Broken Alliance
BRUCE
I run my tongue along the milky skin of her breasts as my cock sinks into her warm, wet, tight pussy.
Opal moans and drags her fingernails along my chest, drawing blood. She bounces up and down the length of my cock, then rolls her hips.
I'm far gone.
I grab her thighs, fingers digging into her soft flesh. She grinds down on me, her lips parted as a string of moans fills the space between us. Every time she moans, I lose myself a little more.
I raise my hips to meet her, thrusting deep inside of her. Goddess, the sound. The fucking sound. Our movements are frantic and desperate. My heart's slamming against my ribs mercilessly and the feel of her walls squeezing me drives me right to the edge. I'm moments away from letting it all go and spilling my seed deep inside of her, so I shift positions. This time, I'm on top.
Opal wraps her legs around me. My eyes settle on her plump lips, and I kiss them. My heart soars when she kisses me back, and I embrace the fact that I'm a fool whenever it concerns her.
The little things about her turn me on beyond belief.
"More," she pleads as she raises her hips. "I want more, Bruce."
I contemplate making her beg a little to make this fun, but I'm desperate to feel her around me, too. My body's begging for a release. I've been suppressing my thoughts and desires for a long time now—the entire car ride, all I could think about was taking her in the backseat. Now that I have her, I'm torn between ravishing her like my last meal and taking my sweet time with her.
I know it's only a matter of time before she turns against me, so my goal is to make the most of this.
I thrust into her slowly, desire clouding my senses for a moment. Her fingernails dig into the small of my back as I ram into her. The bed creaks and groans, and the sound of our lovemaking fills the room.
Fuck, I can't take it anymore. I need to cum. But I need to make sure she gets there first. I crash my hips into her, making sure I'm dragging myself along the sensitive nub between her legs. Opal moans my name, and then falls apart.
I'm right there with her, drawing out her orgasm. I come right after her, filling her up with my seed. We're both desperately trying to catch our breath.
Then, we change positions. I'm lying on the bed and she's on top of me, resting her head against my chest. My fingers find the nape of her neck and I stroke the soft skin there. Her eyes start clearing up, and she starts looking at me the way she usually does—with hatred.
I don't let go of her, though.
I keep holding her.
"Tell me what to do," I murmur. "Tell me what to do to redeem myself."
A soft sigh leaves her lips. Slowly, she raises her head from my chest to look at me, then says, "I don't know, Bruce. I have no idea where to even begin with us."
Us. At least she said us. "There has to be something, Opal. I'm tired of denying what I feel for you. I told you, when we get back, things are going to change and I mean that."
Things between us are bad and I'm exhausted by trying to keep up with a lie. We shouldn't have gone so far but we did and there's no stopping it. Pushing her away is taking years off my life.
I have feelings for this woman and I'm done trying to hide that.
Opal lowers her eyes. "It's more complicated than that."
"Tell me, then."
"I guess...I don't like that I wasn't given a choice."
"We both weren't," I point out. "We can't be blamed for that. In fact, before I saw you, I thought that we would never be able to get along."
Again, she's silent, and I'm not sure what to make of it. I hear myself asking, "Can we try?"
"Still, things aren't that simple, Bruce. We could even try to get along, but what happens when you achieve everything you have to?"
I frown. "What do you mean?"
Opal shifts so that she's looking directly at me when she speaks. I stare into her eyes and wonder how long it will take for me to read her completely and know what each look means.
"You married me for a reason," she clarifies. "What happens when you've accomplished what you want? When this alliance with my father comes to an end and you no longer need him?"
I can't hide my guilt. I turn my face away as I try to think of something to say, but nothing springs to mind. Nothing.
How can I tell her that what she's saying is true?
That this is an alliance she's not supposed to come out of alive?
Opal seems to get the message, even though this isn't a message I wanted to deliver. I want to tell her that everything will be alright and she has nothing to worry about, but for some reason, the words are caught in my throat and it's hard for me to say them out loud.
They're a blatant lie.
I'll have to figure out a better way to handle this entire situation. Quinton is right—what we're doing is cruel. I've already fallen in love with her, so I'll have to find another way to fix this between us. I can't use her, no matter how much everything depends on her.
I hold her close to me, thankful that she didn't pull away and put some distance between us. This has to be a good sign, right?
I've never felt this way about anyone else before. Every time I look at her, I feel like the air has been robbed right out of my lungs. My worst fear right now is her finding out the truth about this alliance. This fragile relationship we have won't recover if she finds out.
I know it won't.
For now, all I focus on is holding her close to me. I don't want to think about all the terrible things that are happening to us as we speak, with the rogues closing in and everyone in my family being against me for getting too close to her.
I close my eyes, and moments later, I'm fast asleep.