Both Teresa and Gilberto stood in the kitchen, and when Gen nodded in their direction, they did the same, watching them leave. Gen didn’t say a word to her, not that she cared. She didn’t think she could hold a conversation as her body tensed with anxiety at what Genevieve had bought her. She’d hope it wasn’t another outlandish sex toy used to invade her body as a form of love shared between them.
Tremors almost overtook her, and, when they reached their bedroom, Gen turned, her face full of worry and her eyes cloudy with torment.
“Oh, dearling, I’m so ashamed about our argument we had this morning. You know how nervous I get right before the end-of-the-quarter meeting with my stockholders.” She waved as if the incident was of no real consequence.
She knew her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “I know full well how nervous you get. We all have our moments where things get the best of us.”
Gen gave her a warm smile, and, when she drew her in for a hug, Deborah went into her arms stiffly. She rested her head in the crook of Gen’s shoulder and closed her eyes.
It would be one of the last hugs she received from this woman.
“I love you so much. Please forgive me for the way I overreacted. I know you would never do anything to hurt me intentionally,” Gen whispered in an impassioned plea.
Like you’ve done to me time and again, to the point where I’ve wanted to kill myself? She remained unyielding in Genevieve’s arms.
Genevieve cupped Deborah’s face and placed her lips on hers. She waited for Gen’s tongue to slither in, as was her usual custom when she kissed her, but instead she left her lips on her own. Tears from Genevieve’s eyes fell and landed on Deborah’s cheeks. A watery sigh escaped Genevieve and, without stopping the kiss, she backed into the bedroom with Deborah in her arms.
When Genevieve finally released her, she went to sit on the bed. Gen stopped her and presented a dark-purple box. Her eyes widened, and she took it.
“Just a little something from me to you…as an apology.” Gen winced and tugged on her diamond earring when she spoke the last word.
“There’s no need for you to apologize. It’s all forgotten,” she said automatically and quickly opened the package. She covered her mouth upon seeing the risqué red-and-black lace negligee. “It’s…gorgeous.” I’ll look like a prostitute in this.
“Put it on,” Genevieve ordered softly, and Deborah reluctantly took off her pajamas. Gen’s eyes sparkled as she zoned in on the belly chain.
She lifted the velvet chemise over her head, tugged the tight fabric down, and sucked in her breath as it bunched around her hips. Finally, she pulled it over her thighs, but it rode up high, showing off the curve of her ass.
Gen held her hands to her face and laughed. “You’re so beautiful! Turn around in a circle.”
She turned around a few times. When she finished her third rotation, Gen walked over and linked their fingers together. She backed her to the oversized cream-colored chaise lounge in the corner near the window and made her sit.
Gen whispered something Deborah couldn’t catch as she knelt and slid her palms up her legs. She lightly scratched the top of her thighs with her nails and kissed her with more passion than before.
She fell back with Gen hovering over her on her palms, nipping and tugging on her lips. She barely found any enjoyment in the desperate kiss and whimpered in pain when she tasted blood. Gen wiped her lips with the back of her hand. Her eyes brightened and her tongue lapped gently at Deborah’s mouth.
“My poor darling has a cut on her lip? I hate to see you in pain. Does my special girl want me to kiss her someplace else to make it all better?” Gen asked in a babyish voice, and, with a wicked smile, dropped her face to Deborah’s stomach.
“Yes, please.” She stared up at the ceiling, lifting her arms over her head as Gen’s breath washed over her pussy and thighs. And when Gen began to lick and suck her cunt, and her sharp nails dug in her legs, she bowed her back and willed her body to enjoy Gen’s ministrations. She instantly went wet since a tongue and mouth, regardless of it being Gen’s, made her respond.
As Gen ate away at Deborah, the sounds of her mouth slurping and sucking loudly, she sighed at the same time—coming violently. Gen worked on her as she thought out her plan—the one she’d been making for a long time to escape from this monster who’d rather see her dead than allow her to leave alive.
CHAPTER FIVE
Deborah’s secret preparations over the past year would come to pass with Genevieve attending her stockholder meeting like she did twice a year. She’d stay overnight in Las Vegas, Friday to Saturday, without Deborah by her side. Genevieve didn’t want her to mingle with the businessmen and women Genevieve controlled, much as she did her wife.
As the sun rose on that Friday morning, Deborah made slow, tender love to Genevieve, knowing it would be the last time she’d ever kiss her, smell her, and feel her body on hers. No words were exchanged. She had no more to give. Genevieve’s jealous rages had destroyed anything special between them.
Now she waited on the front steps after sharing empty goodbye kisses and giving her fake promises and admissions of love. She kept her smile in place and waved as the limo left, taking Genevieve three hours away. Once she arrived at her destination, she’d call to make sure Deborah was there to receive her call.
She’d be in for quite the surprise. Deborah would be long gone, vanishing into thin air where Genevieve would never find her.
Gilberto came up beside her, silent as the car turned the corner and drove away on the main road. She finally released a sigh of relief then looked at the dark, brawny man standing beside her.
“Were you able to get everything you needed for my trip to town today?” she asked him.
He nodded. “The documents, including the directions you need, are in the backseat. Also, the funds you gave me on Tuesday were added to a special account only you can access.”
“And I can assume the funds I gave you and Teresa have been taken care of as well?” she asked.
“Yes, ma’am. You’ll be very pleased with how everything has panned out.”
She smiled up at him and nodded. “Very well. Why don’t you start the car while I go upstairs and get my purse? We can’t be late for my spa treatment.”
“Yes, Mrs. Murnay,” he responded stiffly, and she exited the house where Teresa waited, wiping her eyes with a tissue. She pressed a palm on the older woman’s cheek. The women stared at one another with tears in their eyes, and finally Deborah broke away and climbed the steps.
She went right into the bathroom where she knelt near the toilet and threw up her breakfast until she was dry heaving. Her nerves were at an all-time high and, once she left this house, she’d constantly be looking over her shoulder, for she was about to betray Genevieve in the worst possible way.
If Genevieve ever found her, she’d kill her.