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Whack, whack.
“Why can’t you trust that I’m trying to protect you? Trust that I will tell you everything when you need to know.”
“Ten… eleven!” she screamed.
“Goddamn it, Alessandra. Don’t you see me? I’m your husband, and I love you! Can’t you see how fucking tied in knots I am? I was scared shitless when you were hurt. I thought I was going to lose you.”
Drake’s dark eyes burned at the memory of finding her lying in a pool of her own blood. He closed them and pinched the bridge of his nose, inhaled deeply.
“Let me in, Drake,” Alessandra said softly.
Alessandra’s body stiffened in anticipation of the crop coming down again as he grabbed her waist. But Drake dropped it to the floor. He knelt behind her and began massaging her sore ass. He kissed along the red marks in reverence.
“Why don’t you love me, bella?” he whispered against her throbbing flesh.
“I love you, Drake! I have for a long time.”
She tried to move from Drake’s grasp, but he grabbed her hips, forcing her to stay in place and bit her cheek. It was more satisfying after her punishment.
“Why did you call Luca Donato?”
Alessandra hadn’t known he tracked her phone. Grant had helped Drake install an app that cloned her cloud. Notifications alerted him when texts and calls were made. In all fairness, he never read what was private. After the operation concluded, he intended to remove the app.
Alessandra sobbed, “You’ve been lying to me our entire marriage. It’s time you tell me the truth.”
Drake turned her over and pulled her against him. He kissed her desperately and sloppily, trying to distract Alessandra. The taste of her salty tears mixed with their saliva, and he couldn’t get enough.
“I’m sorry, dolcezza. You deserve so much better than this life. No matter how hard I try, I will never stop disappointing you, will I? You deserve a better man, the kind that you can be proud to stand beside.”
Touched by his vulnerability, Alessandra cupped Drake’s cheeks and forced him to face her. “I want you, Drake. I want you as my Master, my lover, and my husband. Why is it so hard for you to believe that I love you? I need you to let me in. I’m here for you. I’m right here. We’re stronger together.”
This time she took charge of the kiss. Emotions Drake suppressed long ago resurfaced within. Tears shone in his eyes as he clung to Alessandra like a lifeline, allowing every ounce of her love to envelop him. She was the light to his darkness, and he would perish without her.
Drake led Alessandra into the marble-walled shower. He tested the spray and fiddled with the knobs until a comfortable warmth surrounded them. Drake reached for a soft cloth and the luxury shower gel and worked it into a lather before rubbing down his wife’s body.
She hissed when he touched her sore cheeks. He crouched behind her and lightly rubbed the area with his fingertips. He slipped the cloth between her thighs and brushed it against her pussy. She wiggled her hips, enticing him further.
“If you continue doing that, I’m going to get dirty again.”
“Maybe that’s the point. I love my sexy, dirty wife. You took your punishment so well. Let me take care of you now.”
Drake pulled Alessandra against his face and lapped her juices with his tongue. He brought one hand to her belly to help steady her and pushed her forward, encouraging her to use his face as a stool.
After she found release, Drake continued to wash her gently and pulled her from the shower. He toweled her dry and walked her naked back to the bed.
“Lay down on your stomach,” he said gently.
Alessandra complied with his soft command. Drake went to the cabinet and removed a bottle of lavender massage oil and returned to her. He climbed on top of the bed and straddled her hips.
He flipped the top open and poured a copious amount in his palm and rubbed his hands together to warm the liquid. Alessandra let out a soft sigh when he slowly massaged her back. He began at her shoulders, kneading to release the tension she carried.
She moaned as his strong hands moved over her scarred back. Listening to her soft sounds brought pleasure to his ears, but he ignored his own needs.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
“Mmm.”
He turned his attention to marks that remained on Alessandra’s ass.
