Lover in Lingerie (Lingerie 15)

I was just about to take off my dress when Bosco ordered me not to.

“Leave it on.” He undid his bow tie then stripped off his jacket. “On the bed. On your back.” He dropped his jacket on the floor, slipped off his shoes, and then removed the rest of his tux, piece by piece.

I did as he asked, getting my purple dress wrinkled in the process.

He stripped down until he was naked then climbed on top of me. “All I could think about was fucking you tonight because you looked so beautiful.” He lifted the bottom of my gown and pushed it to my waist. “And now I finally will.” He pulled my black thong down my legs then tossed it aside. His eyes took in the area between my legs with arousal before he spread my legs with his knees. He positioned himself on top of me then slid inside, moving through the wetness that had been between my legs since we were in the opera house.

Right from the beginning, he pounded into me, taking me roughly like he was claiming me instead of making love to me. He decorated me in diamonds and designer clothing before he showed me off to the world, using me as another power play for his ego. And then he rewarded himself by fucking me hard in his bed.

I didn’t mind in the least. I loved being the object of this man’s obsession, loved being the only woman who got to be fucked like this. He could have any other woman, but he only wanted me. He only wanted to be inside me every night, no one else. My hands scratched his back, and I rocked my hips with him. “I love you, Bosco.” My heart had been bleeding in that auditorium, thinking about how much I’d fallen for this man. I wanted to do this every night for the rest of my life. I didn’t want to replace him with someone else, a good man.

I wanted a dangerous man instead.

I met Vanessa for lunch the next day.

“First of all, I have to ask this…” Vanessa looked behind me, expecting to see Bosco come through the door. “Did you bring him along? Because if you did, I have to tell Griffin and—”

“Just me.” I’d learned my lesson.

“Oh, thank god,” Vanessa said in relief. “I would have to tell Griffin, and it would be a whole ordeal. We just made up, and I don’t feel like fighting again.”

“I’m so sorry. I feel responsible for all that.” If I hadn’t brought Bosco with me, none of that would have happened.

“Don’t be sorry. Griffin is just a very aggressive and protective man.”

“There are worse things.”

“Yes…but we can all agree he goes a little overboard.”

“I’m glad you two made up,” I said. “It seemed pretty tense between you.”

“Yeah, we fought for about two days. He even brought my father into it.”

“Wait…your father knows about Bosco?”

“No,” I said. “I think Griffin just told him a generic story that I was putting myself in danger, because my father didn’t ask any specific questions.”

I let myself relax. “Phew, thank god.”

“I’m really sorry Griffin attacked him like that. I was so embarrassed.”

“Bosco was fine. He had a headache for a few days, but it passed.” He was a strong man who could take a serious beating without being unsettled. He refused to admit he was in pain. He didn’t even take a painkiller for it. He just drank scotch instead. “At least it’ll never happen again. I’m sure Griffin won’t attack him like that again…right?”

“No. I made sure of that.”

I looked at Vanessa before I took a piece of bread out of the basket. “So much for our men getting along…”

“Griffin doesn’t get along with anyone, so I wouldn’t put much thought into it.”

I chuckled. “I guess that’s true. So, Griffin doesn’t want you anywhere near him?”

“Just not alone. I think he understands Bosco isn’t a threat, but he’s very paranoid…” She rolled her eyes. “And I can’t make him feel bad about that since those men took me to Morocco. He has a right to be paranoid.”

“Yeah, it’s true. Maybe in time he’ll change his mind.”

“In time?” she asked, tilting her head slightly sideways. “Does that mean this isn’t going to end in a week?”

Our contract only had seven days left, and I was dreading that moment. I didn’t want to leave this man, but my gut told me I couldn’t stay. “I…I don’t know.”

Vanessa gave me a sad look. “Carmen, I’m not going to judge you if you want to stay with him. Look who I ended up with. He’s the most barbaric man in the world.”

“That isn’t why,” I said with a chuckle. “I just don’t know what I want. We went to the opera together the other night, and I was so happy. I pictured our future together, being in love with kids…”