LOVE IS WICKED

Mia's POV

The night he ruined me started with the best sex of my life.

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Chris kicked the door shut and I was already moving.

I grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him into me so hard our chests slammed together.

My mouth found his and I kissed him deep right from the start.

There were no intentions of getting warned, we are so in the moment that being romantically soft would make how I feel quite boring.

The more we kissed, the more I felt how bad I wanted him.

He pressed his whole body against mine and I felt how hard he already was and it made me dizzy.

“This man is mine,” I thought.

Mine, and I would burn the world down before I let anyone else have him.

He broke the kiss only to drag his mouth down my neck, sucking hard on that spot under my ear that always makes my knees buckle.

I moaned loud, head falling back against the wall while my fingers dug into his back. 

I don't think he minded the pain… He just kept going with teeth scraping my collarbone, then lower, yanking my tank top down so he could mouth at my breasts through my bra.

I was already soaked…

I could feel it in my panties as I tried to grind against his thigh but he pinned my hips still.

“Chris please,” I whispered desperately.

I felt his breath on my skin and at that moment I knew he just smiled against my skin.

Before I knew it, he pushed my bra up, took my nipple in his mouth and sucked hard while his hand slid into my pants.

Two fingers slipped straight inside me because I was that wet.

“Fuck,” I cried out as my legs shook.

He curled them slowly, stroking that spot that makes me see stars, thumb circling my clit at the same time.

And god damn me… I couldn’t think.

The only thing that filled my head was him.

Right there as I watched his dark head bent over me, feeling him work me open like he owns me, I knew that I loved him so much.

I’ve never wanted anyone like this and I never will.

He’s it for me and maybe forever starts tonight, I know it does.

I tried to reach for his jeans but he grabbed my wrist, pinned it to the wall, kept fingering me slow and deep, kissing my throat, my jaw, my mouth again. I was dripping down his hand, hips rolling to chase more, begging without shame.

“Chris, please, I need you inside me, I need your dick, please.”

He didn’t answer, just added a third finger, stretched me wider and pumped me faster while he bit my neck hard enough to mark.

Everything felt chaotic…

I was sobbing his name, my thighs were trembling so close I could taste it, but he wouldn’t let me tip over, kept me right on the edge.

“I can’t live without this,” I thought.

He’s the only one who makes me feel like this, the only one I want for the rest of my life — I’d do anything for him.

Anything…

Finally he pulled his fingers out, brought them to my mouth, made me taste myself while he stared into my eyes. Then he picked me up, glued my legs around his waist as he carried me to the bed and threw me down.

Finally, I got my chance…

I ripped his clothes off and he ripped mine…

And when he finally pushed inside me in one deep thrust I screamed because it was everything I’d been dying for.

I came twice riding him, once more when he flipped me over and took me from behind, and the last time when he pinned me to the mattress and fucked me so hard I saw stars, coming inside me while I clawed his back and cried because I loved him so much I couldn’t breathe.

I was still floating, body humming, thighs trembling, every breath tasting like him.  

Chris rolled off me and I stayed on my back, eyes half-closed, staring at the ceiling while the aftershocks rippled through me.

While my skin felt electric, my heart was so full it hurt.

I could still feel where he’d been inside me and definitely could still feel his cum warm between my legs.

This made me smile like an idiot because this was it, this was the night everything changed for good.

He shifted beside me, reached down to the floor, and I turned my head to watch him.

He was on his side now, back to me, digging in the pocket of his bag that was in between his legs.

The muscles in his shoulders flexed when he moved and I bit my lip remembering how those same shoulders looked above me minutes ago.

God, I love him…

I love every single inch of him as I remembered Isabel's voice in my head.

I remembered getting drunk on my couch three weeks ago, passing a bottle of rosé back and forth.

She grabbed my hands, and whispered, “He told me he’s planning something huge for you, Mari. Like huge. He doesn’t want my help because he wants it to be all him. He’s picking the ring himself, designing the invitation himself, everything. He’s going to blindside you with it one night after he’s made you feel like the only girl in the world. That’s what he said. Exact words.”

I laughed then, told her to shut up, but I believed her.

I believed every word because Chris and I had been building this for almost two years and Isabel was my best friend, she would never lie to me about something that big.

I watched him now, still rummaging, and my stomach did that happy flip because here it comes…

He’s doing it exactly the way she said he would.

He had treated me like the queen that I am…

Instead of me choking on his dick, he ate me up instead, fed me my drips, and fucked me almost to oblivion.

Now, I’m soft and stupid in love — And I can’t even move. Perfect moment for him…

He turned back toward me with a big grin on his face, and dropped the thick cream envelope onto my stomach.

My heart actually stopped for a second.

This is it.  

He’s really doing it.  

He’s proposing right now.

I couldn’t stop smiling as my fingers shook. 

I sat up a little, sticking my hair behind my ear then I tore the envelope open.

I was disappointed when I found no ring attached to the envelope.

But, I was hopeful… James comes with a lot of surprises every time.

Mr. and Mrs. Delgado request the honor of your presence  

at the marriage of their daughter  

Isabel Marie Delgado  

to  

Christopher James Reid

I blinked.

Read it again.

The smile froze on my face.

My name wasn’t the bride’s name.

Isabel’s was.

I looked up at him slowly.

He was already pulling on his boxers, scratching his stomach, and totally relaxed.

“You’re marrying Isabel?” I asked, and my voice didn’t even sound like mine.

He glanced over, shrugged. “Yeah. Invites finally came in.”

And the whole world dropped out from under me.