Page 78 of Souls and Sorrows

Even if it was just a graze. Here, I didn’t think the man I married had a truly violent bone in his body, sadistic jewelry aside, but it seems as though I’ve completely underestimated him.

Any other night, I could probably deal with the teasing and questions, but after everything that’s happened, I just don’t want to right now.

I want to feel, not think.

Wrapping my fist around his base, I let out a long breath, reveling in the sheer size of him. I’ve gotten a couple of looks at it before, but holding it is an entirely different ball game. My thumb and pinkie just barely touch, and I push against the purple vein running up the curved underside, my insides coiling like hot metal as I think about pushing it all inside of me.

Cash’s thumb comes up, swiping at the corner of my mouth. Blood from where my ring connected with him earlier is still smeared across his cheek, and I’m tempted to lick it off, if only to remind myself that he’s human.

“Someone’s hungry. Been a while?”

“Well, you haven’t been fucking me. My hand and a dildo can only do so much.”

“Toys?” His eyes gleam, like he’s a kid in a candy shop. “Interesting.”

“You say that a lot.”

“I’m easily fascinated.”

Humming, I dip my head and press the flat of my tongue under the crown, pumping slowly with my hand. Cash hisses through locked teeth, and when I take the head between my lips, he snatches the gun away.

“Hey!” I complain, pulling back.

“I will do anything you want,” he breathes, double-checking that the safety is on before tossing the gun to the floor and grabbing a fistful of my hair. “Just put me back in your mouth.”

Desperation laces his voice, making him sound needy and strained, and my core clenches hard. Desire flushes through me, heating my skin, and I suck on the insides of my cheeks to collect my saliva before letting it pool out over his tip and my fingers.

Gripping tight, I keep my eyes on his as I dive back in, using my spit to glide my hand more easily. I press a couple of kisses along the crown, then close my lips around him, swirling and sucking until he’s yanking on my hair and struggling for composure.

Pre-cum explodes on my taste buds, salty and distinctly him, and I push my head farther, breaching the back of my throat with his length. Breathing deep, I concentrate on how good it feels to be doing this, how goodhefeels, and let out a little moan as my pussy pulses wantonly.

“Fuck,” Cash bites out, dropping his head back on the seat. His eyes remain open as I bob up and down, massaging his shaft with my tongue, and I realize he must be watching from the mirror on the ceiling. “Take it all, sweet girl. Swallow me down.”

His hand pushes slightly, starting to guide my movements, and I redouble my efforts, unwilling to let him take charge of this right now. If he does, I’ll lose my agency. I’ll start to think about everything—Papà, my fight with Elena, and the fact that it’s clear someone knows what happened to the Tallericos—and I can’t deal with any of that at the moment.

I don’t want to.

I just want this. Me on my knees, making my husband come.

“So good,” he grunts, and I notice his hips are moving a little, rising to meet my strokes. One of his hands comes under me, kneading the soft flesh of my breast. “You look radiant on your knees, barely able to squeeze my cock into your tight little throat. Who knew my wife would have such a glorious mouth?”

Popping off of him, I take my free hand and cup his balls, rolling them in my palm. “Quite a few people actually—”

His chin snaps down, and he digs his fingers into the back of my skull, shoving his cock all the way to the back of my throat. Moisture dampens the insides of my thighs, and I can’t hold in the moan that reverberates through my chest with the rough treatment.

“Let’s table thepast loversconversation,” he says dryly, pushing so my lips are flush with his pelvis.

I breathe slowly through my nostrils, though the act grows more difficult, the longer he keeps me there.

“I don’t have time to go around, shooting everyone who’s ever touched you.”

The possession in his voice and grip on my hair send sparks of liquid ecstasy through me, tangling my nerves into tiny, impenetrable knots. Cash’s authority feels different from the other people I’ve been with in my life; with them, I was a simple piece of property. Something to use as collateral, or bargaining, or when they needed to get off.

But with Cash, it’s just… different. Maybe because I’ve known from the start that he just wanted Ricci Inc., and we’re only now beginning to delve into that carnal place, but still. There’s something about the effort of resistance and watching someone’s defenses crumble when they realize they want you too.

And after tonight, fake marriage or not, there’s no denying Cash Primrose wants me.

Even if he isn’t supposed to.

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