Alexander’s POV
The clinking of champagne glasses and the hum of polite laughter falled into a dull roar as I followed Victoria into the lounge. The door clicked shut behind us, sealing us off from the wedding reception–our wedding reception. My chest tightened, a chaotic mess of guilt and desire clawing at me. Summer’s face flashed in my mind her soft smile, the way her eyes used to light up when she looked at me. But then Victoria turned, her red lips curling into that wicked, knowing smirk, and my thoughts scattered like ash in the wind.
She was a vision in her wedding gown–white satin clinging to every curve, the slit up her thigh teasing me all damn night. I’d tried to focus on the toasts, the well–wishes, the endless parade of guests, but every time she brushed against me, her hand lingering a little too long on my thigh under the table, my resolve crumbled. She knew exactly what she was doing, and I hated how powerless I was to stop it.
“Alexander,” she purred, stepping closer, her voice dripping with honeyed heat. “You’ve been so tense all day. Let me help you relax.*
I swallowed hard, my throat dry despite the champagne still buzzing in my veins. “Victoria, maybe we shouldn’t–this is our wedding. People are out there-”
She pressed a finger to my lips, silencing me. “They’re busy drinking and congratulating themselves for showing up. No one’s going to notice we’re gone.” Her hand slid down my chest, tugging at my tie until it loosened. “Besides, don’t you want your wife?”
That word–wife–hit me like a punch. She was my wife now, not Summer. But fuck, why am I still thinking about Summer? Though I have to fuck this bitch in front of me because she’s too fucking Sexy!
Victoria’s fingers deftly unbuttoned my shirt, her nails scraping lightly against my skin, and my body reacted before my mind could catch up. Heat surged through me, drowning out the guilt.
She stepped back, reaching behind her to unzip her dress. The sound of the zipper was loud in the quiet room, a slow, deliberate tease. The gown pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a lace thong and those goddamn heels that made her legs look endless. My breath hitched. She was shameless, standing there with that defiant glint in her eyes, daring me to look away. I couldn’t.
“Fuck, Victoria,” I muttered, my voice rougher than I intended.
She smirked, closing the distance between us again. “That’s the idea. Her hands were on me now, pushing my suit off my shoulders, yanking my shirt open. Buttons popped and skittered across the floor, but I didn’t care. Her lips crashed into mine, hot and demanding, and I groaned into her mouth as her tongue slid against mine. She tasted like champagne and sin, and I was already too far gone to pull back.
I grabbed her hips, lifting her onto the edge of the chaise lounge. She gasped, a sound that went straight to my cock, and wrapped her legs around me. The lace of her thong rubbed against my trousers, and I could feel how wet she was a! My hands roamed
her body, greedy and desperate, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples until she arched into me with a sp cry.
“Alexander,” she moaned, her voice loud enough to make me glance at the door. “Harder.”
The command snapped something in me. I shoved her back onto the chaise, her hair fanning out wildly against the velvet. My hands fumbled with my belt, the clank of metal loud in the stifling air. She watched me, eyes dark with hunger, as I freed myself. My cock sprang out, aching and heavy, and her lips parted in a filthy little grin.
God, I love how you look right now,” she said, spreading her legs wider. The thong was soaked, clinging to her, and I didn’t bother taking it off–just shoved it aside. She was dripping, glistening, and the sight of her like that, sprawled out and begging for me, obliterated any last shred of restraint.
I thrust into her hard, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. She screamed, her nails digging into my shoulders, and the
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sound echoed off the walls. Fifck, she was tight, her heat gripping me like a vise. I didn’t wait–couldn’t wait–pulling out and slamming back in, setting a punishing rhythm. The chaise creaked beneath us, the thumping of wood against the floor matching the frantic pace of my thrusts.
Yes–fuck–Alexander! Her voice was raw, unrestrained, and it drove me insane. I gripped her thighs, spreading her wider, watching the way her body jolted with every thrust. Her tits bounced, her head thrown back, mouth open in a string of moans and curses. She was loud–too loud–but I didn’t care anymore. Let them hear. Let the whole damn reception know what we were doing.
“Harder,” she gasped again, her hands clawing at my back, tearing at my skin. I obliged, slamming into her with everything I had, the wet slap of our bodies filling the room. My vision blurred, sweat dripping down my face, but I couldn’t stop. She felt too good, too fucking perfect, and the guilt that had gnawed at me earlier was buried under the primal need to claim her.
Her walls clenched around me, a shudder running through her as she teetered on the edge. “Don’t stop–oh god, don’t stop-* Her pleas dissolved into a scream as she came, her body convulsing, her pussy pulsing around my cock. The sensation tipped me over, and I groaned, low and guttural, as I spilled into her, my thrusts erratic and sloppy until I was spent.
We stayed like that for a moment, panting, tangled together in the wreckage of our clothes. My heart pounded in my chest, the high of it all crashing into a wave of reality. Victoria’s legs slid down, her heels clacking against the floor as she caught her breath. She looked up at me, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.
“See?” she said, voice husky. “Told you no one would miss us.”
I forced a laugh, running a hand through my damp hair. “Yeah. Guess not.”
But as I straightened up, pulling my trousers back into place, that familiar ache crept back in. Summer. She was out there
somewhere, probably with Brandon, oblivious to this. Or maybe not. Maybe she’d heard us–Victoria hadn’t exactly been subtle.
She stood, smoothing her hair and stepping back into her dress like nothing had happened. “Zip me up,” she ordered, turning her back to me. I obeyed, my fingers brushing her skin as I pulled the zipper up, sealing her back into that perfect bride facade.
“Ready to face the crowd?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder with a teasing wink.
I nodded, forcing a smile. “Yeah. Let’s go.”
But as we slipped out of the lounge, the sounds of our reckless abandon still ringing in my ears, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d just fucked up more than just the furniture in that room. Summer’s shadow lingered, a ghost I couldn’t outrun–not even in the arms of my new wife:
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