Page 58 of The Mafia's Bride
I want freedom and my choice, but Lex is offering…
“Do I disgust you?”
He rears back as if struck. Cradling my face into his gloved hands, he searches my eyes, looking for my meaning without asking. Seeing things that I’ve kept hidden.
“I take it Ferguson didn’t appreciate your fondness for women.”
My cheeks redden even in the dark night, embarrassment washing over me. “The appropriate term was ashamed. He had a nasty temper and sometimes...” I trail off, but Lex gets my meaning. He looks to my cheeks as if he can see the physical marks Ferguson left behind.
“Menace, if you want to fuck a woman, you just need to tell me.” He licks my bottom lip, inhaling my scent like a delicacy. “I’ll watch as you devour her pussy and fuck you from behind as you ride her face. You just tell me when. I’m not someone whose feelings get hurt by giving my wife the pleasure she needs. In any capacity that might be.”
If he was looking for another way to turn me on, he’s found it. My panties are uncomfortably damp and my knees are shaking with adrenaline.
Just the idea that he’s willing, that he wants me to enjoy every part of myself, without judgement, without shame, is enough to lower all defenses. To allow me to see things differently.
“Just tell me. Will you stay?”
It’s a simple question, one I can fight against. I can shove away his desire, his concern, his acceptance of my tastes and wants. I’m sure I could find another man so understanding or so willing to give me what I need.
“Yes,” I say slowly, hands planting on his chest. It’s the first time I’ve touched him, felt the hardness of his body, the firmness hidden under clean clothing and expensive taste.
His face turns youthful in awe, looking all over my body with unabashed desire, seeing me anew.
“I will happily submit to you,” he says quietly. “I belong to you as much as you belong to me, Sloane. That’s how this marriage will work. Do you understand that?”
Throat dry, I nod. “I do.” It’s the first time anyone has said they belong to me entirely. Or wanted to.
“Good. Because right now I’m going to fuck you like you’re my own personal fucktoy.” He steps back, discarding his jacket onto the roof of his car. “Take off your panties and get in the fucking car, little menace.”
23
SLOANE
Lex’s BMW 3.0 CSL Hommage is a tight fit for a girl my size with its twin bucket seats and no back room. But Lex doesn’t think that through.
I don’t think he’s really considering anything right now. His pupils are blown, and he’s looking at me like he’s going to drag me to hell and enjoy his time there with me.
I shift my hips, letting my panties fall to the ground around my sharp heels. The fishnet-type dress leaves little to the imagination and cool air caresses my damp flesh, causing me to tense.
“This is how it’s going to go,” he says softly, but it’s full of command. Lust and desire and something else I can’t place are so thick, they’re threatening to break his tight control. I see it in the way his jaw clenches, how his eyes never leave mine. “If we were home, I’d take my precious time and make this body quiver and leave you in a puddle of my cum. Then I’d make you clean every last drop up with this fucking brutal mouth.” His words are having their intended effect. I rub my thighs together to offset the throbbing.
“Here, it leaves less to style and more to action.” His gloved hands grab my hips, crushing my flesh between hungry palms. They’ll havehis marks in the morning, and I like it. “You’re going to do exactly as I say. If you do, menace, you’ll get to cum harder than you’ve ever dreamed of before. Understand?”
I dart my eyes down the deserted street. We aren’t tucked away from prying eyes, or hidden behind a home. We’re on one of the busiest sections in an area that’s always full of walking drunks or coeds looking to bar hop. Anyone can see.
Anticipation runs through me, tampered by apprehension.
“Can you follow my orders, Sloane?”
Licking my lips, I throw away that last bit of unease and steel my resolve. I’ve been dying for him to touch me, for days, weeks. I would do this in the middle of the main street in broad daylight if he asked me.
“I will.”
“Such a good fucking whore,” he purrs, face pressed into the side of my neck. “Ready to do whatever I ask to get my cock, isn’t that right?” I tremble as his filthy words undo something in me. No one’s ever spoken to me like this.
He grabs my hair, fingers pulling me toward the car door. “Bend over, Sloane. Let me see that dripping pussy.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I grab the console, baring my ass to the night air. Soft leather grips my ass cheeks, kneading me reverently.
