Rick's POV
I rushed over to her and quickly stopped her hands from using the phone.
"No! Stop," I begged, my heart breaking. She had finally gotten what she always wanted, but part of me betrayed me again.
"Alright," I answered softly.
She hissed and dropped the phone back on the couch.
Her eyes moved over my body, and she closed the space between us. One of her hands ran across my chest, pressing deep, while the other slid along my back.
I stood still, lost in thought about what she had just said. My instincts screamed that she was hiding something, but I couldn't bring myself to stop her.
She would do exactly as she promised, and no one would ever trace it back to her or her family. That was how bad the Jones were.
"Make love to me one last time, and she's safe," she whispered. Her breath hot against my ears.
I said nothing. I was buried deep in my thoughts.
Her hands slowly unbuttoned my shirt, letting it fall to the floor. She unzipped my pants and slid off both my singlet. Then she slowly reached for my pants, her eyes stared at me, feeling the hesitation building inside me, she looked away and slid it off.
I stood there, my mind blank. My desire betrayed me. But when her lips touched my sensitive skin, the feeling came rushing back.
Hot. Desperate.
I tried to stop them, but I couldn't, she's been my wife for six years and knew exactly how to make me weak and cripple my limps. I fought back the feeling but then, I felt it hard. They came stronger than ever.
She was a damn spoiled brat, and would always get what she wanted. Saying no to her wasn't an option, it would only make things worse.
I ran my hands through my hair, feeling desperate and lost, stuck between two terrible choices, with no idea what to do next.
Still, a small part of me hesitated. But Catherine's thought lingered in my damn weakened heart. As always, I couldn't bring myself to let her go. I couldn't just stand by and watch her die.
I knew Emilia would stop at nothing, and deep down, fear crept into my heart. No matter how much I tried to make sense of the situation, it was clear, I had no choice left.
Then I felt it hard. The cold feeling around my low.
It felt like fire swirling through my stomach and bones. The longing, the need to take her, to thrust deep into her until she begged for mercy, roared inside me.
I shut my eyes tight as she kept going. Then I opened my eyes under her watchful movement.
She slipped the straps of her bra off, letting it fall to the floor. Her hands cupped her breasts, resting them in between her index fingers. Her lips curved into a smile, and her tongue teased the air as she knelt down beneath me.
Then I felt it, hard, as she touched me.
A loud moan rumbled from my chest, and I closed my eyes. My desire was stronger than my will. My emotions clouded my thoughts.
She didn't stop, her tongue moving skillfully over me. Soon, my worries faded away as in a thin air, and my hands gripped her head firmly as she continued, using her lips in the way she always knew would drive me crazy.
A deep groan escaped her lips, my hands still tangled in her hair. And then I let go, she stopped.
I opened my eyes and stared into her eager, burning gaze. Then it came, the resistance. I hesitated.
Slowly, I pulled her away. She looked up at me, shocked, longing for an answer.
My thoughts conflicting.
"If I give you what you want, will you sign the divorce papers?" I asked, locking eyes with her as she hesitated, rolling her eyes around.
"Alright, I will. Can we continue?" she asked.
I paused, then asked again, "You promise?"
"Yeah," she replied hastily, taking her gaze away. That wasn't satisfying. I wasn't sure I believed her, but I chose to trust her words, even though doubt weighed in my heart. The air reeled of intense pleasure and my desires weren't left out.
Despite the fact that Catherine's safety was paramount.
She slowly ran her hands over my body again, wrapping her arms around my chest. Then her lips pressed against mine, and like a starving animal, the fire in me lit up once more.
Deep. Gutteral. Raw moans rumbled from my chest.
I couldn't hold back any longer. My whole body burned with desire. My eyes blazed, fire ignited in my thighs, but my hands stayed still at my sides.
"What's stopping you from taking me and f...king me like you used to?" she asked.
"Be careful," I warned.
I pulled her closer, so that her chest locked onto mine. My eyes lingered onto hers. My mind was distant, but my body ached for her.
All instinct screaming I have her, I devoured her, right before me.
I moved ravenously, my lips claiming her lips and she moaned softly between the kiss.
I let my hands wander over her body, trailing every area of her soft skin, my lips tracing her neck. She tilted her head, giving me more room to explore, which was damn perfect.
I continued to explore the area around her neck, My hands drifted down to her waist, rubbing the area passionately.
She didn't resist. She bent over, letting my hands slide along her thighs, slow at first, then rough and firm.
Her soft moans filled the room as her arms tightened around my bare back, her nails digging into my skin.
My desires heightened. My gaze burned. My body tensed, all I wanted was more.
"See what you want to throw away," she whispered softly into my burning ear.
I pushed her onto the couch beside, her legs opened, inviting.