Page 26 of Stolen Bride

He taps my ass. “Our bedroom.”

“Our bedroom,” I repeat, biting down on my bottom lip, blushing in the process.

“So fucking sexy. The tour can wait. I need to strip you bare and finally claim you. It’s been two days, and I can’t wait any longer.” He scoops me up in his strong arms, carries me upthe stairs like a madman, and rushes into a bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him.

“You weren’t kidding.”

“Don’t joke about anything, Stella,” he growls, voice thick and heavy with need. He sets me down before taking the ties to my robe and tugging them free. The silk falls to the floor, pooling at my feet.

He pulls out a knife, eyes darkened with an angry glint to them. “These have to go. You wore them for someone else.”

I shake my head, staring at those dangerous, territorial orbs. “No, I wore them for you.”

His brows raise, questioning me. “What?”

“I hoped you’d come.”

“What if I hadn’t?”

“He was never going to see me in them.” I remember the bag and the bottle. Swallowing hard, I put that sick thought out of my head because he came and there was no need for my plans.

“Then, my wife, strip for me. Show me what you have for your husband. I’ve stolen you, and I want you to show me what I get.” He tucks the blade away in a drawer next to the bed before sliding off his suit jacket, and then he sits on the bed in front of me. “Now, Mrs. Valentino. It’s time to show me what I don’t deserve but have taken with sinful pleasure.”

I should be nervous, but Damiano makes me feel alive, and I’ll do whatever I can to get that high again and again. Arching my throat, I tilt my head, letting it roll once as I pull out the pin Gracie put in my hair and let the rest of my hair cascade over my shoulders.

He groans. “Fuck.” His cock twitches in his gray slacks, so he undoes his belt, opening the top button.

I bite my lip and then reach in front where my bra clasp is and pop it open. My decently large breasts spill free, and he lets out a rapid succession of curses and praises while removing his clothes. I’m heated all over as I brush my hands over my chest and work lower down to my panties.

I don’t get to slide them down before he’s on me, lifting me onto the bed and setting me on my back with his strong body pinning me to the mattress. Our mouths meet in a frenzied kiss, lips connecting hard and fast, tongues sliding inside and dancing together with heated need. My hands thrust into his short black hair, tugging and pulling, turning his head all around while he grinds his hips forward. Then he suddenly pushes off me.

“What?”

“I need to eat your sweet cunt. It’s been on my mind since we met, and I won’t stop until I have that hot slit on my tongue. You only gave me a taste before you ran from me. I would have spread you wide and devoured your sopping wet cunt until you were screaming my name that night.” I hadn’t wanted to leave. I dreamed about him eating me out over and over again, sliding his tongue across my sensitive nub while I begged him to let me come.

Snaking his broad body down my tiny one, he looks up at me, eyes darker and mouth curling up with a wicked smirk. “Mine.” The one word is all I need to feel another gush of fluid slide between my lower lips. He cups my breasts, running his tongue along the underside of each one before working his way to his goal. My hungry husband wants my pussy so bad; he grips my panties and with a quick tug, they’re torn right off.

“Oops.”

“I don’t have any clothes,” I remind him.

“Good. You naked is a gorgeous sight.” His voice gets deeper, and my slit gives another pearl of liquid for him to drink up. I can’t hide my desire for this man. Damiano grabs my calves and parts my thighs, settling his upper body right between them. “You smell so damn good, baby girl.” He runs his nose along my mound before his mouth latches onto my pussy, and I arch my back right off the mattress, springing upward.

“Oh my God.”

He chuckles and says, “God’s not here. The devil only. I’m going to hell for corrupting an angel.”

“Yes, that’s right. Dame. Oh.” I cling to the sheets for dear life. My feet dig into the mattress as I feel him push a finger into me. His thick tongue flattens over my hole, hitting every sensitive spot. “I’m going to come.”

“Come for me, Angel. Come on my tongue.”

He pumps his finger into me, then adds a second one and I’m losing my head, shaking. I grab his head, pressing his face into my pussy, rubbing it while I scream his name. My thighs shake as I orgasm wildly. This is so much more intense than the first time, and then he slowly rises up, looking dark and dangerous.

“Stella, are you ready to give your husband that tight pussy?”

“Yes.”

“Wife, answer me properly.”

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