Page 106 of The Worst Pucking Deal

“Asshole,” I hiss.

I let go of Sy’s hand and move closer. Morbid as it is, I want to commit this to memory. So I let my eyes wander over every inch of Fabian’s exposed skin. As I walk to the other side of the bench, I notice the slices on my ex husband’s exposed thigh. There are eight thinly sliced cuts, completely identical to the ones on my thighs. Without touching his body, which I’ll never do, I can only see one thigh, but I’m pretty sure the other one has matching cuts.

My eyes dart to my husband, and our gazes lock. I don’t need him to speak; this is his handiwork. Emotions I have trouble naming swell in my chest. Love, lust, hunger, awe… but above all, I’m overwhelmed.

“You did this for me,” I breathe. It’s not a question, so I’m not surprised when Sy doesn’t answer.

Since I woke up and was no longer loopy from the medication, I’ve asked what happened to Fabian. All Sy would tell me is that he was gone and could never hurt me again. Something in my husband’s voice made me stop, and instead of pushing for answers, I accepted his words. Now, as I look down at the man who tried to break me, I know without a shadow of a doubt that my ex husband was killed by my current husband.

“I’m ready to leave,” I say to Remus, still not taking my eyes off Sy. “I’m done with the past.”

Without a word, Sy throws his arm around my shoulders, and together, we walk back into the sunlight, leaving my past where it belongs; behind us.

“So,” Sy says as soon as we’re back in our room. “Are you ready to leave Russo and Carter behind and become Lucia Perry soon?”

Smiling up at him, I nod. “Yes, please.”

Out of all the things that happened, thinking I’d lost Sy was by far the worst. It helped me put things into perspective. Like, understanding what’s truly important. It’s not my last name, it’s not being by myself. It’s being with Sy; and starting our life together without lies or threats.

“I love you,” I murmur, my voice growing heavy as tiredness settles in me.

“Now and always, sweet bunny. Now and fucking always.”

Sawyer

A few weeks later.

“I’m not doing it.”

Laughing, my sweet… no, fuck that. My naughty bunny laughs and shakes her head. “Okay.”

Cocking an eyebrow, I reach for her, but she moves out of my reach. “Okay?” I grunt, knowing there’s no way it’s that easy.

“Mhmm,” she confirms. “You can stay home then. But I’m going.”

I groan and look up at her. “Tell me why,” I demand, not at all amused by this ambush she’s orchestrated.

She cocks her head to the side and slowly moves closer to the bed where I’m lying. “Do you want to discuss it now?” Her eyes trail down my naked body. “Why waste time talking when I could be sucking you off?”

My cock twitches and hardens on my leg. “You’re not being fair,” I accuse. Of course, I’d prefer having my wife choking on my cock, but that doesn’t mean we can ignore what she has in store for tomorrow.

Lucia scoffs. “What can I say, Sy? You deprived me of having your big dick in my mouth for almost a month. So you can’t fault me for creating the opportunities I need.” Winking, she strips out of her tank top and thong.

Instead of coming to me, she crooks her finger and beckons me over to her. I don’t hesitate; I get off the bed and walk over to where she’s waiting for me on her knees. “Naughty bunny,” I rasp. Then I tangle my fingers in her hair, pulling until she willingly shuffles to where I want her. Leaning against the wall, I cradle the back of her head. “Take my dick in your mouth, wife.”

Since we got back from Rome, my bunny has been insatiable. Not that she wasn’t before, but there’s an almost feralness and possessiveness to the way she wants me in her mouth at every opportunity. I can’t say I mind it since her blowjobs are to fucking die for.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan. She swirls her tongue around the crown, allowing her teeth to graze the sensitive head. It feels so fucking good I moan my approval. My bunny’s tongue darts around the rim, caressing every part of me inside her hot, wet mouth. “You love having my cock in your mouth, don’t you?”

She hums low in her throat, taking me further into her mouth. Her nails dig into my thighs as I move my hand to the nape of her neck, squeezing. “Yes,” she whines. It’s easy enough to hear, even if it’s somewhat muffled. “I love having your cock in my mouth. I love using my mouth to make you come.”

I let my head fall back against the wall, closing my eyes as I focus on how amazing it feels to have her worship me. “Fuuuuck!” I can barely stop myself from thrusting into her mouth when she creates suction, taking me in further.

My bunny hums again, the vibrations feeling amazing around my cock. Unable to stay still, I flex my hips. She pulls back, my cock slipping out of her mouth. There’s a single strand of saliva spanning from her lips to my dick as she looks up at me through her dark lashes. “Fuck my mouth,” she purrs.

Fuck. I love how greedy she is.

“Take my dick back in your mouth,” I rasp.

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