I needed this, god, I needed it, and I needed it with him, my husband, my man, the first mafioso that didn’t look at me like I was something in his way, or some kind of object to shove aside. He was the first that made me feel like a person, like I was wanted, and it was glorious, beautiful, right. His tongue lapped along my slit and I rolled my hips, moaning, gasping, groaning his name.
He stood and pushed me further onto the bed, spreading my legs wide as he pinned me down. His weight was intense, his arms and hands so strong, and I felt him push against my spot—then slide deep inside.
I gasped, back arched, as he kissed my neck and fucked me.
“Just like I wanted,” he whispered, “wet and warm and slick. Goddamn, Cora, goddamn, my little wife. You feel like heaven.”
I moaned as he took me, sliding his thick cock in and out, stroking deep inside of me. I kissed him, bit his lip, let him take my body and give me the pleasure I needed. I didn’t care if his hair smelled like burned wood, I didn’t care where he’d been or what he’d been doing—none of it mattered anymore.
I turned him and pushed him down onto the bed, straddling him, feeling him deep inside me. His hands palmed my breasts as I rode him faster, grinding myself down, moaning, sweating. He pulled me closer and fucked me as I rolled my hips, and we moved like that together, slick and gorgeous, his lips against mine, his taste in my mouth.
Pleasure overwhelming, it was too right, too good. I moaned, went faster, harder. He took me deep and licked my nipples. He was night, I was light, and I needed him to make me whole.
He pulled me off, turned me around. I looked over my shoulder as he grabbed my hips and slid deep inside. I threw back my head and let him fuck me, wild and free, and I knew I couldn’t take much more. He leaned over me, pulled my hair, whispered in my ear. “My gorgeous wife, you feel perfect. You dirty girl, you feel like heaven.” He fucked me from behind, fucked me deep and hard, and his fingers stroked my clit until I felt it build, build, build, so high and tight that I knew the fall would shake me deep to my core.
I came as he fucked me, not stopping, not slowing. I came in fireworks, in explosions, and I clenched my fingers down onto the mattress until it hurt, and I still came. He fucked me growling, fucked me groaning, and I felt him stiffen and fill me, finishing with me, coming deep between my legs.
We fell in a tangled heap on the bed. I panted and curled up against him, my cheek on his muscular chest. He ran his fingers through my hair.
“I need you to know something,” he said after a few minutes of enjoying each other’s naked, sweating bodies.
“Yeah? What?”
“No matter what happens, I’m on your side.”
I looked up at him. I wanted to ask him what he did tonight, but I didn’t want him to lie, and I didn’t want him to tell me the truth.
Instead, I asked, “Do I have to worry about something?”
“I don’t think so.” He twirled my hair between his fingertips. “But I thought you should hear that anyway.”
“I believe you.”
“Good.” He leaned down and kissed me.
“Will you stay tonight?” I felt stupid for asking, but the words came rushing out.
He smiled. “I didn’t plan on leaving.”
“Good.” I leaned my chin against him.
“I’m far from done with you.”
I smiled as he kissed me and I let him wrap his arms around my body.
There were a hundred reasons why I shouldn’t get too deep with him, why I shouldn’t start letting myself think that this is real—but all those reasons drifted away in the night. Maybe they’d return in the morning.
Now though, none of it seemed to matter.17Reid“I know what you did.” Hedeon stood with his back turned, facing the kitchen, and I could see the tension in his body.
Hedeon had never been to my house before, not in all the years I’d know him—he was way too paranoid to show up at an unprotected location. He stuck to his own place for the most part, or he rotated among all the different safehouses we had tucked around the city—apartments, old factories, townhouses, whatever we could find. He wanted his guys to come to him so that he could be on his own turf, and so that he could know that he wasn’t being drawn into an unsafe situation. That level of paranoia had served him well.
Which was how I knew how fucking pissed he was.
“And what did I do?” I lingered by the front door and caught sight of Cora at the top of the stairs. I gave her a tight shake of the head and she backed off, walking as quietly as she could back to her room.