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“God, yes.” Her voice is a hoarse moan as I continue to tease her with the ice, dipping it into her panties ever so slightly.

“But I’m not done playing with you yet.”

I slip the cube all the way inside the lace fabric and through her hot center. She lets out a surprised gasp and tunnels her fingers through my hair, clutching the strands in her tight grip as I circle her clit with the ice.

“Holy fuck, Finn,” she hisses.

Removing the cube from her pussy, I drop the half-melted ice back into my glass and swirl it around before taking a long sip, finishing the whiskey.

“Fucking divine.”

I toss the glass to the floor because, at this point, I don’t give a shit about making a mess. I spin her in my arms and yank her by the back of her neck, crashing my mouth to hers. The kiss is wild and desperate, both of us beyond any sort of reason or sanity. We’re feeding off each other’s passion and it’s almost as though it’s turning us into animals. Alessia’s hands go to either side of my shirt and she rips the damn thing open, scoring her nails over my chest and down my abs until she reaches my belt. With deft fingers, she quickly undoes the leather and rips my zipper down before freeing my raging hard-on. When her fist squeezes my dick, we both let out a hiss.

“Stop teasing me and fuck me,” she demands.

Hoisting her up, she wraps her legs around my waist. Taking two steps forward, I slam her against the tall window. I can’t wait another second to be inside my wife. Moving her panties to the side, I slam into her in one hard thrust.

“Yes,” Alessia screams as I begin to pump with an intense brutality meant to bring us to the peak as fast and as hard as possible.

Her nails claw over my shoulders, and her heels are digging into my ass as I crush her against the glass, rutting into her like a fucking rabid beast. Our foreheads press together, and her wide eyes tell me she’s close to the edge. Thank God because I’m not sure I can hold off much longer.

“I need you to get there, baby. Fuck, the way you strangle my cock feels so fucking good.”

Her walls begin to flutter around me, and a second later, her teeth press into my shoulder, biting hard. I barely register the pain as I erupt inside of her, taking us both over the edge on a shout of indescribable pleasure. I honestly don’t think I’ve ever come so fucking hard in my entire life.

When my mind settles back into clear consciousness, Alessia’s lips brush over the angry red mark she left on my skin.

“Sorry about that,” she begins. “I may have gotten a little carried away.”

“I don’t know why you think I need an apology, wife. I’m not sorry in the least.”

I slip from her core but keep her wrapped tightly around my waist.

“You can let me down.”

“I could do a lot of things, doesn’t mean I’m going to.”

Walking over to the couch, I sit down with her straddling my lap. “Now, take your bra off. I haven’t spent nearly enough time in our short marriage playing with your tits.”

I’ve come to realize when we wake the next morning, there simply isn’t enough time to play with my little wife all the ways I want to in one night. My imagination is far too extensive, and we have to get back to reality today. We eventually succumbed to exhaustion sometime in the early hours of the morning. When my phone rings as the sun is peeking in from the window, the last thing I’m prepared for is having a coherent conversation.

I grab my phone from the nightstand next to the bed we crashed into last night, seeing Cillian’s name flash on the screen.

“This better be good,” I tell him, scrubbing a hand over my face.

“Cataldi was spotted at a bar on the border of Farina and Amatto territory by one of our guys. Said he was there meeting with Orlando Farina himself. I don’t like this, Finn. If the Farinas and what’s left of the Cataldis team up, they’ll be pushing into Amatto territory in no time.”

Shit. I sit up in bed and look over to my wife, who is beginning to stir. A month ago, I wouldn’t have given two shits about anything that happens in Worcester, but now? Now, I have a very good reason sleeping next to me to make sure not only my organization is strong but her father’s as well.

“I’ll call the pilot and have him get the plane ready for an early takeoff.”

I wasn’t planning on being back in Boston until later, hoping to spend more time with Alessia, making use of every available surface of this suite. “I’ll call you when we land.”

I immediately dial the pilot, who assures me the plane can be ready within the hour, then I call a car service to take us to the private airport.

Alessia groans next to me and peels one eye open. “Why does it sound like you’re going to make me get out of this nice, warm bed?”

“Sorry, baby. We have to get home. Cillian called and it sounds like Carlo’s poked his head out from whatever hole he’s hiding in again.”

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