The Wrong Groom

by Emelia Blair

  So, pick up her stuff, and then take her out on a long and romantic date.

  That sounded like a plan to me.

  Two hours later, however, I watched Charlotte beam at her newly adjusted kitchen, “This looks gorgeous! Do you see this, Philip?!”

  She was pointing to a huge round thing that was supposed to be an oven, I assumed, but it looked round and weird. However, I couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm.

  I had to admit. I had never seen her this excited over anything. And right now, as she ran her hands over this equipment, her eyes sparkling, I made up my mind to buy her any and every piece of baking equipment she wanted, just to see her smile like this.

  I glanced at my watch, “We need to hurry it up. Where are your books? I’ll go bring them down.”

  She didn’t even look at me, “They’re under the bed. Blue bag.”

  I left her to her devices, making sure that her two bodyguards were outside, guarding each entrance.

  Making my way up the creaky staircase, I entered her dingy looking room, and tried not to let the shabbiness of the room get to me. My chest throbbed at Charlotte’s tiny quarters and it seemed to me she had spent her entire life just living in uninhabitable places, barely surviving.

  A part of my decided there and then, that should she decide not to give me a chance, there was no way in hell that she was returning to such a miserable existence. I would have a word with my lawyer about writing a fully paid new apartment for her in a good neighborhood, as a divorce clause.

  I leaned under the bed and dragged out a bag that had been sewn over and over again from the looks of it.

  I didn’t get it.

  I knew she had no savings, but the bakery was making a steady income.

  However, when I took out the books from the bag, I realized where her expenses were going. These belonged to a very prestigious institute.

  I scoffed, blown away by this woman.

  Tucking the bag under my arm, I took a cursory glance around the place for anything that Charlotte might want to bring back with her.

  I wasn’t letting her return here.

  My eyes fell on a faded green photo album sticking out from under a pile of newspapers. Picking it up, I just casually skimmed through it, curious about what photographs were so valuable to her.

  Some of them were of her and her mother, some of Agatha and her, a few with my grandmother. But as I turned page after page, I noted that majority of the photographs were of me, and both of us, just causal clicks that Agatha had taken and printed out for her.

  The last page was a picture of me, with her tucked under my arm, where I was grinning at the camera, and she was looking mortified, trying to escape my hold.

  The picture took the entirety of the page and looked worn out, as if it had been held a lot.

  Urgency building up, I moved through the album again, and then closed it with a snap, a frown on my face.

  I had assumed that Charlotte had moved on after what I had done.

  But the pictures she kept of me told a whole other story.

  Was Charlotte still in love with me?

  Hope bloomed in my chest. I tucked the album into the bag and carried it downstairs.

  Watching from the door, I noticed the way she ran her hands over the new coffee maker, clearly in awe. Turning around, she gave a gasp when she saw me standing at the door.

  “Why are you lurking?”

  I took a step forward, forcing my heartbeat under control.

  “Philip?”

  There was a new wariness in her tone.

  I couldn’t help it and when she took a step back, I cornered her in the kitchen, where the bodyguards couldn’t see her.

  “I love you,” I murmured to her, making her eyes widen.

  Her cheeks turned red, “Why are you saying that right now?”

  I ran my thumbs over her cheek and saw the way her eyes darkened in desire.

  I dropped a kiss on her cheek, then her nose, then her jaw, urgency driving my actions.

  “Because I can. Because I want to,” I murmured to her, and felt her arms wrap around me, as I tasted and teased her skin. She was getting caught up in my fervor, and I felt the way her nipples tightened under her shirt.

  “Come to bed with me,” I murmured in her ear. “Let me show you.”

  My hands moved over her curves, touching, petting, learning.

  She shivered under my experienced hands but didn’t say a word.

  “Charlotte, let me love you.”

  A sigh of acquiescence and then I heard the whispered yes that was filled with heat.

  I didn’t think.

  I grabbed her hand to drag her to the car, but she shook her head, biting her lower lip, “No. Here.”

  Her desperation seemed to match mine at the moment, and I made sure we were in a corner that was not visible.

  I captured her mouth in a fervent kiss, as my hands struggled to pull up her shirt. As I ravished her mouth and her neck, planting wet kisses, and biting into her soft skin, leaving my marks on her, she shuddered and made small sounds.

  Pushing up her shirt, I didn’t take it off, instead leaving it on her arms, above her head, and effectively leaving her helpless and bound.

  My hand cupped her generous breasts, and squeezed the firm mound, making her cheeks flush. As the color spread down to her chest, I smirked, enjoying her small gasps. My fingers teased her nipple, making it hard. Her soft lips parted in a moan when I pinched the hardened nub.

  My own erection grew hard at the way she was wiggling before me, and my mouth watered at the sight of the pink furled nub.

  I wanted it in my mouth.

  I wanted to suck on it till it was red and swollen.

  And so I did.

  Leaning my head down, I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked, my tongue teasing and lashing out at it, making her move in frustration. I could tell she wanted to drag my head even closer.

  The moans that slipped out of her mouth were turning me on, and I liked the way she was helpless under my touch.

  I decided to use my teeth on her, wondering what her tolerance of pain was.

  Apparently, she quite liked it.

  I bit down on the hard flesh, and she cried out, rubbing her legs together.

  My smirk grew.

  Well, this was interesting.

  My hand teased her other nipple, and with my free hand, I unzipped her pants, and coaxed my hand in.

  When my fingers came into direct contact with her dripping pussy, a groan escaped me, “No panties?”

  She bit her lip, her eyes closed as I ran a finger over her wet slit, “I didn’t have any.”

  And she never would, if I had anything to say about it.

  “I just sucked your nipple,” I murmured. “And you’re already this wet.”

  Small pants were coming from her mouth, as one of my hands kept lavishing attention on her breasts, while the other teased her pussy.

  I could feel the way her lower lips trembled as I kept tracing the slit, gathering moisture on my finger.

  I took it out and her eyes locked on mine, as I licked her juices off my finger. When her lips parted on a moan, I captured her mouth with mine, and shoved a finger into her pussy.

  She cried out into my mouth, riding my finger for all it was worth, her inner muscles contracting on my digit.

  I thrust my tongue in and out of her mouth, in tune with the movement of my finger inside of her, and the rhythm drove her wild, making her come over my hand.

  I swallowed her screams, and then took out my finger from her drenched pussy and offered it to her.

  Her eyes were dazed at the ferocity with which she had just come, and she opened her mouth.

  My cock grew hard when I saw the way she sucked her own juices off my finger. Had we not been in the kitchen, I would have offered her something bigger to suck on. But this was about her pleasure today, not mine.

  I wanted her wild.

  I wanted her begging
for my cock before I plunged it into her.

  I wanted her riding on it, while her breasts moved up and down with the force of her being fucked on it.

  I wanted this woman seven ways from Sunday, and just imagining her in all those positions, made my cock so hard that it begged for relief.

  I drew out my finger from her mouth and she made a small sound of protest which I ignored. Sinking to my knees, I pulled down her pants and smirked when I caught her looking down at me, her pretty eyes wide with shock.

  Lifting her up, I helped her onto the edge of the counter, and then pushed her knees apart.

  My tongue swiped up her center, gathering all her juices, relishing the unique taste of her.

  She whimpered.

  I saw her shirt flutter to the ground, and when I teased the small nub that instantly grew hard, the muffled sound that she made told me that she was covering her mouth with her hands.

  I chuckled against her pussy, the vibrations making her make a desperate sound.

  I pulled away, and told her, “Not too loud, darling. There are people outside.”

  She groaned, and I raised a brow when I noticed that my words had turned her on even more.

  Definitely something to explore later on.

  I stroked her slit a few times, and then without a warning, thrust my tongue in.

  Her whole body arched up in a silent scream and I held her down with my hands on her thighs, moving my tongue inside of her, curling and aiming towards her G-spot.

  Her screams were muffled, and I had to hold her down as I tongued her, sucking on her pussy juices, flicking my tongue inside her pussy, eating her out. I heard her gasp out my name and I smirked, pressing my tongue against her clit, before flicking it, hard.

  She came apart within one heartbeat and the next, her body tensing.

  However, I wasn’t done.

  My thumb against her clit, pressing and rolling, moving my tongue in and out of her, liking the way her inner muscles were contracting around it. I swallowed her sweet nectar and kept licking her, driving her into another orgasm as I just ate her out to my heart’s content.

  When I finally pulled away and stood up, she was half lying on the counter, her eyes so satisfied and slumbery that I knelt down to kiss her again, unable to help myself.

  Then, pulling away, I took out my cock, and slowly guided it to her entrance.

  She bit down on her lip, hard, when I entered, and a soft sigh released from her.

  I pushed in, watching her carefully for any signs of distress. Inch after inch, I entered her, till my balls were pushed up against her.

  She murmured something that I strained to hear.

  “Oh, God.”

  I pulled out a little and pushed back in, making her cry out.

  I enjoyed the way she looked right now, so helpless and out of control, completely at my mercy.

  I thrust again, my movements shallow and firm, giving her time to adjust to my size.

  However, I wasn’t counting on the fact that Charlotte could talk dirty with such innocence.

  “I’m so full.”

  My control snapped, and I started moving my hips, jackhammering her already abused pussy, pulling her up, till she was plastered against me, her mouth right next to my ear.

  “Harder, Philip.” She cried out. And although she was so tight already, I snapped my hips and obliged, making sure she felt every inch of my cock as it entered and exited her.

  She gasped my name, clinging to me, her legs now wrapped around my waist.

  I didn’t know when her pants had been tossed off, but right now, as I fucked her relentlessly, driving into her pussy, my jaw was tense with self-restrain as I held on.

  I felt her muscles contract on my cock and my restrain withered away when I felt her clamp on to my neck with her teeth in an attempt to hold in her screams.

  As she came around my cock, my hands gripped her by her thighs. I fucked her even harder, with quick harsh movements, driving her into another orgasm. I was forced to let go, unable to hold on as her pussy clamped on to my cock, determined to milk me for what it was worth.

  My head dropped on her shoulder, as I groaned, my breaths uneven and harsh. Her arms were around my neck as her own form shuddered with the force of her orgasms.

  “You okay?” I murmured, and she nodded her head.

  Getting myself under control, I pulled out of her and heard her wince.

  “Oh shit, I forgot protection,” I swore till I felt her hand on my arm, her voice soft.

  “It’s okay. I can’t-“

  Barren. Erik had called her barren.

  I looked into her downcast gaze and raised her head with a finger to her chin, my eyes steady, “I wouldn’t be so sure about that, Charlotte. I’d rather you get yourself tested for your own peace of mind.”

  From the look in her eyes, I realized she hadn’t thought of that. And I wondered how controlling Erik had been that he was convinced that she was barren.

  “He saw the reports-“

  “He could have lied.”

  She shuddered at that and I grinned, “I guess we should worry about protection then.”

  She wrapped her arms around me, burying her face in my chest, “Thank you.”

  I raised a brow, “What for?”

  Her murmured response made me jolt, “I didn’t know sex could be like that.”

  I pulled away and studied her red face, and I suddenly had a feeling that Erik might have been one selfish lover.

  Well, his loss was my gain.

  I wrapped my hand in her hair, and purred, “Charlotte, you’ve been doing sex all wrong. Let me teach you how it’s really done.”

  12

  Charlotte

  I stared at the price tag and my heart sank.

  Looking at the way Philip was watching me, sitting on the couch, his legs crossed, his eyes raking over my form, I let out a sigh.

  There was no way he was letting me out with just one skirt.

  “Try the blue one,” He suggested with a smirk, making me realize I had been staring at him.

  “I don’t like the blue one,” I found myself saying. “Isn’t this enough though?”

  He narrowed his eyes, “You’ve just gotten one skirt and a blouse. How is it possible that you’re friends with Agatha?”

  I frowned at the blue skirt, “She’s got better taste than me.”

  And money, I added silently.

  Philip sneered, “I’ve seen her taste. It’s red, black, white.”

  He got up and strode over to me. I watched him in the mirror as he came to stand beside me “I prefer your taste.”

  “You don’t even know my taste,” I countered, blushing when his hands settled on my waist. The same hands that had just made me scream his name over an hour ago, when we had returned to his apartment to change.

  He kissed my neck, “You like light hues. You prefer yellow over blue. Red over pink.”

  He kissed me again, a slow kiss that had my insides demanding to be filled again, and his lips curved, “I know your taste. Now hurry up, or we’ll be here tomorrow as well.”

  The man stunned me with all this knowledge he had of me, things that I wasn’t aware he knew about me. My heart caved a little bit.

  When we left the shop, my stomach was growling, and Philip laughed, “Now that we’re done with all this, let’s go on our date.”

  “Date?” I blinked, smoothing out the dark green dress he had bought for me on a whim, and then told me to wear out of the boutique.

  I didn’t know how much I had spent, but he had been adamant, and I couldn’t win against him when he had made up his mind. I tried not to think of numbers.

  He grinned at me, “Yeah. Our date. But, before that-“

  He took out a long velvet box from the inside pocket of his coat and held it out to me.

  I raised my hands, “No. Absolutely not. No jewelry.”

  He looked at me, and for the first time in my life, I saw his face fall, “But I ch
ose it just for you.”

  “I can’t accept it, Philip,” I tried to harden my voice, but Philip had discovered a whole new weapon to use against me.

  His voice was low, “You’re not even going to look at it?”

  Unable to bear the misery in his voice, I found myself relenting. There was no harm in taking a quick look if it would appease him.

  It was a beautiful necklace, with small diamonds that shone so bright that if held in the sun, they could blind a person. Green emeralds were set in it, enough so that they didn’t scream, but still gave a stunning appearance. It wasn’t too gaudy, and it wasn’t too plain. As I looked at the intricate design, it felt like it had been made just for me.

  “Just try it on,” He coaxed, and I glared at him.

  “No. It’s too much!”

  “Just for a few minutes, Charlotte. I got it custom made just for you. Chose the design and everything. I mean the least you can do is show me how it looks on you.”

  I made a face, feeling my will break, “Look, I appreciate-“

  “Just for a while. That’s all I’m asking.” His tone was so defeated that even while I knew I was being played, I felt myself lifting the hair off my nape and when his hands brushed against my nape, locking the necklace, I felt my cheeks burn.

  “There,” I said, not wanting to admit that I actually liked the necklace.

  A slow smile bloomed on Philip’s face and he took my hand and brushed his lips on the back of it, his touch making my skin tingle, “It suits you.”

  I fidgeted nervously, “Can I take it off now?”

  He shrugged, and started the car, a sly smile on his lips, “Sure. Once we get home.”

  “Wait, what?!”

  I glowered at my husband as he handed the car keys to the valet.

  He just gave me a laughing look.

  I had tried in vain to remove the clasp, but the devious man had done something with the clasp that I couldn’t undo it.

  And now the cold stones were set against my neck for the world to see.

  Walking around the car, he raised my chin, and kissed me, a soft touch of lips, murmuring, “Do lose the frown, Mrs. McCoy. Or people will think we’re not a happy couple.”

  When a camera flashed nearby, I felt Philip’s form tense, but he forced a smile, “Ignore that. This is the first time we’ve been seen in public.”