Fuck, you soaked your underwear, Wife

Fina

Slowly, he teased my folds, my underwear still blocking direct contact. I tried to hold it in, but my moans slipped past me anyway.

“Hmmm… ahhhh…”

“That’s it,” he whispered, his mouth an inch from mine, our breaths brushing against each other.

He applied more pressure and I screamed. Fuck — the way he twirled his fingers over my clit, even with my underwear obstructing my flesh, it felt so damn good.

“Look at me, Fina. I’d love to see your face when you come all over my fingers.”

The dirty things he said made their way to my heart and settled there. I was supposed to hate this man for stealing me away and ruining my perfectly planned future, but my body believed otherwise.

I’d been with someone before. He wasn’t my first, but I wasn’t far from being a virgin either.

“Fuck, you soaked your underwear, Wife.” His fingers played with the damp material, his eyes never leaving mine. It was like he was looking straight into my soul — like he’d claimed me and etched his name there.

It scared the shit out of me.

I looked away, but he shifted my thong aside, and his fingers found my raw, dripping flesh, soaked with my juices.

“Merda…” he whispered, more to himself.

“Ohhhh… ahhhh…” I moaned softly, my eyes falling closed — until he kissed me again. This time it was rough, hard. He sucked on my mouth, stealing my air while his fingers worked between my legs.

It felt so good. I opened my legs wider without even being asked.

“Oh fuck, baby, you’re so fucking wet…” He kissed my cheek, then moved to suck at my neck.

“Oh God… ahhh, please…” Again, he had me pleading, begging for the sweet feeling only he could give.

I gripped his shirt when he doubled his fingers. My lips parted, my eyes rolled back as he curved them just right, hitting that sweet spot.

Shame was thrown out the window. Right now, it was just us as he drove me higher and higher.

“Hmmm… ahhhh… Rio…!”

“Feels so good, right? My fingers fucking your tight, wet cunt?” He increased his pace, the slick sounds of his movements mixing with my moans and filling the car.

“Huh?” he groaned.

“Yes! Yes! Please… don’t stop…!”

“Kiss me,” he ordered.

And like a desperate girl who needed to come, I kissed him. He let me take control for a moment. Everything was happening so fast. Soon I wrapped my arms around his neck, sucking on his lips like my life depended on it.

He increased his pace again, twisting his fingers deep inside me. Fuck, he was good at this — and the way he knew my body was insane. Like he’d been waiting for the right moment to finally have me.

“Come for me, Fina…” he breathed against my lips.

That was my cue. I shattered beneath him, screaming and trembling.

It felt like hours before I finally came down from the heights he’d taken me to. When I calmed, he was watching me — like I was something sacred. Like an expensive piece of art he had just purchased.

“Welcome, Wife.” A half-smile curved his lips.

I gulped hard, unsure of what to say. This was awkward as fuck.

To make it worse, the driver’s voice boomed inside the car.

“Boss. We’ve arrived.”

Immediately, I turned crimson. He must have heard everything — probably seen us too. Jesus… of course he saw everything.

I was mortified. And the cause of my humiliation noticed. His smile widened. I glared at him. He was enjoying this. The bastard was playing games. Sweet, twisted ones.

God, this man was ruining me in ways I had never imagined. It had barely been twenty-four hours since our engagement was announced, and so much had already happened.

“Get out, Sven,” he ordered lazily.

The driver bolted without hesitation, leaving just the two of us.

Immediately, I pushed him away and adjusted my dress, trying to steady my breathing. I avoided his gaze — but caught him lifting his fingers to his nose, the same ones he had used on me.

My eyes widened.

“Fuck, Fina… you smell fucking amazing.”

I blushed even harder and grabbed his wrist. “Don’t sniff that. At least not in front of me.”

He chuckled, then used his handkerchief to wipe his fingers clean.

“Now aren’t we working just fine?” he said. “You do everything I say. And I reward you.”

“Reward?” I scoffed. “Don’t act like you didn’t just blackmail me into it.” I rolled my eyes.

“A win is still a win, Ikkohafina.” He straightened his jacket. “Now come on. Let’s get this party over with. I need to get you home as soon as possible.”

I rolled my eyes at him again.

The ring came before we stepped out of the car.

He took my hand without warning.

“Give me that,” he murmured.

I frowned at him. “What now?”

He didn’t answer. He simply slid something cold and heavy onto my finger.

A diamond.

Not small or modest. Not subtle.

It was obscene in its beauty — a large, perfectly cut stone that caught the dim car lights and scattered them like shattered stars across the leather interior.

I stared at it.

“How else,” he said lazily, adjusting it so it sat perfectly, “will they believe our engagement is real?”

I flexed my fingers slightly. It was heavy but Intentional.

A statement.

“You could have warned me,” I muttered.

“And miss that look on your face?” He smirked.

Before I could respond, the door was opened from outside.