“Feisty sweetness.” I murmur as her lips brush over my jaw.
“Everyone loves a winner.” She whispers.
My cock pops up, just begging me to fuck her right here in the lift. I turn, and grab her waist, lifting her until she rests on the hand rail. I slot between her parted legs and her thighs clench around me.
“Does it make you wet?” I growl against her ear.
She grabs my hand, guiding it under her dress and between her legs, where I find she has no underwear on. She slowly drags my fingers across her pussy, biting her lip and throwing her head back as my fingers move over her.
“Damn it, Molly, I’m about two fucking seconds away from fucking you right here.” I say through gritted teeth.
She cocks an eyebrow. “So fuck me.” Fuck, I love this side of her. The lift glides to a halt, and the doors open, revealing a shocked looking couple on the other side. I smile and pull my hand out from under Molly’s dress. I lower her to the ground and then bend at the waist throwing her over my shoulder.
“Hugo!” She shrieks.
“Good evening.” I wink at the woman, clinging to her husband’s arm. She blushes and tries to look anywhere but at me. I’m told it’s the accent. I swear to god, I only have to say hello to these American women and they’re practically begging me to fuck them, whilst talking ‘British’ to them of course.
For once in my life though, I have no interest. The only pussy I want inside is Molly’s. Right now.
I walk down the hall, and slide the key card into the lock. As soon as the door swings open, I drop her, sliding her body over every inch of mine.
I slam the door, and she’s all over me. Her hands grip my face, as she kisses me hard. Her tongue thrusts into my mouth, and I can taste wine on her lips. She rips my shirt open, popping buttons everywhere, and then her hands are everywhere, her nails dragging across my bare stomach before they yank at the button on my trousers, opening them and forcing them down my thighs. Her fingers dive into my boxers, wrapping around my waiting cock.
I hiss out a breath and grab a handful of her hair, as her fist pumps my cock. My head falls forward, and my lips skim her throat, making her breath hitch and her back bow, pressing her chest against me. Her free hand wraps around the back of my neck, her nails digging into my skin and pulling me closer. I grip her hair harder, tilting her head to the side and nipping her earlobe.
“I want to fuck you so hard right now.” I growl against her neck.
She grabs a handful of my hair, and pulls my face back to hers, biting my bottom lip. “So fuck me already.”
I have her skirt yanked up before she’s even finished speaking. I spin her around and push her over the back of a nearby sofa, holding her down with a hand on the back of her neck. She pushes back against me, pressing her arse against my rigid cock. I clench my teeth and run a finger over her wet pussy, making her moan and strain against my hold.
Without warning I thrust two fingers into her, and her body bucks as her pussy clenches around my fingers. I press my chest against her back and adjust my hold on her, gripping her chin and tilting it up. I skim my lips over her jaw, as I pump my fingers into her, making her moan and squirm underneath me.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you sweetness.” I groan. “Don’t you worry about that.”
I pull out of her and yank my boxers down, releasing my cock. I press against her, teasing her.
“Now!” She demands. So fucking impatient.
I let out a growl and slam balls deep inside her in one thrust. She clenches around me and I grit my teeth as I take deep breaths. Oh, fuck, she feels so good. She immediately bows her back and pushes back against me, grinding up and down on my cock.
“Such a needy little slut.” I grate out as I pull out and thrust into her again. She throws her head back, and lets out a long moan.
I pound into her, never letting up, until she’s writhing and screaming under me, and then I stop, picking her up and throwing her down on the sofa on her back.
“What the fuck Hugo?” She gasps. Her face is flushed, and her chest is heaving. I smile cockily as I round the sofa. Her legs are parted, her dress still hitched up, her stilettos still on. I do love to fuck a girl in stilettos. My eyes trace her long legs, taking in that gorgeous pussy on full display. My cock throbs painfully.
She watches me, watching her, and bites her bottom lip. Her fingers drift to her inner thigh, moving slowly upward. I kneel on the cushions in front of her, and follow the line of her fingers with my own. She strokes over her pussy and dips one finger inside with a small moan. Fuck, she’s so sexy.
“Molly.” I groan.
She closes her eyes and throws her head back as she finger fucks herself. “Do you want me Hugo?” She moans breathily.
“You have no fucking idea.” I mumble.
She pulls her hand away from her pussy and sits up, bringing her face level with mine. “Then taste me.” She says it so innocently, with the face of an angel, and yet…she’s so far from angelic as she traces her finger over my bottom lip. I flick my tongue out and lick her fingertip, tasting the saltiness of her pussy. Her eyes spark as they fix on my lips.
“Not nearly enough.” I grin, grabbing her hips as I wrench her towards me, dragging her down the sofa and making her fall back into the cushions. I flash her a smile and dive between her legs, dragging my tongue over her pussy. She moans long and loud as she grinds her hips up into my face. I will never get enough of the taste of her. She hooks one leg over my shoulder, digging the spiked heel of her shoe into my back, and pulling me closer. I laugh, blowing a stream of air across her clit.
“Demanding.” I mutter. She digs her heel in harder.
“Put your fucking mouth on me.” She tries for commanding, but her voice is so strained that the effect is lost.
I suck her clit into my mouth, and her hands fly into my hair. I love unleashing her like this. She’s just an animal waiting to be uncaged, she always has been.
I lick, suck and nip at her until my lips are covered in her juices, and she’s all but ripping my hair out, and then I go in for the kill, swirling my tongue over her clit and slipping two fingers inside her. She screams my name and her pussy threatens to break my fucking fingers as she comes.
“Fuck!” She gasps, finally releasing her death grip on my hair. My balls feel like they’re about to explode. I grab her other leg, hooking it over my shoulder, and move up her body, plunging my cock inside her. Her legs tense around my neck as she lets out a strangled moan. Her pussy spasms around me, and I struggle not to come instantly. A wicked smile lights her face, as she uses my shoulders to leverage against me and grind into me. Fuck, I’m so fucking deep at this angle, and she feels so fucking good. I sit back and grab her under her hips, keeping her arse off the sofa, and relinquishing her leverage.
“If you think you’re topping from the bottom, think again.” I smirk, picking up the pace and pumping into her. She reaches for the arm of the sofa above her head, clinging to it as I fuck her mercilessly. I pound her like a man possessed, until my balls tighten and tingles shoot down my spine.
“Fuck, Hugo!” She screams. That does it. I come like a fucking train, shouting fuck knows what. I swear my vision blurs, and my head swims like I’ve just drunk an entire bottle of tequila.
I collapse on top of her, resting my head between her tits. Her skin is damp with sweat, and her breathing is laboured. When I can breathe again I sit up. Her eyes are closed, her fingers still gripping the arm of the couch. Her hair is a tangled disarray around her face. I reach out and push a chunk of hair off her cheek. Her eyes flutter open and meet mine.
“That was so good.” She pants.
I smirk. “It’s always so good.” I drop a slow kiss on her lips.
“True.” She breathes.
I pull out of her and sit up. “Right, get dressed, we’re going out.” I tell her.
“Out where?”
“It’s Vegas. Out everywhere.”
She frowns. “If I come back with some god awful tattoo I’m going to kill you. That is one club that I do not wish to be a part of.”
I smile. “You sure you don’t want my name tattooed on your arse? You could just have HUG, and then your hole could be the O.”
She throws her arms down either side of her on the sofa as she sighs. “Wow, just wow.”
She gets up and heads for the bathroom. “Just think about it.” I call after her, laughing.
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
MOLLY
I groan and roll over, squinting against the bright morning light. Oh, my head! I can feel a heavy pulsing against the backs of my eyes, resonating through my temples.
I really have to wee, so I remove Hugo’s arm from across my waist, and get out of the enormous bed. I make my way slowly to the bathroom, and the room feels like it’s spinning violently. I rush the last few steps and reach the loo just in time to throw up in it. I hold my hair back as my stomach rejects everything. Oh god, this is so not good.
By the time I’m finished, I’m hiccupping and crying. I feel gross. It’s when I put my hand out in front of me to pull the loo seat down that I notice the massive fucking rock on my finger. Oh, fuck no. I wipe the tears from my eyes so I can see better. There on the ring finger of my left hand is a diamond, like a really fucking big diamond. That alone has me struggling to breathe, but what has my hyperventilating is the thin silver band next to it. A wedding band.
I frantically scramble to my feet and wash my mouth out in the sink, before storming back into the bedroom.
“Hugo!” He barely grunts. Please tell me I at least married him and not a stranger last night. I can’t remember anything. Why can’t I remember this? I should fucking remember getting married. Wait, maybe I didn’t get married, maybe I just got the rings. I glance at it again. That’s a fucking big diamond.
I grab his left hand and lift it. There sat on his left hand is a thicker silver band. Okay, breathe. It’s fine. What’s the worst case scenario here? I married Hugo, and now he’s going to wake up and freak the fuck out because up until three months ago he’d never even had a girlfriend! Fuck.
Hugo stirs, blinking his eyes open. “Hey sweetness.” He croaks, taking my hand and pulling me down on the bed next to him. He wraps his arm around me, squeezing my boob.
“Hugo, we need to talk.” I mumble.
“Hmmm.” He mumbles into my hair. “The ‘you talk while I hump’ kind of talking?”
“No, the ‘why the fuck am I wearing a wedding ring’ kind of talking.” I hold up my hand, literally counting down the seconds until he freaks out, runs through the hotel room and throws himself out a window.
He cracks an eye open and his eyebrows pull together as he studies the ring. He then lifts his own hand.
“Huh.” That’s it, just huh. I wait for the full on freak out, but it doesn’t come. “Oh yeah, I do remember that.”
“Well I fucking don’t!” I shout.
He sighs. “Okay. You said I owed you a trip to Tiffany’s, because it was your birthday, and you helped me win all that money.” He says through a yawn. “Which by the way, I won all on my own. Anyway, I took you to Tiffany’s like the dutiful boyfriend I am, and bought you that ring. The woman assumed it was an engagement ring, so I got down on one knee in the shop. You said yes, and I took you to get married.”
“Was it Elvis?” I ask cringing.
“Hell fucking yes it was Elvis.” He says, smiling.
“Oh god. Lilly is going to kill me.” Like, rearrange my internal organs.
He shrugs. “So, you going to have your way with me then, ‘wifey’?” He says with a smirk.
I press a hand on his chest as he tries to pull me closer. “Wait, that’s it. You’re not going to say anything else?” I ask.
“Nothing to say.”
“Hugo, this is a big deal. We drunkenly got married.”
A confused expression crosses his face again, and he rolls me until I’m on top of him, straddling his body. “Why is it a big deal? It doesn’t change anything. I still love you.” He smiles cockily as he leans in, brushing his lips up the side of my throat. “I still want you.” He breathes, working his lips to my ear. “And I still want to fuck you. Really, really badly.”
My body melts against his as my eyes flutter closed, and I tilt my neck, giving him better access.
“You asked me to marry you?” I ask.
“Yep.” He nips at my earlobe.
“Why?”
“Because I was drunk.” He laughs.
“Wow, romantic grounds for a marriage.” I sigh. “Hugo, we can get this annulled…”
He grabs my chin, and tilts my face back until my eyes meet his. “Why would I want it annulled? I love you, Molly. You’re my best friend.” My heart thuds heavily against my ribs.
“I love you too.” I breathe, before I kiss him.
EPILOGUE
If you had told me six months ago that I would marry Hugo, I would have laughed. Hell, I would have laughed if you told me that Hugo would get married, full stop.
It’s been three months now, and he’s the best husband a girl could want. I married my best friend, my unexpected soul mate. He’s not a hearts and flowers guy, and I wouldn’t want him to be, because love is not shown in a gesture, it’s shown in the little things, the everyday things that we take for granted.
He may not be prince charming, but he’s my perfectly fucked up version.
Love and happiness are one and the same, one cannot exist without the other.
Sometimes we must risk it all for love, for that all-encompassing feeling that so many before us have strived for, that wars have been fought for, and men have died for. Love is that which we most covet, our very reason for existence.
Call me a romanticist if you will, but I believe that love conquers all…eventually.
Hugo was right. The high was worth the risk of falling, because even if I fall now, I will always know what it is to soar.
Love is a war. She who dares…wins
DEAR READER
Thank you so much for reading Ruined. This is my fourth book now, and it still hasn’t sunk in that people might actually want to read my books.