Page 48 of Fatal Sloth

After recounting the whole story from this afternoon–how Cameron didn’t show up and how Nico appeared out of nowhere–I offer to show him my phone messages from Cameron.

"I don't want to see your phone, but still..."

"But nothing. It's the first time I've done something I wanted to do on my own time without someone telling me what's expected of me. I'm sorry if you regret it, but I don't," I say firmly.

"I don't regret it, but you still should have told me."

"Why? So, you could have treated me differently? Everyone always treats me differently. I wanted this, and I just wanted the real you. Besides, we're married; it was bound to happen eventually, right?"

Our eyes lock, and his gaze intensifies. It's becoming increasingly difficult to breathe as our eyes remain connected, and I have to look away. My heart stutters as I glance downward, only to realize he’s still very much naked and dang, he’s huge!

I bite my lip, still unsure how that thing fit inside me. Heat flushes my cheeks and neck as I quickly look up before he can notice what I'm looking at. But when I meet his gaze again, I'm met with his cocky smirk, and my eyes widen, realizing I've been caught.

His smirk fades as he steadies his expression to a neutral look. "Maybe, but still..."

I cut him off because he still doesn't get it. "Still nothing, let me have this. I did this for me, not you, Sebastiano."

I’m not sorry I didn't tell him, and I won't pretend to be. But I am a little embarrassed with how I acted.

I can’t believe I showed him my body like that, and worse, I started to…

Don't think of that. Think of anything else, Mia.

Instead of some retort, I move out of his hold and grab a towel to wrap around myself. He walks past me toward the tub. As he turns on the water, he adds a few drops of something that smells heavenly. Citrus and vanilla swirl around me as the bathroom begins to fill with steam from the hot water.

“Sebastiano? No more Bash?" comes his cocky remark.

Ugh, this man is going to be the death of me. And here I thought my emotions were all over the place. “Bash is only for when you’re nice, and right now, you aren't being nice.”

After running his hands in the water, he stands up and stalks towards me like I'm his prey, eating the distance in a few steps. "Ooh, I’ll be nice, piccola ballerina. I promise.”

Somehow, I think he has other intentions when he promises to be nice. My body betrays me as I feel my juices pool between my aching legs.

“Are you sore?” he asks, cupping my very red face in both hands. Knowing he just impaled me with that monster between his legs.

“A little,” I admit hesitantly when he pulls the towel off me, scooping me up bridal style and placing me in the hot bath.

“Soak, the warm water will help relax your muscles.”

“Thank you,” I mumble as the scents of citrus and vanilla waft through the steamy air as I sink back into the hot water. The warmth instantly soothes my muscles, creating a sense of solace. Hmm, I think I can get used to this.

I gasp when I feel his fingers brush my thigh. I didn't even realize he was kneeling beside the tub, so close to me.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Making sure the water is warm enough,” Sebastiano says before standing up and sliding into the water right behind me.

He smirks while wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me close against his firm chest. I sense something else quite hard pressing against my lower back. However, Sebastiano remains as composed as ever, taking a loofa and generously applying tangerine-scented soap. He begins to glide the loofa up my arms and chest, before making his way to my breasts. I’m about to say something, but when I turn to face him, his arm swiftly wraps around my waist once more, keeping me in place.

"Shh, let me be nice to you," he murmurs, setting aside the loofa and using his hands to massage the yummy scented soap onto my breasts, paying particular attention to my nipples.

A wanton moan escapes my lips as both of his thumbs and forefingers tug at my hard buds. My head falls back on his shoulder, allowing him to suck on the tender flesh of my skin.

His mouth detaches from my skin with a pop. “I think my dirty girl needs to be cleaned up, don't you, Piccolina?" His warm breath skates over my wet skin, causing my nipples to get impossibly harder.

“Mmm, Bash,” I moan as my arm snakes around his head, my fingers tugging in his chocolate locks.

My body is quivering in excitement as his hands trail down the valley between my breasts, to my thigh, right between my legs, and stopping at the one area that cries for his attention. When I feel his finger slip in between my wet pussy lips, I jolt up, biting my lip to hold in a hiss from the intrusion of my sensitive area.

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