Page 78 of Number 10 Affair

“That’s was Gennaro, one of Francesco’s black sheep cousins, and he wanted what’s mine. Come on, Laura, I need to show you something in the bathroom.” He took the stairs.

“Spencer, wait, we were only talking!” I hurried after him.

He stood by the sink, washing his hands, so I shut the door and folded my arms over my chest. I was hoping that Spencer hadn’t told his whole family that we were together. I knew he was acting all territorial and jealous when other men were eying me up, but we had agreed to take things slow, at least until we got back to London, because of Maja.

“It drives me crazy when other men look at you, Laura, and that guy touched your hand and then put his filthy mouth on it. You make me lose control so easily,” he said, his voice dropping a single decibel as he stared at me with the same intensity and heat.

“I admit, he shouldn’t have touched me, but you don’t have to be jealous. I can fight my own battles,” I told him, intimidated by his hard and deep stare through the mirror.

“Fuck … I don’t want to act this way. I hate myself when I’m losing control, but when I'm around you and another man touches you, I feel like I’m ready to commit murder, because you’re mine,” he said.

I swallowed hard. He was probably sharing more with me in this moment than he’d anticipated.

“I’m falling for you hard, and it fucking terrifies me to the point that I feel like I'm spiralling out of control because normally I fucking crave all the control, and these new emotions feel raw. From now on you need to understand that you’re mine and no other man touches you. Not only will I break every single bone in his hands but also advertise the fucking consequences.”

I wanted to jump into his arms, suddenly happy that he was showing me the most vulnerable part of him, because he cared a lot about me, but I couldn’t move. I was paralysed and so turned on by his possessive words, by him showing me his true feelings.

He was truly falling for me?

I didn’t know how to react, but warmth fluttered inside my chest when he acted like that, and this wasn’t right, but for some reason I liked seeing him so wound up over something so insignificant.

“Spencer.” I was getting wet thinking of all the possibilities; my panties were probably drenched by this point. “I’m falling for you, too, but you need to stay calm because I'll be around many other men who may or may not find me attractive.” This wasn’t only about sex and lust, because we were together as a couple. We were in an actual relationship, and he was having trouble processing that.

He turned around and walked up to me, his eyes heavy on me.

“I’m willing to burn the world for you, but before that I want to roar at the top of my lungs that you belong to me and only me,” he said, his voice husky.

“I’m yours and I’m here to serve you, Prime Minister.” The atmosphere between us had shifted, and the air became charged with electricity. I was so turned on, my thighs were clenching with arousal.

His eyes narrowed into slits, and he inhaled sharply.

“Get on your knees, woman,” he ordered.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Laura

I shuddered at his order. Even though he’d manhandled me in front of his family, I was so turned on, ready to do whatever he asked.

As we stared at each other, we understood that neither of us could deny the energy vibrating between us. So I knelt on the cold tiled floor, already imagining sucking his cock, wanting to be in control.

Spencer’s shorts strained with a giant bulge. At that moment, he eyed me like a hungry wolf.

“You’re such a good girl. I’m going to let you taste me because I can’t wait to see you choking on it,” he said, low and deep. My chest expanded at his praise, the urge to please him filling me from the inside out.

I reached out, unzipping his shorts and tugging them down to his knees. He pulled down his boxers, and my mouth watered at the sight of his cock. I needed him too, but this wasn’t about me. I wanted to give him a sweet release.

“I thought your cock was beautiful when I first saw it,” I said softly.

“I could tell you liked it from the way you were staring at it, baby.”

I licked the glistening tip of his salty pre-cum, and Spencer let out an approving growl. After that, I leaned in, my mouth parting as I sucked him between my lips, my jaw stretching to accommodate him. His hand moved down to tangle in my hair. My tongue began swirling around the flesh and when the tip of my tongue found the ridge on his head, I flicked it. Spencer groaned, his hand on my head pushing me further into him.

“This feels so good, baby. Lick it slowly. I don’t want to damage your filthy mouth just yet.”

I weighed his balls in my palms and sucked his shaft, getting wetter with every passing moment. God, what was he doing to me? I was ready to do anything to please this man. Maybe, deep down, I wanted him to do dirty things to me, to punish me, to tie me up and use me in whatever way he wanted. His dick pulsated; he pushed it so far into my mouth until my vision went blurry. He tugged on my hair, holding my head in place. The vein on the underside of his shaft pulsated on my tongue, and I moaned, a rush of desire surging through me.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me explode.” He ensured I took his cock all the way to the back of my throat.

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