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“Open wider, angel,” he says as he shifts to lean into me, his lips on my temple, my ear, down to my neck with slow but greedy kisses that only make me widen my knees and sink down onto his hand.
“How can a man not love his wife when she’s drenched like this for him,” he murmurs as he fucks me with his fingers. “Every single time, angel, when I touch you here, it’s as ifthisis the only thing you’ve been thinking about the whole day.”
I swallow as I drop my head back, too aroused at his words and the workings of his fingers deep in me to lie. “Maybe it is the only thing I’ve been thinking and dreaming of.”
“Day and night?”
“Day and night.”
“On your back, angel,” he says as he extracts his hand, and this is it.
This is the moment he is going to finally succumb and fuck me raw as I’ve wanted from the moment we met. Break his vows and finally make me his.
“Like this, to open your throat.”
He guides me by my shoulders, so my head is tipping over the edge of the bed and then he’s there, standing behind me, hismassive cock hovering over my lips. I suck him into my mouth, and he grunts as he pushes deep, not gentle either, testing my limits already. He holds still as his hand glides down the column of my neck, down between my breasts and all the way to where my legs are spread open in invitation.
“Good girl,” he hums as he slides his fingers deep into my sex, curling them to where I feel the build-up he coaxes out of me so easily.
I caress my hands over his thighs to his butt and urge him to move in sync. He curses as he starts to piston into my mouth, his hand working me in the same rhythm. He’s going so deep now, but there’s space, and I dig my nails into his butt as my toes curl into the mattress.
“Fuck, Gigi,” he grunts as he drives faster and harder, his free hand cupping my chin gently. “You feel so fucking good. You’re good?”
I hum back, my orgasm already riding in, his palm hitting my mound with just the right pressure on my clit to break down every resistance. I moan as I come, and his fingers still as he curls them hard against my inner wall, and my muscles pulse and squeeze against his hold.
The ripples of his own orgasm ride down my tongue, and he spills into my throat, and when I swallow, he hisses something aboutmostperfect, most beautiful wife of mine, but I’m so dazed, it could have been anything.
He eases out of me, first his hand, then his cock as he circles his fingers around my wrists. I struggle up, my head swaying, but he sits on the edge of the bed with me, his hands cupping my face.
“I knew that mouth would be the sweetest thing on the planet,” he whispers as he slides his fingers over my lips.
I taste and smell my release as I dart my tongue out, licking his fingers where they’re toying with my mouth, dipping in and out.
“We should fuck like that again,” he murmurs as I open my eyes and meet his gaze.
His hand has stilled on my cheek, his thumb paused on my lips. He’s staring at me, so intently, and I know he’s going to kiss me.
It’s all I want. A kiss. From the man who used the wordsloveandwifetwice this morning in the same sentence, each time making my heart beat faster with a weird joy I’ve never felt before.
He comes closer and presses the softest, most gentle kiss to the corner of my mouth, just shy of my lips.
“I’ve got to get going,” he says as he presses his forehead to mine. “Party’s starting.”
I have no clue what he means, but I stare as he walks naked to the bathroom. I blink and do a double take. Those are scratches on his fine ass, down his thighs.
My scratches, adding to the image of a broken, tortured soul painted on the canvas of his skin.
37
STEPHANO
It’s been a week since Franco ripped Gigi’s business to shreds with a smear campaign. It’s been a week since Gigi and I started sleeping together every night, doing everything you possibly can in bed without breaking her terms. It’s a challenge, and I’m on the verge of losing my goddamn mind and all control when it comes to her.
Here’s the funny thing about sex. When you can’t have the real thing, it’s all you think of. We might do everything else, but I’m not sated. Which means I think of it all the fucking time.
To say I’m fucked is an understatement. I’m in love with my wife. The wife I’ve vowed to never have. The wife who plans to leave me as soon as she can be safe back in Europe. The wife I’ve promised to let go.
Worst thing is, she’s the wife I’ve promised to protect at all costs now everything we’ve put in place is about to be tested. I read the message on my phone again.
