Page 59 of Unbound

Things were eerily quiet on the limo ride back to the hotel. He and Nino sat there with a tub of baby wipes and wiped blood off calmly, as if they’d done this a hundred times.

We didn’t touch; he didn’t look at me. He stared out the window, his chin resting on his palm, elbow propped up on an armrest built into the door. I sat, my hands in my lap, the rest of me numb.

In addition to sore ribs, I was vaguely aware of soreness on my lips, likely from where that guy had smacked me in the mouth.

Nino and Will got out of the limo first, Nino taking a grocery bag filled with the used wipes with him.

“What’s going on?” Tess asked.

“Nino’s making sure we’re safe to go up.”

Nino was back a few minutes later, leading us inside.

Back inside the suite, Tommy said, “Get to sleep, if you can, girls.”

He kissed my mouth and then put his lips to my forehead and held me there for a second. He let go and tucked my hair behind my ear.

“I’m gonna check on Dex, Johnny, find out about everything. Go to bed. We’ll probably head home a few hours after we wake up.”

Tessa grabbed me and hugged me and then she hugged her brother.

“Thank you,” she said into his chest.

He kissed the top of her head. She wandered toward her bedroom.

Sarah poked her head out of one of the doors and by the look on her face I knew she could tell we hadn’t had your average night out.

“They’ve been in bed since 8:30. No worries, Tessie.” She looked to us. “You need anything, youze guys?”

“Naw, Sarah, go back to sleep,” Tommy said gently and walked to the kitchenette area and started washing his hands.

I turned and woodenly walked to our bedroom and shut the door. I went into the ensuite, stripped, took a fast shower, brushed my teeth, put on a nightie, and climbed into bed.

What a night.

What a horrible night.

God, I hated Vegas.

Tommy was climbing into bed. I’d been sleeping. I don’t know how, but I fell asleep almost the second my head hit the pillow. I had a moment of feeling immensely grateful as my eyes drooped and I knew I wouldn’t have to lie there for hours mulling over theevents of the evening. I knew it’d come later, but I was grateful for the temporary reprieve.

“Eyes on me while I fuck you,” he demanded and I gasped in fear as he’d startled me.

I opened my eyes and squinted against the brightness of the room. The bedroom lights were on.

He’d had a shower; I could smell the soap on him. He pulled me from my side to my back and he was on top of me, dragging the nightie over my head, mumbling something about my clothes.

He looked at me darkly. I groggily rubbed my eyes.

“Huh?”

He started rubbing between my legs. His mouth closed around my nipple, he sucked hard, then let go and looked into my eyes again.

My clit buzzed.

“I want your eyes on me, Tia.” His fingers circled my clit, making me go wet, and then he was guiding his cock to me. I looked deep into those whisky eyes as my hands went to his shoulders.

By the look in his eyes I knew he needed me. The night we’d had? The fears? The stress? He needed me. I needed him, too. My husband, a man who murdered one and probably two men tonight was going to fuck me. Rough. My eyes fixed on my name on his chest. He loved me enough to put my name on his body, over his heart. He was moving to me as soon as that explosion happened. He was driven by his need to protect me.

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