Page 60 of Fatal Sloth

I end the call, glancing up just in time to see Yusuf and Daren pulling out of the parking lot and driving toward the main road. The SUV fades from sight, leaving us in the silence of the deserted parking lot.

Mia's confusion only seems to intensify. "Why did we stop?" she asks, her brows furrowing while her eyes scan her surroundings.

"What's going on?" I ask sharply, my tone leaving no room for argument. It's clear something is bothering her, and I intend to get to the bottom of it before we have an audience.

“Huh? Nothing’s going on,” she mumbles, her hands continue to fumble with the hem of her dress.

I reach out and grasp her chin firmly, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Don't lie to me," I growl, my tone harsher than I intend it to be. "I can see something is bothering you. Now, tell me what it is so that I can fix it."

“I guess I’m just a little nervous, that's all. It’s nothing that can be fixed,” she replies. That’s where she’s wrong. I can fix this.

I maintain a firm grip on her chin, my eyes drilling into hers. "Nervous about what?" I demand. "Anyone who hurts you is a dead man walking,” I vow. It's a promise I fully intend to keep.

Mia gives me a weak smile. “Just seeing them makes me a little nervous. I’ll be fine. It’s nothing to worry about,” she says, trying to convince herself more than me.

"I think you forget who you’re married to and who you are now. Nobody should make you nervous. If anything, your presence should make them nervous," I say, my tone softer now. A small giggle escapes her lips, and all blood rushes south. Well, if that wasn't adorable, but I need her to believe me.

“And who am I?” she asks as the smile fades from her face.

I release her chin, but my eyes stay locked on hers. “Mia fucking Morelli, my sexy ass wife, and the last person anyone wants to fuck with,” I tell her. Before she can protest, I push my seat all the way back, unbuckle her seatbelt, and pull her onto my lap.

“Why would I be the last person anyone wants to mess with?” she asks, her voice tinged with curiosity and uncertainty while she adjusts her position on my lap.

“Because you’re mine, and I will kill anyone who hurts y––” I'm cut off when her lips slam against mine. The suddenness of her kiss catches me off guard, igniting a spark of thirst that courses through my veins.

Possessiveness consumes me as our lips meld together in a fiery embrace, her softness contrasting with my roughness. My heart pounds erratically in my chest as I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer to me.

My hands find the zipper of her dress. I break the kiss to unzip it, eager to show her how sexy she really is. However, she instinctively raises her hands to cover herself, a brief moment of her vulnerability that tugs at my heartstrings.

“Don't hide from me,” I growl, her feeble attempt to hide herself pisses me off.

In a quick movement, I strip off my tie. Gripping her wrists behind her back, I use my tie as a bind, and secure her hands to the steering wheel.

Now that she won’t be able to hide from me, I unzip her dress, pulling down her bra to expose her perfect tits."But I've gained weight. Do you think I'm ugly now?" Her timid voice betrays her doubts. My lips cover hers, not letting her say any more negative things about herself. With each kiss, I try to erase any insecure thoughts that seem to have crept into her mind.

With her hands behind her and unable to move, she doesn't notice when I maneuver my hands under the skirt of her dress that flows over my lap, freeing my hard cock in the process. I rest one hand on her side while my other hand slides her panties to the side. She squirms on my lap when my thumb slides between her slit, spreading her open before I rub my cock up and down her wet pussy.

"Does it feel like I'm not attracted to you?" I growl softly. "It seems like the more you gain, the more I want you, and the harder my cock gets for you." Mia’s mouth opens to say something, but only a moan escapes her pouty lips. “So sexy and all fucking mine!” I say through gritted teeth before I lift her, positioning my cock at her opening. She sinks down, and we both let out a satisfied moan.

“Ride my cock, Piccolina.” My hands fall on her hips, and our lips collide with electric intensity, setting every nerve ending on fire. Our tongues spar in a heated exchange. I fight for dominance, a battle I'll always win. But there are times when I allow Mia to take charge, relishing the raw thrill of surrendering to her.

When I break the kiss, peppering kisses down her neck and chest, I feel her shiver beneath my touch. My tongue swirls around her nipples, drawing out soft gasps and moans from her lips as her back arches over the steering wheel.

Elicit moans fill the car. Her hands are still tied behind her, bouncing on my cock, my lips never leaving her creamy skin. I lose myself in the enticing heat of the moment as pleasure flows through me. Her curves fit perfectly against me as she continues riding me. “I’m gonna come,” she whimpers.

I’m close, too, and won't be able to hold out for much longer.

“Come for me, Piccolina,” I say before she falls over the edge, lost in the throes of ecstasy.

My heart is racing, pounding against my chest. I can feel my balls tighten as shock waves of pleasure and ecstasy course through me.

Mia leans back, her chest rising and falling as she tries to catch her breath. Suddenly, the blare of the car horn shatters the moment, jolting us both back to reality.

We laugh together when we realize it's just her back hitting the car horn. The tension from earlier begins to dissipate as I reach over to untie her hands, tossing the wrinkled tie into the back seat. Her sweat-coated body falls forward onto me, still recovering from the intensity of our encounter. My arms snake around her tiny frame, holding her close as I press my lips to her forehead. While we catch our breath, we linger for a moment, lost in each other's warmth.

But then my hand grazes against her bare ass, and a playful spank follows, charging the air with desire and amusement.

“Ouch," she gasps. But it comes out as more of a moan than a protest, her pussy tightening around my cock that's still buried deep inside her. "What was that for?"

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