Page 34 of Descent into Madness

I run my hands up her thighs to where my cock is buried in her pussy. Slipping my thumb inside, I find her swollen clit. She jumps, dislodging my mouth from her breast as she moans my name. “Keep moving, sunshine,” I urge her. It’s too late, she comes with a sigh of my name as she wilts on my chest.

Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her tight. She buries her face in my neck. “I’m sorry.”

“I love watching you come. Don’t apologize. But now it’s my turn,” I warn her. Her giggle goes straight to my cock. Witch. Tightening my arms, I fuck up into her. There’s no more giggling, only moans. Damn it. I’m not ready to come. I want more, but my body needs to come right fucking now. She comes again, thank fuck. Her orgasm pulls my own from me as her pussy convulses around my cock.

“Oh god, I love how amazing it feels when you come inside me.” She moans as she slides her arms around my neck.

“Good, because I’m never wearing a condom again,” I warn her.

Her giggle is every fucking thing in this world. “I love it. I don’t want you to. I don’t want to move ever again,” is a sigh as she runs her hand over my chest.

“Sounds good to me. I’ll call down to the kitchen and have them bring something up. I’m getting hungry. I haven’t eaten since breakfast yesterday.” I don’t want to let her go, so I keep an arm around her as I roll over to snag my phone on the bedside table. “What do you want for breakfast?”

“Hmm, eggs and bacon. And coffee, please.”

I relay the order to a maid. I’m told my father arrived this morning and will see to the children with Gabrielle. I thank her and tell her to tell my father unless the house is burning down to leave me the fuck alone. I mean it this time.

She’s hesitant. “He won’t doubt for a moment the message came from me. And he can’t fire you, you work for me.”

“Yes, sir, I’ll tell him.”

“Good. When the food is done, knock and leave it,” I order.

Ending the call, I find Nicolette watching me with melting chocolate eyes. Anger flares. I have my hand in her hair and her body against mine before she can get away. “What is it, Nicolette? What’s the matter?”

Her throat works as her eyes fill with tears. Sonofabitch. I tighten my hand in her hair. “Talk to me damn it. What’s the matter?”

“They hate me. I’m sorry.” She blinks and tears fall. Why the fuck is my chest hollow? “The kids. The only reason you married me hate me—”

“No. I married for them. I marriedyouforme.” Her eyes widen as tension flows out of her. My cock is hard all over again at the way she melts into me. “They’re kids, sunshine, give them time. Ofelia hates shoes. Luisa hates chocolate. They don’t make sense right now. Once they’re around you for a while, they’ll get used to you, and Blanca will fade from their mind.”

She nuzzles into my chest. “I feel so guilty at times, like I stepped into someone else’s life. Blanca is gone, and I get you and three kids.”

“You couldn’t be more wrong. She never had me. There’s a reason why I don’t know if Elias is mine,” I remind her.

I pick her up and take her with me into the shower. It’s based on a design from one of our newer hotels when it was redone almost ten years ago. I’ve duplicated it in every bathroom I’ve had a hand in designing since. There is a row of body jets and an overhead rainfall showerhead. At the back of the shower is a bench running the length, and above it is another rainfall showerhead.

I’m on the bench and my greedy girl is on my cock in seconds. Her little sigh of pleasure as she sinks down on me is everything. “You like it, sunshine.”

A wave of pink spills over her cheeks. Nodding, her head goes down as her big brown eyes lift. “It feels so good. Like I’m finally whole again.”

Her words send heat into the center of my chest. The sensation is odd, sending my hand to check if something is there. I grasp her hand to lay it over that heat. Blinking wide in question, she stares up at me. “You took the words out of my mouth.”

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Nicolette

My beautiful husband is terrifying me by how loved he’s making me feel. Any other man and I would wonder if he’s doing it to manipulate me. He admitted he could manipulate me easily without me being aware. There’s no doubt he would and could make me believe he loved me to drag me further under his control. What has my blood running cold is admitting to myself I am hopelessly, irrevocably, and in a way that has me questioning my sanity, in love with him.

It doesn’t matter how little sense it makes. Away from him, I feel as though I’m missing something. What it is, I don’t know. All I know is when he’s with me, I have everything I ever dreamed of—even if I don’t remember the dreams once I’ve woken.

I believe him. He isn’t even aware of every right thing he’s saying. He’s clearly as surprised as I am by our intense connection. Is his surprise a bad thing? I’m not sure why I have a hard time believing this isn’t some sort of cruel joke by the Fates. Or why I can’t shake the feeling I’m going to come crashing down from the cloud nine I’m on with him.

As he begins washing me gently and so very thoroughly, the fear becomes lost in pleasure. He said he wants to give me everything to ensure I’m happy. If he means it, then I have to let go of my fear, because the only thing I need to be happy is him.

We spend all day in the bedroom he grew up and lived in until he built his own home. I’m giddy to have him all to myself, as his whole focus. Manuel is voracious in discovering everything about me, from my favorite color to what drives me craziest when he uses his tongue. He’s gentle but insistent, questioning me on how my nonna and father treated me.

“Where was your mother?” The question has an odd, eerie emptiness he does sometimes. It scares me so much my hand goes to his arm to keep him beside me instead of going in search of my mother.

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