Page 143 of Vicious Kingdom

“I’m so tired, I don’t know how much more of that I can take,” I admitted, brushing my fingers in his hair.

“We can go to bed.”

I bit my lip. “Okay.”

I didn’t want to say goodnight.

Leo held out his hand, helped me from the couch, and left me at the stairs. I paused, hoping he would kiss me. When he didn’t, I hid my face, not wanting to see how much that hurt.

Trialing upstairs, the random nickname, the one he used to call me, rang through my mind. We really had something back then—back before the lies and secrets caught up to us.

I doubted we would ever truly return to that place.

Inside the guestroom, I slumped against the back of the chair. A yawn escaped my throat. While a quick shower sounded nice, I wanted to curl into a ball—

The door banged open.

Wielding the largest kitchen knife, Leo stood there, looking like death incarnate.

A stifled scream caught in my throat.

Frozen in fear, I knew this was how I died.

With measured steps, Leo strode across the floor, tore the covers off the bed, and slid the blade through them. My heart began to beat again, sending much needed oxygen to my head.

Next he attacked the pillows, then the sheets.

He wasn’t going to hurt me. That made little sense and was an instinctual reaction.

“What the hell?” I shouted.

Viciously, Leo carved the blade through the mattress. His muscles rippled with exertion. Foam split under his delusional touch.

“Leonardo!” I snapped.

He plunged the blade deep in the center and then rounded on me. His eyes were living pools of darkness.

“You do not sleep in any other bed but mine.”

Opening my mouth to point out that he was batshit crazy, my words were cut off as he gripped me around the stomach and tossed me over his shoulder.

“Leo,” I whimpered, bracing from the soreness in my body.

He relented and drew me down to cradle me. With a swift kick, he opened his own door. And all but dropped me on the king size bed.

“My wife. My bed.”

His hands planted on his hips.

Unbridled joy shot through me. I scrambled off the mattress and launched myself at him. We’d collided before, but not like this. Not without anger and pain. There was nothing but happiness, a raw coming together after so long staring across the chasm.

My shirt and his clothing fell to the floor in a heap.

Leo spun me around, kissing my neck, my shoulder, while his arms wrapped around me to play with my breast and sink into my pussy. I ground my ass against his iron-hard dick. He sucked on my trap, and my body responded with a flood of wetness on his hand.

A guttural moan wrenched from deep inside him. “I can’t go slow. Can you take it?”

I smiled. There was no pain in this place. Only pleasure. “Give it to me, and don’t hold back!”