Page 60 of The Mafia's Bride
Jesus Christ.I’ve been waiting for days.
Lex pulls out, and before I can ask where he’s going, he drops to his knees behind me. His cock is replaced with his tongue, sucking my clit into his mouth, teeth raking over the sensitive flesh.
I shout out, body arching against the sudden onslaught. “Lex! What are you?—”
“I needed to taste you,” he murmurs against flesh, sucking my drenched lips into his mouth. “I couldn’t waste this chance to have my mouth on you again.”
Not giving me a chance to recover, or halt him, his tongue swirls and laps against me, diving into my pussy with earnest.
Like he fucks, Lex is brutal with his mouth. He doesn’t stop to sample but dives into me, taking everything for himself. He’s memorizing me, so that he can remember this for a later date. My taste is his heaven and he’s worshiping me on his knees reverently.
Soon, I’m riding against his mouth, chasing my third orgasm of the night, looking for him to bring me there again.
“That’s it, ride my face, baby. Soak me. God, you’re fucking perfect like this, spread wide, my tongue inside of you. Cum for me, Sloane. Let me hear you scream my name.”
“Lex,” I breath, body going taunt again, even as I deny it. “I can’t?—”
He adds one finger, then a second, filling me so completely that my orgasm crests with a ferociousness I’ve never felt. “Yes, you can, menace. Fucking cum,” he growls, and he twists his wrist, tongue flicking my clit as if it belongs to him.
And at this point, it does. My entire body is nothing more than his toy, being brought to heights I’ve never experienced.
I yell his name again, orgasm crashing into me suddenly, body dropping against the car, legs shaking.
He licks me languidly, tasting my release, not daring to move away. “Fucking perfect,” he praises and my cheeks blush hard.
I glance back, pushing up to see his slacks stained with his cum.
He winks at me, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, chin glistening. “I couldn’t help it. You tasted too good to stop it.”
He came from just getting me off? My blush grows and my mouth drops in surprise.
He pulls me up, tugging me back into place. “Let’s go home.”
24
LEX
After fucking Sloane to near unconsciousness, I had slept soundly with my wife in my arms, her lush curves pushing against me. It felt right, finally having her slumbering next to me, her red hair surrounding me while roses lulled me to sleep. She belonged there, where I could keep her safe.
I awoke early to care for her scabbed finger. The cut was superficial—I didn’t want to permanently maim her—but I certainly wanted it to sting if she tried to take my ring off her finger. Sloane slept like the dead, light snores echoing in the room as I cleaned her wound, dressed it and made sure the tracking device was still embedded in the band.
Just because she finally agreed to stay last night, doesn’t mean she still won’t try to flee. I’m just not going to let her.
Before I left for the club, to look over incoming shipments and check on business as usual, even though the idea I had to leave my wife behind stirred something in my chest, I erased Danica’s information out of her phone and blocked it.
Knowing that wouldn’t keep the parasite away, I sent an incentive with Tony to her home the next morning. A few bundles of cash—according to my informants, Danica is hard up for money—and a fewextra bags of pills, to force her to forget about my wife. Tony said she took it like the addict I knew she was.
I didn’t kill her, as much as Sloane accuse me of—not because I couldn’t. I would and gladly. Taking a woman’s life wasn’t nearly the drawback as one would think. I didn’t kill her because I just didn’t want to hurt Sloane.
But I need Danica away from Sloane. I’ll do whatever tactic, underhanded or not, that will work to keep the cretin away and allow me to finally have Sloane to myself. She’s a bad influence and she’s ruining my chances of this marriage working, by helping Sloane thwart this arrangement and fight me. Without her around, Sloane is more likely to finally give in—fully.
When I get to the office, it’s boring and dull, more paperwork and follow-ups on leads that are panning nowhere. It’s hard to focus on the mundane, because all I can think about is Sloane. It’s easy to remember her bent over my car, but it’s the way she promised to stay that’s taken hold of my heart.
I’ve never been such a goner for one woman before. I never thought I would be forher.
It takes considerable effort to zone in on the daily business life that keeps us looking legitimate to the police and the bullshit from the missing cargos. I know I need to find it, find the rat before Ace’s stuff comes in, but I am lost to the images of my wife, home in my bed to care.
It’s late in the day when I finally have a moment to return home. Zia Maria’s kind face hovers over the steaming homemade bread. The warm scents of fresh baked rosemary focaccia and strong black coffee float around me, washing away the chill of the late hour.
