Jamie Miller - Wishes

Arms sliding underneath her thigh, he lifted her at an angle where he could, without obstruction, fucked her in a swift pace. A pace he'd enjoy. He watched her face, tears streaming her cheeks and lips slightly parted as she tried to control her breathing and the dirty noises leaving her lips.

He had taken advantage of her, played another card she hadn't expected. Although her initial attempt was to distract him and bored him to death with her questions, she didn't expect for herself to be so engrossed in his business.

Right now, however, he was fucking the conversation out of her system. She couldn't blink or recall what they had talked about. Drugs, guns, bombs, or something along the lines of.

Regret blinded her, she should've just left it alone and perhaps he would have fucked a lot nicer.

The way they were doing it was filling her too much that her insides felt like they were ripping apart. And, it hurt so bad that she couldn't control her sobs. So, she cried as her body rode him, his hands on her hips as he urged her to move.

Climax gathered in her stomach, rising each time Gideon hit a sensitive part, her g spot. A manic grin plastered his face. He removed his arms from underneath, letting her dropped onto his cock that caused her to climax, exploding all over him.

She fell back onto the mattress, still straddling his hips, arms above her head. A breathless moan escaping her quivering body. Gideon pulled her back, an arm wrapped around her waist and another rocking her hips back and forth.

He captured her lips, stealing kisses instead of asking for them. His hips jerked upwards, railing her inside so deep she was unable to hold in her cries, tearing her lips from him in the process. His fingers combed her hair, crawling up her scalp and tug, exposing her marred neck.

He latched on, making sure to give her a new set of hickeys.

"Please," she whimpered, "I can't take no more."

"I know you can," he murmured back, "because you're a good girl."

He flipped them so she was tucked under him. His hands cupped her face, thumb caressing her redden tear stained cheeks. Her eyes begged him to finish, to let her sleep, for one night, where she wasn't in pain. Then when she woke in the morning to relief herself, there won't be a burning sensation in between her legs.

He hushed her, "Sleep if you want, I'll just continue taking what's mine."

Several orgasms wrecked her body, blinding stars appeared in her vision as Gideon continued his rampage. She tried sleeping but each time she drifted another mind blowing orgasms hits her forcing her eyes opened again.

When his hot semen spilled on her stomach, gathering in her navel, Gideon was finally finished. He laid peacefully with an arm thrown over her body. Rory listened to the sound of birds chirping and watched the sunlight peaked through the curtains.

Just another night where she hadn't sleep.

~*~

Noon, the following day, Rory groggily rolled on her side landing atop of a sleeping Gideon. His dark eyes peeled open and a small smile creeped on his handsome face. He was really good looking from up close, she gulped quietly to herself.

"Buenos días," he murmured against her head, before chuckling lowly and said "buenos tarde."

"You're still here." She said, stunned. He usually followed a routine where he left by 7am, go to the gym then get ready for work for 9am.

It was unusual, to say, that he was here.

He planted a rough kiss on her cheek, one palm sliding to find her ass and squeezed.

"I wanted to wake up with you." He admitted.

Last night, when she asked about his work even if it was an attempt to stall his need to fuck her, it made his heart beat quicken. He loved that she expressed an interest to his work. Now that she knew, he didn't have to go about his business in secrecy.

"Let's go shower and eat." He picked her up carrying her to the bathroom.

And, it took all the strength to restraint himself from taking her in the shower. He wanted to be the wetness that slid down her skin, the droplets of water falling from her nipples and grazing her folds.

He stole another breathless kiss. Their mouths entangled with the warm water and the taste of one another.

"Kiss me back, please." He murmured desperately between kisses. All the woman before was so eager as him to taste them, Rory on the other hand never kissed him back. She remained as frozen she was now, glancing at anything to keep her distracted as he tangled with her tongue.

Her shaking palm rested on his chest, pushed him away tearing her mouth from his. She shook her head and stepped back, putting distance between them.

"Rory," he growled in warning.

"No." She stated, her hands clenched at her side.

She wanted to take a stand for herself and for her body. She was aching, tore physically from the inside.

"Why not?" He glared. Her reply and sudden burst of confidence was rubbing him the wrong way. Crawling annoying under his skin.

"Why not?" She repeated. "Why not? Because I don't feel anything for you. Because I'm not here by choice." Words fuel by the ache in her body. She was done, exhausted and something had to be done. She continued, "It wasn't my choice to marry you and move to Colombia. I didn't want any of this."

There were moments where she was genuinely happy like when she played with the dogs and Cielo, she met amazing people like Luci, Alvaro, Juan and María. They were kind to her and treated her better than anyone had in the last few years.

But, those happy moments couldn't hide the fact that she didn't want to be here, ever. She could pretend to play the happy wife part until she was alone with just her thoughts and feelings. They broke her down, reminding her that this was hell and forever will be if she didn't run away.

She wanted to get away but he had her everything. Her mother, hiding her away somewhere out of reach. Rory couldn't leave her.

She gazed into his darken eyes, "If it was my choice, I won't be here." She whispered over the sound of the splashing water.

"They were your choices!" He retaliated, glaring accusingly. "You made every since one of them."

He didn't get or rather he didn't see what he had done.

"Mr Torres," she narrowed, "You gave me choices that benefited you. Marry you or my family dies. Have sex with you or kill you." She hoped her example jogged his memory. "Last night you were aware I didn't want to sleep with you and yet you still did. My body hurts because of you."

Her voice was beginning to raise higher and higher, reaching a scream, a cried for help. "I can feel pain each time I move and, and I can't pee without feeling a burning sensation between my legs. I just wanted one night to gather myself but you took that too."

His eyes flashed, rage scorching his blood. It was because of him, that boy.

"You're saying this now because you're in love with someone else." Gideon accused, he grabbed both of her shoulders, violently shaking her body. "You love that boy don't you?"

Rory stared at him incredulously, she had no idea what he was talking about. She didn't love anyone, she couldn't because she made a vow, her wedding vows to him. She didn't know what a happy marriage was and the closest she ever came to one was her father and stepmother. She didn't know if they were in love or even happy together but, one thing was certain - they didn't break their vows.

"That was not what we were talking about." She sighed, "Forget it. You won't understand." She was damned.

"You don't want to talk now?" He yelled, "I hit a nerve didn't I?" Gideon laughed, loud and manic. "You are in love with that boy!" He was going to kill him.

"Are you talking about Alvaro?" She questioned, brows twisting in confusion. "Don't bring him into this, he has nothing to do with our problems."

He pushed her against the glass and it was a miracle it didn't shatter at the force.

"You can say his name but not mine?" He spat, bitter. Not once had she ever utter his name but that boy's fell so easily from her lips.

"I said forget it." Rory sighed, shoving at his chest but he didn't budge a single step. A chill ran down her spine, she was suddenly scared.

"Do you love him?" Gideon asked, he needed to know.

"Why does it matter?" She fired back, "He has nothing to do with this." His face said he wasn't letting her go until he got what he wanted. As much as she didn't want to, Rory was smart enough to know Gideon Torres always got what he wanted. "I don't love him," she said, looking away. "He's just my friend."

"Then do you love me?" He waited so impatiently.

She turned to look at him, searching his face for any sigh that this man, her husband, was sane. There was nothing but a hungry and desperate animal awaiting its prey.

"No," she admitted after a pause. Rory hardly knew him. He was her father's business partner and she thought he was really handsome when she first saw him. Mouth watering handsome. She shrugged it off as teenage hormones.

They had only been married for a month, she wasn't one to fall in love so easily especially with the man who kidnapped her.

"No?"

"No," she repeated with a little more confidence this time. "I don't feel anything for you. I don't even know if I hate-"

Gideon clasp both his hands around her neck, squeezing. He will not hear it.

Rory scratched his hands as fear and adrenaline rushed her body. It was getting harder to breathe especially with the steam in the air. Her eyes watered and she begged to be released.

He brought her head forward a little and slammed it several times against the glass. She cried out, dizzy from the pain it was causing. Eventually, he dropped her and she slide to the the wet floor, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to breathe.

Once she put herself back together, she glanced at him. He was staring back at her, so much fury and anger dripping off him. His fire won't even been calmed with the water pouring down.

"I will never love you." She coughed out, "Ever."

In a flash she was on her feet, Gideon dragging her up by the hair. A vibration resonated through pouring water - he had strike her so hard that she could taste blood in her mouth. She stared at him in utter shock but he was unmoving. His face was blank and he was staring straight through her.

"You will learn to love me, it is your duty as my wife." He announced calmly, he grabbed her body and throw her onto the floor.

Gideon stood over her, staring her down with an overwhelming intensity.

"You will love no one else but me." He lifted her hips into the air, entering his harden cock into her opening from behind.

Rory screamed at the invasion but her sounds were muffled by him pushing her head into the wet floor.

Her pussy throbbed, aching as he moved harsh and fast. Their bodies, two wet flesh hitting each other and making lewd noises. It was dirty and violent, like he was doing it to claim her.

His hand stroke the length of her spine and with each grunt he thrusted roughly. This was the first time he didn't maintain eye contact with her and fuck her in a position other than missionary or cowgirl. He didn't want to look at her simply because it was an intimate action for him. She had lost that privilege when she defied him. He groaned, pleasure rocking his body.

Her body was amazing, it was addicting. Gideon loved sex as much as the next man, but he was intoxicated by the sex with her. Every part of her, all the slopes and curves fitted him like a puzzle - that's how he knew they were made for each other. There were destined.

"Mi tesoro," he grunted, "Mi amor, te quiero con toda mi alma."

He pushed deeper, hitting her g spot repeatedly until she became undone. She was nothing but a crying and trembling mess. He continued to drive inside her until he felt himself reach his climax. She will be his forever.

Gideon pulled out, leaving only his tip inside before pushing back in and spilling his cum inside her. He toppled over, shuddering, his structure pressing her further into the floor. Once he was done, he walked out, feeling satisfied.