Page 36 of Hostile Bond
She faces forward, the curve of her lower back tight against my boner. Her head settles on my shoulder and a flyaway strand of her hair tickles my cheek.
“How many days?” she asks.
“Five at the most, and it’s all under control. Then once I’m back where I belong and fucked you raw to make up for lost time, we’ll welcome your mother into our new home.”
I skim my fingertips over her belly button and relish the shiver it brings her. Goosebumps shower her silky flesh, and she sighs. Matheus wanders off, stalking to the firepit where one of the girls had unhooked her bra and dropped it into the flames.
Leaning into the side of my wife’s face, I mutter, “I want to rip out your heart and lock it away, so it will always be mine.”
The weight of her body against my stomach reaches right through the skin, melting my bones.
“Charming…” She shifts to get comfortable. “You don’t need to rip it out when it already belongs to you, Dré.”
The sound of her girly giggle turns my boner into an unholy strength of steel, as if crafted by the Greek smithing god, Hephaestus. She squeezes my arm and angles her face to see me better. “You know you do. I was the one who saidI love youfirst, remember?”
“You’re so competitive.” I chuckle, nuzzling my nose in her hair as my fingers discreetly slip under the button on her leather pants. She tilts her pelvis into my hand. “Let’s see if your love makes you wet...”
In a heartbeat, my hand retreats to make light work of unfastening her button and lowering the zipper to give me better access. Music competes with laughter, muffling the hypnotic rolling waves and nocturnal wildlife. Rather than my usual display of public exhibitionism, with her knees raised, no one can see what I’m doing to her. It’s getting me off.
Matheus cuffs a naked woman’s throat and crashes his mouth over hers. It’s about to get hot and sizzling by the seaside. And now with my wife here, I'm ready to play.
My own dark desires are turbocharged, hungry to explore her slippery wet heat. I bring my hand back to the opening of her pants, and slot it inside, possessively cupping her bare pussy and squeezing hard. “My dirty little wife isn’t wearing panties?”
“They only get in the way,” she replies breathlessly.
“Nothing gets in my way.”
Not even Frankie Sapori or Scott Acer.
Before I had met this woman, I looked at the world through the eyes of a man who didn’t give a damn about commitment and now it's the only thing I want more than power. All I can focus on is her. Her vanilla and coconut scented fragrance, the rhythm of her heart thudding on top of mine, and the adrenaline sparking from my wandering touch.
I nip her earlobe with my teeth at the same time as I roughly slide a finger through her warm, damp folds. She groans and wiggles her hips. Continuing to take my time, she seemingly enjoys this open air finger fuck with every quick rise and fall of her lungs.
“Want me to make you come while you watch those girls parade around the fire, knowing they don’t appeal to me—that only this tight cunt of yours keeps me coming back for more?” My voice is thick and hoarse, my breath laced with liquor.
She whimpers when I hook a finger and drive it inside her, the heel of my hand rubbing her swollen clit.
“Remember when I said I wanted to be your equal?” Her words rush out in a flurry of hunger and impatience.
“‘Uh-huh.” I hum into the side of her face, causing her to swear under her breath and rock her ass into the movement of my probing finger.
“Well… I…” she struggles to speak, panting when I apply more pressure. “I’m going to take Frankie’s throne… and everything he owes Mammy and me. I’m jumping into the darkness of your world with you as my parachute, Dré.”
I’m lava and ice. Awestruck and terrified. Her decision wasn’t an easy one to make, but she’d chosen courage. As much as it pleases me, it also places a fresh target on her back. Sapori had plenty of enemies too, which makes them hers. But the Souzas don’t shy away from the spotlight, nor do we bow down to scum. Now that we’re united internationally with Sicily, it will bring us greater strength.
“This bond of ours is stronger than the iron thrones we sit on. You’re a part of me… the daring to my danger, the sexy to my rough… the peace within my chaos.” I chuckle into her ear, recognizing how I sound like a dick-whipped asshole.
And then it happens. The hedonistic spark between us electrocutes her. Already snug inner walls clamp around my fingers. Leather clad legs that are bent at the knees straighten when her shoulders barge into my chest. As she surrenders to the pre-fuck orgasm, I inhale all of her into my soul and decide it’s time to claim all of her.
Unsettling our position, I declare, growling next to her face, “Now it's time for a little game, Wifey. I’ll count to five.”
“What for?” She says, panting, still coming down.
“For you to run. Wherever I catch you is where I’ll fuck you. If you don’t run, I’ll take you right here by the fire pit.”
One of the stray girls hurls champagne into the fire, causing the ferocious flames to blaze higher as if they’re a warning shot from Hell to the heavens.
Sinéad angles her face to see me better, her eyes catching orange flecks like a cosmic collision. “What if I choose not to run, Hotshot? Isn’t that a breach of your rules—to never run away from you?”
