Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All

Gigi:

I was struggling with my emotions, unable to understand why Ragnar had left with her. I hadn’t even been able to sleep.

That was when I heard the front door open.

I rushed into the living room and saw Ragnar standing there. He looked disheveled.

Thoughts and questions raced through my mind, but before I could even ask him what was going on, he lunged at me with an urgency he had never shown before.

Not a single word escaped my lips before he wrapped his arms around my waist, lifted me off my feet, pulled me tightly against him, and crashed his lips against mine.

He began sucking on my lips as my legs brushed against his crotch.

That was when I realized how hard he was.

The thought that he had come to me like this, already hard for me, changed everything.

He kissed me deeply, shoving his tongue into my mouth, and I savored every second of it.

The passion he showed was unlike anything I had ever seen from him. He kept kissing me, and I deepened the kiss too, running my hand through his hair.

He carried me into the bedroom. Without breaking the kiss, he slammed the door shut with one hand before throwing me onto the bed.

Then he grabbed my arm, turned me around, and seized my nightgown, ripping it in half with a rough tug.

That was so unlike him, but I was all for it.

The next thing I knew, he was taking off his shirt and pants, tossing them aside before coming up behind me.

He wrapped his arms around me from behind, his hands cupping my breasts and squeezing them so hard that I was afraid he might bruise them.

Then I felt it. His cock pressed against my vagina from behind.

I groaned into the mattress as he started to fuck me hard.

Every thrust was filled with so much emotion and desperation that I felt myself losing control.

With every thrust, he reminded me that I was his and he was mine.

Then his hand ran up to my cheek, his thumb brushing over it while he kissed my other cheek.

A shiver coursed through me.

I held on to his hand while my other hand curled into the bedsheet.

The entire bed moved with our rhythm.

Eventually, he began to speed up, but I still wanted more from him.

I wanted the hand resting on my cheek to wrap around my neck and choke me while he fucked me.

Although his cock was rough, veiny, big and satisfying, it still didn’t fulfill my other kinks.

He kept going for nearly an hour.

Then he spun me around until we were facing each other.

His lips pressed against mine as he began to penetrate me from the front.

Once again, every thrust was filled with love and passion.

But I wanted roughness. I wanted his hands to be rough, to slap my breasts and pinch my ass.

His cock was good at tearing me open, but his hands remained restrained.

Every time I tried to guide his hand to my nipple so he could pinch it, he would simply pin my wrists above my head and keep fucking me.

After hours of sex, he finally came inside the condom.

Then we fell asleep together on the bed.

I couldn’t have been happier. I woke up smiling, stretching and yawning as I glanced at Ragnar sleeping beside me.

I decided to quickly slip into the bathroom and take a shower before he woke up.

By the time I got out of the shower, he was still sleeping.

I knew he would soon go out for a run. He never missed his exercise.

He even kept a change of clothes at my place so that whenever he stayed over, he could work out or go for a jog in the morning.

That was how disciplined he was.

Which was why him arriving at my place last night, craving intimacy, meant so much to me.

He was not the type to show up unexpectedly, so I was really happy.

For a moment, I even forgot that my brother was probably passed out from the medication in the guest room and that I was supposed to check on him.

After blow-drying my hair, I walked out, slipped into a beautiful short pink dress that accentuated my slim thighs, put on a pair of pink stilettos, left my hair down in loose curls, and applied some lip gloss.

I was happily about to leave the room to prepare breakfast and his morning smoothie when I heard something buzzing nearby.

I looked around, glancing over everything until my eyes settled on Ragnar’s pants lying near the couch.

Then my gaze shifted to the bedside table, where I saw his phone resting.

It wasn’t the phone on the bedside table that had been buzzing.

Had he bought a new phone? Curious, I quickly picked up his pants and snuck out of the room.

Well, there was one more thing that was good about our relationship.

We respected each other’s boundaries. He never checked my phone.

He never questioned me.

He would ask me something directly, and once I answered, he believed me.

He expected the same from me, but I wasn’t like him.

Still, I forced myself to be compatible with him.

I acted as though I was secure, as though I didn’t have trust issues.

Yet here I was, sneaking around with his pants in my hands.

The minute I was outside the room, I slipped my hand into his pants pocket, and sure enough, there was a phone buzzing inside.

I don’t know why, but something about that phone sent me into a panic.

The case was very, very girly. I started to hyperventilate as I stared at it.

The call was coming from an unknown number.

I took a deep breath and answered it.

Then I heard it.

It was Verity on the other end. It was her phone that had been left in his pants.

The way she spoke made my breath hitch. Every word that left her mouth hit me hard.

She had no idea I was the one who had answered.

She thought it was Ragnar.

The moment I introduced myself, she started to stammer, as though she had been caught doing something.

I wanted to do so many things.

Wake Ragnar up, scream at him, question him, but I decided to keep my composure for now.

There would be a better time to let my anger out. So I decided to play a game, the one I was good at.