Page 21 of His Brother's Wife
A thrill of danger and arousal flooded her as he pushed her roughly against the wall, his mouth harsh against hers. He spread her legs with his foot. “Open them wide for me, woman.”
She did, grinning, and his cock, huge and swollen, thrust hard into her. His fingers bit into her skin as his teeth did the same to her shoulder. She gasped at the pain, but clawed his back with her fingernails, urging him deeper into her. He tumbled her to the floor and pressed her knees to her chest, driving himself into her as hard as he could, almost violent in his actions. Ama screamed her pleasure to him, calling out his name over and over, urging him to be rougher. He slammed her hands to the cool tile with his, growling his need for her, his cock plowing deeper and faster with every stroke until she came explosively, her whole body shaking violently. Enda pulled out and came on her skin, creamy cum spattering over her belly and breasts. His thumb delved deep into her navel, finger fucking her as he bit down on her nipples, then crushed his lips against hers until she tasted blood.
It was feral, animal, and they tore at each other as they fucked. Enda thrust into her perfect ass, hooking her legs over his shoulder. “God, you’re so goddamn beautiful, Ama, I could spend my life just fucking you over and over and over again …”
Ama came quickly, quivering and shuddering. “Enda …please …nail me to the floor. Fuck me everywhere …”
And they did. They spent all night fucking each other in every room in the villa, even the tiny utility room. Ama sat on the washer as Enda thrust into her again and again.
By the time dawn came, they were sated and exhausted. This time, Ama had no trouble falling asleep.
The same night, Raffaelo Winter was also having trouble sleeping. For some reason, although he and Inca had made love as usual—rapturous love—when she had fallen asleep, something was nagging at him too.
He got out of bed and went to get some water, staring out of the window over the Bay. Lights of the boats in the Bay bobbed around, and the night was serene.
But he felt something. Something was coming. Lurking in the shadows, waiting. Watching. He emptied the glass and went back to the bedroom. For a long moment, he stood at the door, watching his wife sleep. Her long, dark hair clouded around her on the pillow, her thick, dark lashes resting on her downy cheeks. Her beauty had always made him weak. The last ten years with her had made him happy beyond what he thought was possible.
And yet …
He was always that someone would try and take her away from him. Inca had survived so many attempts on her life—both offenders were thankfully dead now—but he was always tensed for the next attack. Her beauty attracted admirers and obsessives.
His mind flipped to his friends now. Enda and Ama had fitted seamlessly into their lives here, but the woman his friend had fallen in love with had a little too much in common with Inca for Raffaelo’s liking. Jackson Gallo was very much alive and well and was undoubtedly planning his revenge. And who knew who would be caught in the crossfire?
Yes, Raffaelo thought grimly. Something is coming.
And I know, I just know …nothing good can come of it …
San Francisco
Selima Rai picked her phone up and saw it was her sister calling. She glanced quickly at the sleeping man beside her and scooted gently out of bed. She went into the living room, slipping into Chase’s t-shirt before she answered the call. “Hey, sis.”
“Hey, I didn’t wake you, did I?”
“Not at all.”
“Why are you whispering?” Ama sounded amused and Selima chuckled.
“Hot guy asleep in next room.”
“Good work.” Ama laughed. “Sorry to call so early. I always forget the time difference.”
“I don’t care. It’s lovely to hear your voice. How are you?”
“Beyond good. How’s your program going?”
Selima was studying for her Master’s degree in criminology and was loving every day, even though it was hard work. “Good, darling, really. I like my tutors a lot; they’re more like friends at this point.”
“Suck up.”
Selima laughed. “You know it. God, Ama, I miss you.”
“Oh, me too, boo. So much. When your semester is over, promise me you’ll come to Italy?”
Selima smiled into the phone. “Try and stop me.”
Ama seemed to hesitate then. “How is your protection working out?”
Selima’s smile faded. “So far, so good. They’re very discreet, but still …I could do without them. I have Chase now.”
