Page 51 of The Mafia's Bride
“I understand that we’re married, but I still hate you. I still want a divorce.” His fingers instinctively hold me tighter, too afraid that I’ll slip away. “You don’t own people, Alessio. Not like this.” You don’t own their love.
He chuckles, breathing on to my clit and my hips buck. Goddammit, my body is a loaded gun, ready to go off with the slightest provocation.
“We’ll see, little menace.” His tongue laps at me again, fingersopening me wide to dart inside my pussy. He groans like he’s eating the most delicious fruit, plucked fresh for him.
I drop my head back, keeping my eyes trained on his face. This powerful man, who has killed, maimed, destroyed lives, is feasting on pussy like I’m his redemption and he’s taking it all for himself.
He pushes my knees further open, his expensive dress shirt scratching against my heated flesh as he sucks my clit into his mouth. I rear up, crying out at the sudden spike of pleasure.
My hand finds his hair, tugging him as he releases me.
He growls, enjoying it, my demand for more.
I move him to where I need him, and he lets me. He’s letting me lead him to my pleasure, taking the control from this man who needs to own me. The surge of authority makes my head swim and my body slowly unravels.
His tongue laps and swirls, spearing into all of me so that he’s not just tasting me, he’s devouring me like he promised. He’s tongue fucking every bit of my pussy, and my walls flutter, an orgasm coming on faster than I want.
My fingers curl into his thick hair, painfully digging into his scalp as I ride against his face.
He chuckles, his entire face pressed intimately into me. “That’s it, menace. Find your release. Use your husband’s face to find it.”
That orgasm rises swiftly as my head tosses back and forth.Husband.My mouth opens and I’m almost there.
But I have to say one last thing so he knows it’s not because he’s my husband giving me this pleasure. I earned it. Ideserveit.
“You still don’t own me,” I moan, body tightening. God, I’m so close, it’s like being handed the keys to Heaven.
“No?” He nips my clit, driving me higher still. “We’ll see about that when I do this.”
Abruptly he pulls away, and it takes me a full second to realize he’s left the bed entirely, moving far away toward the bathroom. He grips the wall, to stop him from returning to my side.
His copper eyes glow in the dark, a predator watching his prey.
My legs are still splayed, heart pounding in my chest andunbelievable pain grips me. Another denied orgasm. Another edging that has tears leaking from my eyes, hands slapping against the sheets like I’m a five-year-old in the midst of a tantrum.
“You son of a bitch!” I cry out, passion turned into burning rage. “You stupid, fucking bastard! How fucking dare you. You said?—”
His hand wretches my chin back, forcing me to meet his harsh eyes. Wrath potent enough to harm swirls in those amber orbs.
“You look so pretty when you cry,wife.” He seethes, a nasty smile drifting over his full lips. I have the urge to bite them again, to draw blood for the utter bullshit he’s left me in. “Tears ruining this beautiful mascara, lips smeared. A beautiful fucking mess. Just for me.”
“You said I could cum.” I hate how pitiful I sound. I’m begging him,my husband, for an orgasm.
Where’s the Sloane that used to pour sugar into a man’s gas tank because he dared to leave me? She’d be ashamed at this weakness, this convulsing bullshit.
“I did.” He nods slowly, rubbing his thumb across my chin. He’s smearing the lipstick further, painting me like he did with his cum earlier. “I also said you’d only think of me. And remember who you belonged to. You didn’t do that.”
“I listened. I didn’t shower?—”
“Do you want to come,amore?” His eyes flash, scanning my body. Pent up rage and fury make my limbs shake. The insatiable need to find my release ratchets up the anger until it’s all I can focus on, burning me whole. I’m going to claw his eyes out. “How badly do you need it?”
I clamp my mouth shut becausefuck him.
He wretches me closer, thumb hooking into my mouth to pull me up. His tongue licks my lip, darting in to taste against my tongue. He’s kissing me, holding my mouth wide so I can’t deny him or kiss him back. I taste myself on his tongue, and it infuriates me further.
He’s holding me like this so I can’t bite him. Because he knows once he gave me a chance, I’d snap.He knows me.
“Admit that you’re mine, that this is your home now, and I’ll give you as many orgasms as this perfect body can take.”
