My Crazy Ex

Domestic Disturbance

RIHANNA POV
What is it supposed to feel like when you're about to get married? Is it different for every person or do we all feel those same feelings inside of us?

Did every bride squeal like a pig with excitement the minute her betrothed left the room? Did every groom have the biggest, goofiest smile on his face every time he stole a glance at his intended lover when he thought they weren't looking?

Would it always be like this? No. There would be hard times and times more difficult than we could ever know, but this moment right here would waver for our entire life together. The moment where I truly felt like he wanted no one else in the world more than he wanted me.

Every girl deserves to have the person they love look at them the way I would catch Chris looking at me. It was the movie type of puppy love gaze and he had it down to a science. Oh but this was so much more than just puppy love, this was an eternal love.

"Chris." I started as he turned off the water, satisfied that my bath was filled enough.

"Yes, my love?"

"Chris, I want a wedding dress. A real wedding dress, not just some white club dress and some pumps. I want to feel like a real bride. I want to feel like I'm at a ceremony surrounded by my friends and family. I want-"

"Baby," Chris cooed, "you can have whatever you want. Old, new, borrowed, blue, whatever. It's all yours."

He ways knew just what to say. I prayed he would have that power forever. The power to know just how to comfort me, just how to love me, and just how to appreciate me. Sure he wasn't always perfect and he did fuck up, but that was behind us now. Detective Graham was behind us.

Audrey's chiseled jaw and toned arms. The way he rolled up his sleeves, making his arms look that much bigger, like he could engulf my body and cause me so much pain, but never would. His laugh, how is filled my heart with so much joy. His utter charm and chivalry. It was all behind me.

The way I imagined he could ravage me in a second if he wanted to. The way I would give him every piece of my body if he wanted it .. It was behind me.

I found my hand easing down into the bubble bath that Chris had drawn for me, gently caressing the inside of my thighs before finding its way to my clit.

I rubbed slowly in a circular motion at first, thinking about what it would feel like to have Aubrey doing it instead. I'd nearly forgotten about Chris sitting on the edge of the tub.

I'd completely blocked him out as he watched me inquisitively.

I rolled my fingers over my delicate pearl even faster wondering if Aubrey was just as sweet in the bedroom as he was out. He would be an attentive lover, I know it. He'd make sure to rock his hips in just the right rhythm to satisfy me.

I eased one finger into my awaiting warmth.

How big were his fingers? Could I remember? Oh yes... Yes.. Big sausage looking things. I hoped he would use his trigger finger to slide in and out of my body, searching greedily for my special spot. I could just imagine how many times he'd laid that finger on the trigger of his gun, pointing it at a criminal. Oh how I wished he would've let me be his criminal. I was so naughty.

I could feel the orgasm building up in my body. Oh God Aubrey, please. I wanted him so badly.

My eyes shot open, feeling another presence in my bath water.

"What are you thinking about baby?"

Guilt immediately flooded my body. Chris was right there watching me pleasure myself to the thought of another man. Did I really want to marry him?

"I-I-I.."

"I'm not mad." He chuckled, positioning his body over mine. "You could've just told me you were horny baby, you know Daddy would've taken care of you."

I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment. "It's not that.. I just."

"Shh.. I've got you."

Chris flashed his notorious smile before engulfing my lips with his. His beautiful, succulent lips. They'd given so much pleasure to my own lips, which ones I couldn't say for now.

I felt the head of his dick slip between my folds as he breathed hotly into my mouth. "Whose is it?"

"Oh baby, it's all yours." I couldn't help to reveal in a sensual moan as he delivered a desperate thrust.

But it struck me somewhere deep that I was lying. I wasn't all his not anymore. My body craved the flesh of another, arguably probably not a more aggressive lover, but definitely a more caring one. I craved to have him inside me just once. I knew it, but as long as Chris didn't and I never acted on it, it would all be fine.

"Tell me again." Chris demanded, gripping the edges of the tub.

"I'm all yours! I belong to you!"

I wasn't. I didn't. But god how I wanted to. I wanted to erase Aubrey from my memory, everything about him.

The way he licked his lips when he talked about something he was truly passionate about. The way I wanted to be what he licked instead.

I was doing it again. Oh God I was doing it again.

I wanted his naked flesh pressed firmly against mine as he delivered each long, deep, and slow thrust. I would roll my hips into each one, begging him to go deeper.

Every fiber of my being begging him to ravage me, to treat me like the naughty girl I was.

But he wouldn't. He would be slow and kind. Aubrey would make love to me in every meaning of the word. He would rock my body to the beat of a true love, not the lust filled quake that I felt for him.

I needed him to own every inch of my body, to lather me in his living affection. Pay special attention to the parts of my body that begged to be touched.

"Oh please don't stopped." I begged aloud even though I was referring to my thoughts. I never wanted Aubrey to leave. I wanted him to fill me with his love, with his children every chance he got.

I wanted Chris to watch. God help me, I wanted him to join.

My body exploded at the idea of the two of them slaving over my body at their own paces. Slaving wasn't the right word, I wanted to slave. I wanted to please them however I could.

"Damn Rob." Chris slid back watching my body erupt in a fully body orgasm.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, bucking wildly against him. Verbally begging for him not to stop.

"Holy shit! Let go of my dick!"

I couldn't. I couldn't even lift my arms if I wanted too.

My walls locked tightly around his throbbing member, milking every drop of him they could.

My mind was wild and seemed so far away from my body.

I rested back against the tub, my body completely relaxing as my chest heaved.

I'd never felt anything like that in my life.

"Got'damn Rob. That was..." Chris collapsed on top of me. "That was amazing."

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This is sort of taboo chapter. The one that follows it is nothing like it.

This was simply to shed a light on what Rihanna is feeling about Drake and Chris. It seemed in the chapters before that she'd been completely over the connection but she wasn't, she was only hiding it for her own good.