His Absolute Betrayal - Elise's Love Story: The Billionaire's Continuum (#2) (A Contemporary Romance Novel) (23 page)

I didn't remember which floor I'd just gone past.  I didn't know what floor I was on.  I looked up to check the blinking red sign above the elevator doors to see where I was.

The sign flashed at me, over and over.  No numbers, nothing that made sense, nothing good at all.

WHORE.  WHORE.  WHORE.

Over and over, accusing me of infidelity, accusing me of immorality, accusing me of everything.  The doors to the elevator opened and an invisible force pushed me forward, sending me crashing into the halls.  My knees scraped against the rug and I scrambled to stand and climb to my feet but something or someone kept forcing me down.  Trying to get away, crawling on hands and knees, I stumbled down the hallway.

Doors opened as I crawled past them.  Every door, every single one, and employees of Landseer Enterprises stood there, watching me struggle.  I looked at them, or I tried to, and they laughed.  I couldn't see their faces; I didn't know if they had faces.  I couldn't lift my eyes above their waists, couldn't see anything more than the shoes of men and women staring at me, laughing at me.

They shouted.  The doors in front of me opened.  I didn't know if the doorways themselves or the people standing in them were berating me.  Some laughed, and others screamed.  Accusations echoed through the halls, clamoring against shouts and shrieks and laughs.

"Whore!"

"Slut!"

"Homewrecker!"

"Gold digger!"

I didn't know who said what or where the shouts were coming from.  Everywhere, from everyone.  They sounded far off and quiet, then up close and right in my ear.  I cried, tears streaming down my cheeks and falling to the floor.  Cuts and scrapes on my knees pressed against the salt of my tears on the rug, sending stinging pain through my legs.  Up ahead, I saw the door to Asher's office.  Gold light pointed the way towards my sanctuary, towards freedom from this harassment, and I tried... I tried so hard to get there, but it didn't matter.

Someone opened the door to Asher's office.  It was Asher, my husband.  He looked towards me and smiled.  He was coming for me, he was coming to help me, to save me.  I kept crawling, wanting to bridge the gap between us sooner rather than later.  He stepped towards me, tall and purposeful.

And then he walked past me.  He didn't look at me.  He said nothing.

I tried to turn my head to stare after him but I couldn't.  My mouth refused to open, no words or shouts or screams could escape.  I could do nothing but stay there on my hands and knees, crying, while everyone around me berated me for being a whore.  Or, I could move forward, to nothing.  What was the point, though?

I shivered as I woke, cold trembling through my body.  It wasn't real cold, just a memory of coldness; the thought of it.  When I realized I was awake, my mind settled and my body followed suit, falling into forced relaxation.  What a horrible dream.  I didn't know what to think about it.

I was Jessika Landseer, wife to billionaire CEO Asher Landseer, powerful in my own right even if I didn't feel like it all that much.  None of that made me immune to nightmares, though.  If anything, I supposed I was more prone to them now.

Where was I?  This seemed like my dream, but different.  I expected to wake up in my bed, at home, with Asher, but some of that was missing.  This wasn't my home, first off, and this definitely wasn't my bed.  Asher lay behind me, spooning with me.  That part was correct, at least.

My chilled body warmed to the heat of the room and the blankets covering me and Asher laying behind me, his breath soft against the back of my neck.  Suddenly, I remembered.  Oh.  Just like that, it all came back to me.

The hospital.  I wasn't sick, nor was Asher, but he'd taken me here last night after I had a panic attack on the front lawn.  Which parts were a dream and which weren't?  I sorted through the memories in my head, trying to figure it out.  Part of me worried and my heartbeat thumped hard against my chest, making me worry even more.

Elise and Lucent were... dead?

No, no, they weren't.  They were alive.  But somewhere else.  The police thought they started the fire at Asher's mansion, that was it.  They didn't, though.  They couldn't, right?  I didn't know.  I doubted it, and the police should realize as much, but from what I remembered Asher telling me, that wasn't the case.

Why, though?  It didn't make sense to me.  Lucent's suit coat, yes, but...

Asher shifted behind me, pressing against my body.  I sighed and pushed back against him, settling perfectly into his arms.  He held me tight, one arm wrapped around my side while his other lay beneath the curve of my neck.  I nuzzled against his sleeping form, content and happy just to be near him.

Behind me, he breathed softly, shallow, clearly asleep.  Also behind me, he pressed forward with his hips gently, rocking.  Just a little, not enough to disturb me if I was sleeping.  I wasn't sleeping, though.

Asher was, and...

Well, Asher was erect.  Aroused.  Dreaming of something.  From my vantage point near the side of the bed I saw his pants laying on the floor below me.  His coat was draped across the back of a hospital chair nearby.  He still wore his shirt and I could see parts of the sleeves, with his arms wrapped around me.  No shoes or socks, of course; those were with his pants.

Careful, I reached behind me and between us, feeling near Asher's waist.  He wore underwear, of course, but the throbbing bulge trapped within must be uncomfortable for him.  I didn't want him to wake up from discomfort, did I?

Those were my thoughts, but I doubted what I did next was out of pure concern for my slumbering husband's comfort.  I doubted it very much.

Careful, I snuck my fingers into the waistband of his underwear and inched them lower.  Pulling out, lower, more, until his hardened cock sprang loose, pushing forward.  Asher and I lay tight together, his arms wrapped around me, holding me.

I wore a hospital gown and panties and nothing else.  With my free hand, I shimmied the gown up.  My other hand teased and caressed along Asher's heavy shaft, feeling his thickness between my fingers.  At the tip, hot and slick, I played with his gathering precum.  Whenever I smoothed my fingers up and down his cock while he slept, he rocked forward more, grinding against my body.

We weren't perfectly aligned, though.  First off, Asher was a good amount taller than me.  Second, with my back pressed tight against his chest, his freed cock had nowhere to go except up along my spine.  I felt it there, resting, shifting slightly this way or that when I stroked him.

I didn't know what I was doing.  I really didn't know what I was thinking.  I thought maybe this was illegal somehow, but Asher was my husband so maybe it wasn't.  Could I use that excuse in court?

Yes, officer.  Or judge?  It didn't matter.  Anyways... yes, perhaps my husband never gave consent, except that he's my husband, so...

I ran through the scenario in my head while I slipped my panties to the side and inched upwards to bring the head of Asher's cock closer to my sex.

Asher's body moved of its own accord, sleep pressing him into action, primal sexual instincts sending his body rocking and grinding against me.  I moved, slow so as not to wake him, further, up, until...

The head of his cock slid across my lower lips.  I wanted him so badly, I wanted him inside me.  I didn't know what he or I would do once that happened, but I wanted it.  He was sleeping, so he couldn't really make adequate decisions, but I didn't care.

Careful, I held his cock with one hand, stopping it from sliding between my thighs.  His slick precum licked across my feminine folds and I pushed back slightly to take the head of him inside me.  I meant to go slow, inch by inch so as not to disturb him, but as soon as I had him partway in me he thrust the rest of the way.

I gasped, possibly too loud.  And then I forced myself to be quiet.  I stopped breathing, waiting to see if he would wake up, and what he'd do if he did.  Would he mind?  I hoped not, but to be honest I'd never stopped to ask him about this.  The situation just never came up.  How did you have that conversation with your husband, anyways?

Yes, Asher, do you mind if I have sex with you while you're sleeping?

Uh... what?

From the sound of it, I didn't need to worry, though.  Asher continued breathing softly, though not as shallow as before.  And he rocked against me just as he had been, too.

Everything happened in a fraction of a second, but it felt slower in my mind.  Out, then in, he filled me, I inhaled deep, I waited, he was still sleeping, and...

His cock flexed more and hardened inside of me as soon as he filled me.  His hips thrashed slightly as if he were having a bad dream, but he calmed down soon after that.  Then more.  He rocked, back and forth, cock hard and heavy, deep in me.  I almost gasped again, my body goaded on by his heat and his arousal, but I willed myself not to make a sound, not to move.

This was not something I usually did.  I didn't know why I'd decided to do this today.  I didn't really know why I'd never done this before.

To try and control myself better, I stuck my thumb in my mouth and bit down hard.  Easier not to make noise that way.  Easier to distract myself.  Right?

Asher's sleep-heavy cock had other ideas in mind.  He pushed deep inside of me, hips pressing against the back of my body.  He rocked in his sleep, slow and steady, grinding into me.  Whatever he was doing, he did it without thinking.  I panicked, knowing he'd wake up at any moment.  This wasn't regular or normal.  This wasn't a thing people did.  This couldn't be happening.  This...

My free hand, the one I wasn't biting on, slipped past my stomach and between my legs.  I couldn't move a lot, but I could move a little, couldn't I?  Yes, I thought.  Yes, maybe, perhaps.

I teased lightly at my clit, circling it with one finger.  My body reacted with a jolt and I bit down harder on my thumb.  I clenched and squeezed at Asher's cock inside of me and he rocked harder and deeper, reacting to my reaction.  Slower, gentle, I rubbed at the hood of my clit, then snuck the tip of my finger low and pressed up along the center of it.  Back and forth, just like that, a bit of teasing, tempting myself into wanton arousal, then a surge of heavier sensation.

My body reacted on its own, my inner walls flexing and clenching and squeezing depending on what I thought and what I did.  I tried to remain relaxed, but it didn't work.  I just
moved
without being able to stop myself, and in response Asher moved with me.

This wasn't happening, I thought.  This wasn't regular.  This was probably not a good thing to be doing.

Why did I keep doing it, then?

I became more bold with each passing second and soon I started moving a little more, a little faster.  One finger became two, teasing and caressing my clit.  Asher's cock never left me, never moved anywhere else but inside me, and his hips rocked back and forth.  A little faster, a little more aware.  His breathing became slightly ragged, some odd mix of slumber and excitement.

I felt it; I felt him.  I wanted his orgasm and I wanted my own, too.  Yes, that's what this is, I told myself.  I wasn't having sex with my sleeping husband for any selfish reasons, I was doing it because we were trying to have a baby together.  We needed to have sex for that, didn't we?  Except why wake him up?  I could just let him sleep, and...

My body pulsed.  This was odd.  We weren't moving fast, we weren't necessarily even moving together.  The wrongness, the taboo nature of what I was doing, though; it pushed me forward and built up my excitement.  I rubbed harder on my clit, roughly pressing against the center, desiring intensity despite Asher's steady sleep.

I needed to bite my finger very hard right then.  My core flexed, taut and tight, and my body screamed with indignation.  I wanted to soar high.  I needed it.  I wanted triumph in my climax.

I couldn't do any of that without waking Asher, though.  Instead, I whimpered.  It felt good.  It felt amazing, and I wanted to shout it out to the world, but I couldn't, that's all.  I wanted more...

Behind me, Asher growled into my ear.  Rough, too rough, he grabbed my hips with one hand.  He grinded hard against me, pressing deep inside of me.

Oh fuck, he was awake.

Trapped beneath my head, he couldn't grab my waist with his other hand.  Instead, he reached for one of my breasts, squeezing and groping it in his palm.  His hand on my hip pulled roughly, forcing me to acknowledge his presence and his cock.  Not that I wanted to do anything else, anyways, but...

His fingers scratched at the hospital gown covering my chest and he searched for something as he squashed my breast in his palm.  Soon, he found it; my nipple.

Torturous and tight, he pinched my nipple hard.  I screamed, or I started to, but my thumb in my mouth stopped me.  Instead, I bit down hard, harder than I had before.  It hurt.  Oh God, it hurt.

I felt so incredibly amazing, too.

"Don't stop," he said into my ear, sleep making his voice gruff.  "Keep touching yourself."

I did.  I'd barely stopped once I realized he was awake.  My fingers teased and tormented my clit while Asher's fingers captured my nipple and his cock conquered me from the inside.

This wasn't what I'd expected.  I didn't even know what I'd expected.  This was a whole lot more, whatever it was.

My body reacted to his touch.  I felt some odd mix of calm relaxation combined with pain and pleasure.  I squeezed and clutched against him as he rocked and pushed deeper inside of me, but I didn't mean to, I just did it.  My body made me.  I was no longer in control of my own actions.  I...

Again, harsher now, fierce and full of pride, another orgasm overtook me.  The first was small and pleasant, but nothing like this.  I didn't even know what
this
was, I didn't know
this
was possible.

Maybe I should have done this a long time ago.

I gave up biting my thumb.  I couldn't; it hurt.  If I bit it anymore I'd bite through the skin and I wasn't sure how I'd explain that to anyone.  I let loose my finger and without thinking I started to scream, but Asher cut me off before I could.  His finger pinched hard on my nipple, then he let go and his palm clapped against my mouth.  His hand covered my scream, muffling it, and I screamed even louder to compensate.  Asher held me tight, his palm pressed hard against my lips.