She turns. I grab her arm.
“Wait.”
“Let me go, Antonio. I should never have married you. I knew you were too good for me.”
“I’m not.”
“Let me go!”
She tries to wrench her arm away but I grip it and pull her towards me. I see the tears trickling down her cheeks from eyes that look as lost as when I first saw her and my chest tightens. I release her arm.
What have I done?
She beats my chest with her fists. “Why don’t you just let me go? I’m not Lara’s mother. I don’t know how to be a mother. I’ve brought you nothing but trouble. I’ll never be good enough for you. I – ”
I grasp her chin and seal her lips with mine to keep the hurtful words from tumbling out. I can’t bear to hear them anymore.
I push Triss back against the wall and crush her mouth. She puts her hands on my chest. At first I think she’s going to push me away, but her fingers clutch my shirt. Then she pulls her mouth away from mine and rests her forehead on my shoulder.
“I’m sorry.” The apology leaves her mouth in a whisper but I still hear the sincerity in her voice. “I shouldn’t have lied to you. I didn’t want to.”
“And I believe you.” I stroke her hair. “I should have believed you earlier. I should have listened instead of losing my temper. I’m sorry, too.”
Triss shakes her head. “You have a right to be mad.”
“I’m not.” I lift her chin so she can look into my eyes and know I’m not lying. “I believe your story and I understand what you did. Besides, I’m at fault, too, for assuming that Lara was your daughter.”
Why did I do that? They don’t even look alike. Was I so desperate to paint her as a victim of fate just like I am?
“It’s not your fault,” Triss tells me. “I should have told you the truth.”
“And now you have.” I run my finger over her lower lip. “And all is forgiven.”
Her eyebrows furrow. Disbelief gleams in her eyes.
Of course she doesn’t believe it. She said I’m the first man to show her kindness in a long time. But I do mean it. There’s no point in arguing about something she’s already explained and apologized for, no use making each other suffer when we both don’t want to hurt each other.
Maybe I’ll just convince her with my actions.
I kiss her again, this time tenderly so she can feel my sincerity through my lips. When hers press back, I know I’ve succeeded.
The hands resting on me start to move as well. They undo the buttons of my shirt one by one. A storm stirs inside my chest.
As soon as the last button is undone, I pull Triss against me. I wrap an arm around her and clutch her ass as I slip my tongue into her mouth.
It’s no use. I really can’t control myself when it comes to her.
Triss’s tongue pushes against mine. Her hands sneak under my shirt and travel across my back. I slip my hands beneath her shirt as well to look for her bra. I caress her breasts through the cups. My fingers find the peaks and rub them through the cotton barrier.
Triss moans into my mouth. Her hand slides to my crotch and inside my pants. Her palm presses against my growing erection. She strokes it a few times, each time sending heat pulsing through my veins. When her fingers find my leaking tip and rub it through my boxers, I pull my mouth away to draw a sharp breath.
Triss drops to the floor on her knees. She’s continuing what she started earlier.
She pulls my boxers and my pants down to expose my cock. I place my hands on her shoulders and watch her lick it until it’s fully hard. When she starts to take it inside her mouth, I close my eyes and relish the sensation.
She sucks on me and gets me wet. I feel myself grow even harder. Unlike last time, she doesn’t take me deep in her throat. Instead, I feel the head of my cock rub against her soft palate. The incredible friction makes me hiss. A curse leaves my lips as my fingers dig into Triss’s shoulders.
She grips my thighs and starts to move her head back and forth. I feel myself melt against her tongue. When she slows down, I grip her hair and jerk my hips to thrust into her mouth, burying my teeth in my lower lip as I try to keep myself from going too fast or too deep. Triss’s fingers dig into my ass, but after a minute she pulls away.
That’s fine. I’ll just continue with my thrusts elsewhere.
I pull Triss to her feet and take off her shirt. I remove her shorts and her underwear next. Then I lead her to one of the chairs in front of my desk.