward on my belly.

He followed me down, still inside me, and pressed his chest to my back.

His mouth found the side of my neck.

"One more," he said, hot against my ear. "And this one, you choose."

Something loosened in my chest.

For nineteen days, other people had decided where I sat and when I stood.

I turned under him, pushed on his shoulder, and he went over onto his back with a startled grin.

I climbed on top of him and took his cock in my hand and sank down.

I moaned the whole way.

From this angle he reached deeper than ever, and I had to stop halfway and breathe.

His hands settled on my hips.

They did not guide me.

They only waited.

"You're in charge," he said. "Take what you want."

I rolled my hips.

It felt like lightning from my spine to my knees.

I did it again, slow, grinding down so my clit rubbed against his pelvis, and his head fell back on the pillow.

"God, Mina."

"Does that feel good?"

"It feels like I'm going to die."

"Don't die. Watch."

I rode him.

I found a rhythm, rising and falling, my breasts bouncing, my hair stuck to my face.

His eyes were open and fixed on me.

"Beautiful," he said hoarsely. "You're so goddamn beautiful. Look at you."

The words hit me.

I leaned forward, planted both palms on his chest and fucked down on him harder, the sound of our skin filling the room.

"I'm going to come," he said.

"Not yet."

"Mina."

"Not until I do."

He gritted his teeth and held, his fingers tight on my hips, trembling all over.

I took his hand and pressed it to my clit.

"There," I said. "There. Like that."

He rubbed me in tight circles, and I felt the climb start low in my belly.

"That's it," he said, ragged. "Take what you need. I'm right here."

I came again, my whole body pulling tight and letting go, and I heard myself cry his name over and over.

He followed, thrusting up once, twice, and a hoarse shout tore out of his throat as he spilled hot and deep inside me.

I collapsed on his chest.

His arms closed around me, strong and shaking.

We lay tangled together, breathing, while the light moved across the wall.

"I need to tell you something," I said into his collarbone.

"Okay."

"In the cellar. They never touched me. Not like that. I want you to know, because everyone else thinks they know."

His hand stopped in my hair.

"I wasn't asking," he said.

"I know you weren't."

"I would have married you either way. I would have done everything we just did either way." His voice was rough. "I'm only sorry anybody made you say it."

I started to cry again, a soundless leak of tears across his chest.

He held me through it and said nothing clever at all.

We slept.

I woke once in the afternoon with his hand between my legs.

He was propped on one elbow, watching me, his fingers moving slow and lazy through the wetness he had left in me.

I hadn't even opened my eyes before I was arching into his palm.

"Good afternoon," he said.

"Good."

"I couldn't wait."

"Don't."

I came in his hand with a long shuddering sigh, and he kissed my mouth as I did.

I fell asleep again before the aftershocks had finished.

We woke at dusk and ate toast over the sink with no clothes on.

I licked butter off my thumb, and he watched my mouth, and the toast went on the floor.

He lifted me against the bedroom wall, my back flat to the cool plaster and my legs locked around his waist.

"Again?" I said, delighted.

"Again," he said, and sank into me.

It was quick and hard and nearly silent, his breath ragged against my ear and my fingers digging into his shoulders.

"Don't make noise," he whispered. "The neighbors."

"I can't help it."

"Then bite me."

I bit his shoulder, and he swore and drove harder.

I came with my teeth in his skin and my whole body bowed against the wall.

He held me up while I shook.

He came a moment later with his face in my hair, pulse hammering against my breasts.

"Good," he said, when he could talk. "Very good. That was very good."

I laughed into his neck, helpless, and he carried me back to bed.

We slept again.

At dawn something buzzed on his nightstand.

Lachlan read it over my shoulder.

It was a post from Preston's company, with a black-and-white photo of Preston and me at my engagement party.

The caption said the Pemberton family asked for privacy while Mina recovered from a serious mental health event.

← Chapter 2 · All chapters · Chapter 4 →

Want to keep talking to characters like these? Chat with AI romance characters: AI Boyfriend · AI Girlfriend · Dark Romance · Fantasy Romance · BL (Boys’ Love) · Billionaire Boyfriend · Mafia Boyfriend · Possessive Boyfriend · Hockey Boyfriend · Older Boyfriend · K-Drama Boyfriend · Anime Boyfriend · Vampire Boyfriend · Werewolf Boyfriend · Demon Boyfriend · Fae Romance · GL (Girls’ Love) · Anime Girlfriend · Goth & Alt Girlfriend · Gamer Girlfriend · Tsundere Girlfriend · Fantasy Girlfriend