Page 87 of Vicious Heir

“What happened to my father. You saw him at the end.”

“You think it’s genetic?”

“I think it’s likely. And even if I don’t get the exact same kind of dementia, I’ll have an ugly and violent end sooner or later. I was nearly gunned down by a man I considered family. My life is always going to be dangerous,amore mio. You don’t want a man like me.”

She seems surprised. “That’s not true.”

“I’m telling you it is.” I release her hair. “You’re good, Lucy. You’re a decent person. You’re not from my ugly world. You’re lightness and brightness. You’re a feather, and I’m a rusty iron knife. I’m just going to drag you down.”

“Stop it.” She grabs my face roughly and makes me look at her. “Why are you talking like this all of a sudden?”

“Because I’ve been thinking this since we got married. I’m a black hole, Lucy. I don’t want to corrupt you any more than I already have.”

She leans in and crushes her mouth to mine. Fuck, that kiss nearly breaks me. I should shove her off. I should throw her to the floor and command her to leave me alone. I was nearly killed by my own family. Why would she want anything to do with me now?

But instead, she turns until she’s straddling me, hips grinding down against my stiffening cock. Even here, in my bleakest and lowest moment, I still want her despite everything. I should run and leave her alone. I should give her space and maybe let her find a new life outside of this hell.

Instead, I drag my tongue across her lips and crush my mouth tighter to hers.

I’m a weak man.

And she’s my drug.

All I can do is crave her. Every part of me breaks when she’s in the room.

And if she wants me? There’s nothing in the world that will keep me from her.

She moves her hips, sliding herself against my hard cock. It’s like iron between her soft thighs. I growl into her mouth, making her whimper as I suddenly stand, passion driving me like a monster.

I shove my desk clear. Fuck everything. Fuck the world. There’s only Lucy, my wife, my sunshine, and my light. I sit her down, and she wraps her legs around me, whimpering and moaning, making greedy, beautiful fucking noises as she hurriedly tries to unbuckle my belt.

I help her, ripping my fly open. Her hands fumble at my dick and get it free, stroking me roughly. I grab her hand and spit into it, her eyes going wide, and she rubs her palm against my tip. “That’s a good girl,” I purr as she strokes me. “Now use your mouth, baby.”

She leans forward as I grip her hair and sucks me. She pulls back once it’s wet and strokes me again, and now I’m stripping her.I’m in a frenzy, a desperate, mindless rush of desire. All my pain disappears the moment I kiss her neck and rip off her bra only to find her nipples are pink and stiff. I lick them and suck them hard, making her gasp in surprise as I squeeze her breasts, biting and nipping.

“All fucking mine,” I moan as I yank off her pants. She lifts her hips, breathing hard. Her lips are swollen and lovely. Her nipples are red from my lashing. I squeeze her cheeks and bite her as I slip a hand between her legs. Now she’s naked, glorious, and perfect, and she drips like honey into my palm.

“Mine,” I say again, sliding my fingers deep inside her. She gasps, moaning and grinding into my palm as I tease her like that. “My wife. My future. You should fucking run from me.”

“But I’m not going to,” she says, gasping and making the most obscene noises I’ve ever heard in my life. “I don’t want to go anywhere, Adriano. I just want you.”

I can’t stand it anymore. I guide the tip of my cock against her soaking little pussy and glide myself inside. I need to be in her, I need to feel her wetness wrapped around my shaft. I need her like plants need sun, like soil needs rain. I fill her with my iron cock, thrusting deep to the hilt, making her stretch and gasp as her back arches.

“Adriano,” she moans. “Oh my god, I need you so badly.”

“I need you too.” I shiver as I thrust into her silky pussy. “I dream about you all the time, my wife. I obsess over the color of your nipples after I suck them raw. I picture your puffy pussy after I’ve fucked it into submission. I think about your smell, your moans, everything about you. I can’t help myself. Youshould get the fuck away from me, but there’s no way in hell I’ll ever let you go.”

I fuck her like a monster then. One hand grips her hair and the other holds her hip. Her legs are wrapped like steel around my middle, and she’s supporting herself with her hands. Pens, papers, and books get scattered onto the floor as I wreck her. I fill her over and over, making her scream in ecstasy. Her pussy grips me so tight I could stop breathing right now and not miss it, so long as I’m in her forever. I fill her again and again, letting all my sadness go, letting all the broken pieces of me fade away to nothing.

Right now, like this, I can be whole. I can see a future for me with Lucy by my side. It won’t be perfection. It won’t even be safe or good or holy. But it’ll be ours, and that’ll be more than enough. Lucy, my bride, my goddess, my everything. I worship in her. I pray deep between her legs. And when she finally screams my name, arches her back, grinds against me desperately, and comes like a flood, I feel myself filled with something close to a holy light.

“My fucking wife,” I snarl as I grip her and fuck her as her eyes roll back. “All fucking mine. Every shattered piece of you. Every messy inch of your body. You’re fucking mine, you good fucking girl.”

I release inside her. I can’t help myself. I finish as I moan, shivering and shaking, coming like a tidal wave. We move together, slowing down the pace, until we’re holding each other desperately. I collapse back into my chair and pull her with me. She’s naked and glorious as I grip her in my arms.

“Feel better?” she whispers, and I can feel her smiling against my chest.

“Much better when you’re with me.”

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