I Love You Till Kingdom Come

Chapter 3

Vegas’ Pov

I came home and looked for Pete as soon as I entered the main hall. But he was nowhere to be seen. So, I climbed the stairs to our bedroom. ‘That child’ was sleeping comfortably in the crib but Pete was not there. So, I started unbuttoning my shirt so that I could take a bath.

Suddenly I heard the bathroom shower running. So, my baby is bathing…An evil smile formed on my lips and I quickly freed my body from clothes. I moved to the bathroom almost running. As usual, the door was not locked and without making any voice I opened the door.

Pete was in the shower with his hands combing his smooth hair. He was completely naked. One sight at his body and I was doomed with horniness. I approached him without making any noise and I gently wrapped my hands around his sexy waist.

“You’re back?” He asked gently putting his fingers on mine.

“Hmmm” I buried my face in his left shoulder to inhale his natural scent which was mixed with the body lotion. I started peppering kisses on his shoulder. Pete moaned and intertwined our fingers. Then I began to lick and bite his shoulders alternatively.

“Vegas…”

“What is it, baby?” I asked hovering down.

“Stop it na….”

“Why?”

“Venice is sleeping outside…we shouldn’t do this while an innocent baby is out there.”
His words were enough to fill me with anger. I straightened up stopping the kisses. Pete turned to me.

“Why do you always have to spoil the mood by mentioning that child’s name, Pete?”

“When will you stop calling him ‘that child’?”

“Forever, I guess…What’s wrong with that anyway? He’s just a child!” I don’t know why Pete is making a great deal about that child. All I can remember while looking at him is the face of his witch mother.

“Now come on Pete.” I pulled him towards me by the waist in a seductive way. But he protested with his hands.

“Vegas…no”

“Pete…”

I started kissing him again. He started responding immediately. I sucked his upper and lower lips with all my passion. Soon my tongue began exploring the inner corners of his mouth. Our saliva mixed and the bathroom was filled with wet smooching voices that were honey to my ears. Then my lips trailed down his neck. I spent there a deliciously long-time sucking, licking and kissing his neck not sparing a single spot. But my happiness was short-term because that child started his annoying cry. But I was not ready to leave Pete. So, I continued kissing him while trailing down his chest.

“Vegas…Venice is awake” I pretended to not hear him and began sucking his pink nipples.

“Vegas, please…stop it. Venice needs me” To stop him talking I began kissing his lips again. Venice’s cries were getting high.

“Vegas…” Pete protested by trying to push my chest away from him. Realising that I was not going to stop Pete tried to take my face off him.

“Vegas…...”

A hard slap fell on my right cheek with a loud voice…

I was shocked. I looked at Pete not being able to comprehend what was happening right now. He was equally shocked. Why did he slap me? What did I do wrong? I don’t know…

This is not even the first time I’m getting a slap. Pa used to do it ever since I can remember. There was no particular reason for his violent actions against me. I did accept all his slaps without even asking why and every time he did that the pain felt like hell. But now, why it hurts more?