BLACKPINK - You Never Know

True to his words, Gideon peeled his eyes opened at exactly 6am. Their flight was in four hours and he intended to bury his cock to the hilt in his wife. Otherwise, he'll have to force her to join the mile high club, in front of his men. And, Rory was loud - loud moans, screams and cries.

Gideon rather not have his men witness such a sight. He rolled atop of her, running his nose along her jaw down to her throat and pressed a light kiss to her his name carved into her flesh. She stirred, her hands scratching his scalp before falling to her side again.

Her body had become accustomed to his touches so it was aware of who was playing with it.

He latched onto her right nipple with his mouth while his hand circled the other one. He moaned, rolling his eyes in pleasure as he continued to suck her nipples.

Fingers slide down to her pussy and pumped two in, causing to jerk awake. In daze, she meet his eyes before laying back down on the pillow, eyes closed, chest heaving as she tried to control her breathing. Moans, quiet and sexy, leave her lips in slow and steady vibrations. He learned she loved having her nipples sucked while he buried his fingers in her.

So he continued, thrusting his fingers in quick and precise movements, making sure to curl them as he hit her sensitive spots. She shuddered, a loud cry of bliss echoing in the room.

Gideon pulled away from her breasts to taste the juices leaking from her core - his breakfast. He ate her like he had been starved for days. Rory twisted and squirmed at the feel of his tongue going into her deep, teasing and fucking her. Another loud cry resonated in the room as she came again and again just with his mouth.

Pulling away from her pussy, Gideon licked his lips savouring the taste of her before leaning down and letting her experience her own flavour.

He lined his tip at her entrance and she pulled away from his mouth to watch his cock push into her. She threw her head back, arching her body at the pain of stretching. Her inner walls clamped down on his cock, squeezing and teasing. He fucked her hard and rough as usual, smashing his hips into her while she kept her eyes peeled to watch the movement of his dick going in and out of her.

Each time he hit her favourite spot, she cried out, nails digging into his arms.

"You love watching don't you baby?" He grunted, attacking her throat. "You like seeing how my dick fucks your pussy."

And, he gave her show. Driving into relentlessly, waking all her muscles as he urged another orgasm from her. She moaned, digging her heels into the mattress while he rode out her climax causing a chain of explosive pleasure to rock her core.

She clung onto his body, arms wrapping around his torso, hips jerking meeting his thrusts. Gideon groaned his animalistic sounds and came undo inside her. He fell onto her body, one elbow supporting his weight as to not crush her.

He took a moment to come down from his high, leaving soft kisses on her neck and along her collarbone. With his fingers, he traced his name on her skin - it had healed, leaving a thick scar.

Feeling a sense of shame, Rory tugged his fingers away from her collarbone and rolled onto her side. She seen it in the mirror, staring back at her, marred and ugly.

"We should get ready." She muttered, sitting up. Back at the estate was where she wanted to be.

"I can still go for round two." He stated, lifting her onto his cock. "I'll be quick."

His version of quick was rough, hard and fast. He dropped her onto his cock, filling her to the hilt then lifted her back up to slam into her again.

Her pussy clenched, squeezing his cock and begging for it spill inside her again. Her cries, moans and oh gods encouraged him to fuck her rougher. She loved it, the feeling of being full, of being stretched by him - he could tell, it was plastered on her face.

Rory felt him bulge and expand in her canal, he was reaching his climax and so was she. She gritted her teeth and pulled herself off his cock before he unloaded inside her. That was the advantage she had for being on top of him.

"What the fuck Rory?!" He roared, staring at the cum on his body. "Why the hell did you do that?"

Before he could grab her, Rory dashed into the bathroom, locking it and sank down against the door. Not a moment later, Gideon was banging his fist against it, rattling the handle as he ordered her to open it. She ignored him to which she had to pay the price for it later hence, she took as long as she needed to in the bathroom.

Eventually, Rory emerged poking her head out cautiously at first then fully leaving the bathroom. She spotted him naked on the armchair, drinking scotch while he stared out the window. He was angry, she could tell from the way his muscles were tensed and nasty scowl resting on his handsome face.

She quickly ran into the walk in closet, pulling on an outfit comfortable for a long flight. Gideon appeared behind her just as she tugged a sweatshirt over her head. His fingers dug into her waist, his nails leaving marks there. He leaned down, clamping his mouth on the side of her throat and dragging his teeth towards her ear. She flinched at the angry snarl vibrating off him.

"Pull something like that again and I'll give you new marks on your ass." He threatened. "I'll spank the fucking disobedience out of you."

He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye. Rory was unable to hold onto the fearful sound escaping her lips. He was murderous - he looked like he could kill her right now. But he won't.

"Why did you do it?" He asked, face suddenly softening. But when she failed to answer fast enough, he roared, "Answer me!"

"I don't want to have a baby." She cried, closing her eyes. "Please, please respect that."

"Your only worth to me is to give my heirs." He harshly pushed her against the shelves and stormed out the closet.

His words hurt enough to make her cry silently alone in the dark.

Gideon didn't mean a single word. He loved her and she was worth more than he said. She was his wife, his one true weakness. He had known that fact the moment he had laid eyes on her. All these years, he thought only a dark void existed where his heart laid. Now, it beats for her, filled with nothing but desire.

Once he finished getting dressed, he found his wife sat in the lounge room, knees to her chest and a backpack beside her stuffed with the toy rabbit he had gifted her. Her eyes were red and puffy causing his chest to ache. He had hurt her feelings.

"Come." He ordered, beckoning her towards the door. They were already behind schedule and he didn't have the time to console her.

They leave the penthouse that become their home for the past two to three weeks. Gideon held her hand tightly as they leave the building, leading her to the SUV waiting outside.

Rory sat in the backseat quietly face pale and expression sullen. Singapore passed them by and yet, she didn't drink in the beautiful city like she had a dozen times before. Instead, she stared ahead blankly.

Once they pulled into the private runaway, Gideon motioned for her to get on the plane followed by four of his securities. Sebastian was already laying back on his seat on the jet, eye mask protecting him from direct light. He didn't bother to greet anyone, not even Gideon who gave him a scowling look. He may not have seen it but he felt it hence the smug smile appearing on his face.

The jet took off later than expected to Gideon's annoyance. He didn't like being late.

Sebastian threw off his eye mask and like they always do, him and Gideon began working again. Rory merely watched, her eyes darting between the laptop and Gideon's deeply concentrated face.

She hated that they had something to occupy themselves with when she didn't. It wasn't entirely her fault since Gideon had taken away nearly all of her options. He only left what he wanted - play the role of his wife and the mother of his children.

She was dreading it. Praying silently, she looked forward to her next period.

For the first time, Rory didn't fall asleep on the jet. She was exhausted by all means, just couldn't sleep. They all had lowered their seats enough so that it was comfortable to sleep in and the lights had been switched off except for the illuminated signs. Gideon was fast asleep beside her. She observed his sleeping from, he was tensed apparent by the way his jaw was clenched and his hands balled into a fist.

He looked like he was ready to fight someone even deep in slumber.

She averted her eyes and tucked her knees to her chest, staring blankly at the walls of the plane. A wave of depression flooded her insides and she desperately clang onto her tears. She wasn't going to cry in fear she'd wake everyone up.

~*~

Hours later they returned to Medellín and were greeted by María and Juan, along with Luci and Cielo. Rory's stomach twisted at their expression - they knew what he did to her. She lowered her gaze in shame and embarrassment. Their pitiful stares were burning her skin.

After the warm welcomes, Rory dismissed herself and headed for her room. Once the door closed behind her, she sighed in relief. Just a thin barrier between them and her was enough to let her feel a sense of calmness.

They had all stared at her in question, perhaps wanting to her ask if she was alright. It became to overwhelming thus she left.

However, her comfort in insolation was interrupted by no other than Gideon. He was as big and as wide as the doorframe, standing there with an emotionless expression. He pinned her down with those cold dark eyes and stalked to her position on the bed.

"What is the matter with you?" He asked as he began removing the pieces of his suit. He noticed that sullen expression had been on her face since they left Singapore.

There was a lot wrong with her but she kept her mouth shut.

"I'm just jet lagged." She lied, averting her eyes from his gaze.

He sent her a twisted grin, removing the last piece of clothing that only left her in his boxers. He sensed the lie the moment it left her mouth though, he intended to use it to his advantage. Hence, shrugged it off.

He pushed her against the mattress, settling his erection against her core.

"Let me fuck it out of you." He murmured against her collarbone.

And he did, shredding her clothes with his hands like they were merely paper. He entered her without preparing her pussy and she twisted in pain.

The evil glint in his eyes told her he was still angry about the stunt she pulled back at the penthouse. She swallowed - she won't be able to get away this time, especially with the way he caged her in with his body. She was at his mercy. A trapped animal awaiting to be fed to the hungry predator.

He dipped his head and pressed a possessive kiss against her lips while he rocked his hips into her.

"You're mine."

She swallowed thickly, it was the truth and she can't avoid it any longer. Because, the more she denied it, the harder he hurt her.

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