Bite Me Forever

CHAPTER 36: A Fight For Love

I couldn't believe it. Never once had he said something like that to me. It made me shy and sad, while it should have been the other way around. James thought I was hot, and hearing him say that made my heart race. I didn't like the fact that it happened, not for him! I didn't want to enjoy his compliments but it felt good seeing him lust over me.

"You're gorgeous," James continued, his breath becoming agitated. "I can't stop staring at those beautiful lips, hips... and breasts." He traced a finger along my hips and rested his hand lightly on my waist.

I should have been pushing him away, but instead I found myself succumbing to him. His touch was tender yet passionate, exploring every inch of my curves with a need that made me gasp in surprise. Even after all this time his touch was rousing.

"James," I whispered.

His hands travelled further north until they reached my breasts. He started to feel them with his hands, and I felt myself getting wetter and more aroused by the second. His expert hands squeezed my chest and gripped it so tight that my nipples hardened and poked through my shirt.

"You're sexy. What I wouldn't do to you," he whispered in my ear. "I can see through this dress how big your ass is, how round and firm. You look more experienced now? Like someone who knows how to take a cock."

I blushed. Red, sultry heat ran through me at those words because he was right. I now knew how to take a cock. I had taken Viktor's perfect, fat cock more times than I could count. And he would tell me how well I took it, and how incredible I looked when I did.

"And your breasts. So round and full," James continued. He pulled aside my dress and pushed his hand underneath the fabric looking for my hard nipple. I gasped when his finger grazed over the sensitive skin. He cupped my chin with his other hand and leaned in. I could feel his warm breath on my neck. He was going to kiss me...

The stimulation went straight to my clit, causing vibrations of arousal. He made me wetter as he tugged my nipple. It turned me on so much that I wetted my own lips as I prepared to give in to the kiss...

That's when I saw it. A shadow passed by the window and I realised where I was and with who. This was James, not Viktor. I wanted to kiss Viktor, my husband, not this... shallow, inconsiderate asshole who left me at the altar and ran away with that maid! I smirked. I finally knew what it felt like to be the one who had the power.

James wanted me, but I didn't want him.

I pushed him away. "Get off me, James." He stumbled back, dazed and confused. "Who do you think you are? Leaving me like that and then feeling me up when you think I'm pretty enough for you now? You're pathetic. Look at you."

His hair didn't look so artfully mussed anymore, it looked unkempt. And he was drunk, probably broke after so much gambling. So he loved me but left me at the altar? He was a liar. A truly disgusting being.

"Lucy? What do you mean? I've always loved you." He came closer again and put his hands on my waist. This time I didn't like how it felt. I crossed my arms over my chest. "Come on, my love. You're so sexy... I just want to feel you. I want to see you on my cock." He said, removing the sheet and showing me his hard-on.

I rolled my eyes. Could he get more pathetic? He was begging me to have sex with him.

When I said nothing he kissed my neck, while whispering in my ear how beautiful I was. I just stood there and watched as he got on his knees, how he teared up and cried while he begged me to forgive him. The answer was yes, he could get more pathetic.

"Lucy, please," James sobbed. "Forgive me. I never meant to leave you. Please."

"James. Stop it. You're making a fool of yourself!" I said and I got up, heading towards the door. I didn't need to see this pathetic display of emotion. I was over James. He meant nothing to me. James got up and rushed over to me.