Page 10 of His to Hold

“I haven’t betrayed my vows,” he tells me, as if he heard my thoughts.

Though I’m shocked by that declaration, I believe him. He has no reason to lie. Men in our world cheat on their wives unapologetically. In fact, it’s frowned upon by some if a man doesn’t sleep around. Wives may hate it, but nobody speaks up. It wouldn’t make any difference if they did. Infidelity is ingrained in the culture.

That’s not the only thing that tells me he’s being honest with me. Since he believes I broke my oath to love, honor, and obey him, he’d probably relish the chance to describe any affair he’d had in great detail. He would enjoy hurting me with it. In his mind, my actions are justification for him to fuck around. So why hasn’t he?

It doesn’t matter. I don’t need to analyze his motivations. Hearing he hasn’t been with another woman is more of a relief than I ever imagined it would be. Tears prick my eyes, but I’m not going to shed them in case Antonio misunderstands and thinks I don’t want this. I do. There’s an ache of longing deep inside me that I need him to purge. More than that, I want to erase that asshole’s touch from my memory. Recalling Rico’s hands pawing at me makes me shudder.

“You’re thinking too much, Bella.”

Antonio drops to his knees and pulls my legs over his shoulders. Immediately I go from thinking too much to my mind being completely blank. Rational thought flees. There’s nothing but Antonio’s actions, the sensation of him swiping his tongue along the length of my pussy in a single firm stroke. That’s all that exists for me right now.

It’s been so long since I felt pleasure like this, I almost come on the spot. My hips lift of their own accord, but Antonio splays a hand across my stomach to pin me to the bed.

While I’m gripped with nervous anticipation, there’s nothing tentative about the way my husband dives right in to feast on my flesh. He’s savage, like a man brought to the brink of madness by hunger. His lips caress me, his tongue lashes my clit, making it pulse and swell. He isn’t gentle as he thrusts two fingers inside me, but I wouldn’t want him to be. I need every ounce of his brutality.

Clutching the sheets, I revel in his roughness, his impatience. His obvious desire is like a drug to me. I crave his touch more than my next breath. He sucks my clit into his mouth as he plunges his fingers deep, getting me good and wet, preparing me to take his cock.

I’ve missed this. In the time we’ve been apart, I’ve touched myself, but I never came close to achieving the sort of ecstasy Antonio wrings from my body. My head thrashes from side to side as he teases me with his tongue.

“I’m close,” I pant as he curls his fingers inside me, finding my g-spot.

It was a mistake to let him know I’m about to climax. Pulling away, Antonio gets to his feet and grins wickedly at me. I should have known this would happen. That orgasm would have come too easily. My husband wants me to suffer for it, to have me writhing and pleading beneath him. He needs me oblivious to everything but his mastery of my body.

“If you want to come, it’ll be with me inside you.”

He unzips his pants and pulls them down, along with his black boxer briefs. He doesn’t remove them completely. As his cock springs free from his clothing I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. There’s something mesmerizing about his erection. His shaft is long and thick with a prominent blue vein running along the underside. It’s a thing of beauty.

“Hands and knees.” Antonio’s tone is curt.

I desperately want to watch the expression on his face as he reclaims my body to try to work out what he feels. He’s at his least guarded when he’s fucking me. He doesn’t exactly wear his heart on his sleeve, but it’s easier to read him in those intimate moments.

I know better than to argue, however. Doing what he asked, I scramble onto all fours. Antonio puts a hand at the back of my head and shoves me onto the mattress so I’m face down, ass in the air. He could have just asked me to assume this position in the first place, but he wanted to assert his authority. He holds me down just long enough for the message to sink in that I’m not to move.

When he’s satisfied I’ll stay put, he removes his hand from my head and grabs my hip. The sudden contact in a ticklish spot makes me yelp, but I calm immediately as he gives me a warning squeeze.

Positioning himself behind me, he buries his cock to the hilt inside me. I shudder at the brutal invasion. It’s been almost a year since I felt this fullness, the sense of connection it brings. I’m so overwhelmed, tears form in my eyes.

“Does that feel good?” Antonio’s tone oozes confidence. He knows how incredible this is for me. “Did you miss being stuffed full of my cock?”

The crudeness of his words sends a ripple of desire straight to my core. I never thought I’d be so turned on by his bluntness. Before Antonio made his interest in me clear, I always imagined I’d end up married to a nice guy, the sort of man who’d make thoughtful gestures and shower me with affection.

My father’s a low-ranking member of the Volante organization, a mechanic who runs one of their repair shops. He’s beneath most people’s notice unless they need their car fixed. An arranged marriage didn’t seem to be in my future because having me as a wife brings no benefits to someone seeking more power and status. Antonio needed neither of those things. All that concerned him was having a pretty woman by his side.

If my father hadn’t taken advantage of a generous scholarship offered by the Volantes’ legitimate organization, I wouldn’t have been able to attend private school and I’d never have met Matteo. If our friendship hadn’t formed over a mutual love of history and a hatred of all things math related, I’d never have come to his oldest brother’s attention.

I’d have dated a couple of guys, found someone I clicked with and enjoyed a regular courtship with nights at the movies and dinners in pizzerias and burger joints. I’d have picked someone who shared my hopes and dreams, or at least gave a shit about them. He’d have wanted me as a partner. Instead, I got a husband who knows nothing about me as a person and everything about how to make my body sing.

Antonio tangles his fist in my hair and pulls my head back. “I asked you a question, Bella. Did you miss being stuffed full of your husband’s cock?”

It’s pointless to deny it since my entire body is thrumming with desire, but I’m not ready to admit how much he affects me. “No.”

“No?” Antonio’s lip curls in disgust. He lets go of my hair and I drop back onto the bed. “Liar.”

Pulling out of me, he thrusts back in, going even deeper. He fucks me hard and fast, giving me no chance to catch my breath or match his rhythm. I push my hips back to meet his, but he slaps my already punished ass, a warning to stay still. He doesn’t require my active participation. He just wants me to lie there and take what he has to give.

“Aren’t you the perfect little wife?” he taunts. “Taking my cock so well.”

He reaches between my legs and gathers some of the fluids, smearing them over my ass before pushing a finger inside. I moan as pain and pleasure mingle to create a whirlpool of sensation. Thanks to Antonio, I’m not an anal virgin, but I still find it strange having something in my ass.

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