A pawn in his games

******daisy******

For Christian I was just a pawn in his game, the woman he would ruin just because of his hatred for his enemy.

Christian gaze didn't leave me as I approached him.

He stood beside the bike, the slim black shirt he wore showed his body structure , this time he let his hair down without styling and damn I couldn’t deny the fact that he looked hot.

His eyes bore no emotions.

When I got to where he was,I stood a bit closer to his bike without knowing what to say to him or do.

Christian finally lets out a smile as he sits on the bike.

“I would marry you” I finally let out.

Christian only looked at me not reacting to what I had just said , the one thing I noticed was where his eyes.

Resting on my chest , maybe he looked at it because I was breathing so hard from standing close to him and it was so fucking obvious.

“Not like you had a choice” he says as he stands up from the bike and a text drops in my phone.

I looked at him, the way he looked back at me told me that I should check what he had sent.

When I clicked on the message it read

Rule number 1 : always have a night drive with your husband on his bike.

Reading that message did things that I never thought it would , for a moment , the excitement washed over me but was suddenly replaced with fear.

Christian grabs his helmet. That was when I noticed the helmet he had with him on his order hand.

He hangs it over to me and everything challenging I put it on.

He pulled me towards him and before I could get a grasp of what was going on his hands were on my waist and he was putting me on top of his bike.

The sweet smell of cinnamon filled my nostrils the moment I got on the bike , it was his smell.

I felt that wave of shock on my body the moment I climbed into his bike and when he started his bike ,the excitement washed over me.

As we drove off, I could only help but wonder why the man that I should never be with was all over me.

He wasn’t just any man at the moment , he was my husband, the man I had legally married in my broken state .

The thought of being close to him alone scared me , his looks , his stares were dangerous alone for me.

I knew his world and the things he could do and I was warned never to go close to him but yet I still find myself wrapped with the man that I had been warned to stay away from.

He was my husband's enemy, the man that had dedicated his life to ruining his and now me but why shouldn’t I care.

Callum never treated me right and never deserved the right to have me.

I was scared of Christian and the things he could do but yet whenever I was close to him I felt safer than I had ever been.

Christian hands slowly slide around my waist pulling me closer to himself.

This time I could feel him hardened.

The thought of what I had just felt sent shock waves all over my busy life, was it because of the fact that I had never been with a man for years or the fact that it was the Christian Blackwood that was hardened behind me.

Christian pulled over to an abandoned filling station and then stopped the bike.

The place was silent and had just mid lights and not even one person was in sight.

He walked away from the bike to the far distance and after sitting alone for the next five minutes he returned this time with a cigarette in his hands.

I watched him dragged out the smoke blowing it up into the air without staring at me.

The silence between us was defeated and I just wanted it to end.

Why did you marry me ? I asked him when I finally found my courage.

Christian doesn't reply immediately but instead he drops the smoke on the door and turns to me.

Because you begged me to”

I did ? I was obviously shocked by his reply and the way he cast me a glance.

A mischievous smile suddenly appeared on his face.

“But you begged for other things too daisy ,tell me you don’t remember".

Other things ? I asked again as I thought about what I had done last night but somehow my head was blank and there was nothing in it.

Christian smiles and then comes to sit on the bike with me but when he does , not only does he pull me closer , but he carries me and turns me to face him.

The air suddenly changed as the tension in the air rose.

Christian eyes never left mine.

My heart increased again and this time it was beating hard against my chest.

Why was I acting this way, this was just a fake marriage and being close to my husband's enemy shouldn’t be exciting but somehow under that dark night being with him felt like everything.

“You begged for it” he whispered silently but before I could respond , I felt his hands underneath the short skirt I wore as he slowly brushed his hands against my molds while watching my reaction.

Christian I whispered silently against his touch as I arched my waist forward to meet his touch.

I knew this was wrong, I shouldn’t be doing this with the man who hated him that much but why can’t I stop , I want to tell him to stop , I shouldn’t be doing this but when I looked at his eyes again I was lost.

The wetness in between my legs, I had never felt that way before, not for anyone , there was something about him that excited me.

Seeing my reaction to his touch Christian smiled as he brushed his hands against my molds again but this time he didn’t stop, he slowly parted my panties and all I felt next was his warm fingers inside of me.

I gasped silently as I arched forward to his touch again and this time I wrapped my hands around his neck.

His breath was on my neck and I could hear his breathing become rigid , he was breathing hard as much as I was.

He sent his hands in and out slowly at first while I kept arching my waist to meet his touch.

A silent moan tore out of my mouth when he put his second fingers in.

Christian I hummed silently as he increased his tempo on me.

I started grinding my waist against his fingers so hard , I wanted it so much.

Christian pulled away this time he watched my expression as he worked his hands on me.

I feel myself getting lost, hitting the edge and I know he felt it too but instead of making me feel satisfied Christian pulled out his fingers from me and then sent them to his mouth licking off any liquid from me.

He smiled silently watching my expression at what he had just done.

“You taste just like I had imagined,” he said gently as he placed the helmet on my head.

“Aren’t you such a slut wifey?” he whispered in my ears as he started his bike and took off.