Page 81 of His Nephew's Ex
Our eyes stay locked as she begins to sway her hips. Rocking her dripping slit against the base of my length.
Her orgasm builds in achingly slow waves. First, a tremor runs the length of her body. Next, her gorgeous tits bounce and sway. Her fingers begin to work quickly on her still swollen clitoris, coaxing her to some new cliff, and I watch the sheer lust roil across her features.
Until finally, she’s there, on her clifftop. Exactly like the needy queen that she is.
She’s radiant and dark and pale and gorgeous. In this moment, nothing is more beautiful than she is. Mystellina.My new queen.
My world.
The climax takes her gently at first. A slow tremble, then a powerful rolling wave that has her thighs tightening, breasts straining, ass contracting as she rocks and sways against the base of my cock, still buried inside her.
Her pleasure overwhelms me in ways I never expected. My mouth hangs open in shock, and nothing has surprised me in decades.
How does she do that to me? How does this petite force of nature break the Silver Devil with wild abandon?
“Take all of me,” I demand.
“You’re already mine.” She purrs.
And it’s true.
My body, money, power. Even my heart and soul now belong to her forever.
“And you are mine,” I growl, my hands locking on her hips, pulling her down against me, absorbing the contractions that are threatening to send her over the edge.
“And I am yours,” she gasps, her head falling back, her body losing control.
She quivers like an electric wire connected to a live current, shivering with sensation from toes to tits, perfect and primal.
And then, on a gorgeous, perfect, shuddering groan, we both finally let go.
26
Loriana
The morning light streams through our bedroom windows as I watch Simeone adjust his tie, his movements sharp with the kind of focused energy that usually means someone’s about to have a very bad day. He’s trying to keep the mood light, but now that the wedding’s over, his usual worries have come back with full force.
“So,” I say, setting down my tea cup, “what happens to Flavio now?”
“Now? Now he becomes what he always should have been—a problem to be eliminated from the succession entirely.”
The casual way he discusses removing his former nephew from the family hierarchy makes something cold settle in my stomach. This is the Silver Devil I married—the man who solves problems with absolute finality.
“You’re talking about cutting him off completely.”
“I’m talking about ensuring our child’s inheritance isn’t threatened by a pretender with no legitimate claim.” He turns from the mirror. His eyes lock on mine. “The Codella legacy belongs to our bloodline now,stellina.Not to some bastard who’s been masquerading as family for over two decades.”
The possessive satisfaction in his voice when he saysour childsends heat curling through my chest despite the gravity of what we’re discussing. But underneath the warmth runs something that might be concern.
“Simeone,” I stand and move toward him, noting how his gaze tracks every movement. “Maybe you should think about this decision for a few more days. Make sure you’re not acting purely out of rage.”
“Rage?” His smile is sharp. “This isn’t rage,moglie mia. This is justice. This is correcting twenty years of misplaced loyalty.”
“This is also potentially signing a death warrant for someone you raised as your own son.” I frame his face with my hands, feeling the tension thrumming beneath his skin. “Blood or not, you loved him once. That has to count for something.”
For a moment, something flickers in his expression. Then his jaw hardens with resolve.
“What counts is protecting what’s mine. You. Our child. The empire I’ve built.” His hands cover mine, warm and steady. “But you’re right about one thing—I should consider all the implications before making final arrangements.”
