Page 84 of Owen (Storm Enterprises)

“My heart shattered into a thousand pieces, and I hated him, Laya. I hated him so much for taking what was mine.”

“I never loved him like I love you. He just made me feel secure.” He made her feel all the things I never did. He gave her all the things I wanted but never took, and I understand that, but the sting is still there. Her using those words toward him, the same words only ever meant to be mine, has an unadulterated rage coursing through me, yet somehow, I lock it down.

“You were always mine.” I circle my hips and groan at the gasp that escapes her edible lips.

“Yes,” she pants. “Always, Owen.”

“I researched him. Contacted every Mafia member I had access to for information. But I swear to you, Laya, if I thought you would be happy”—my hips move faster as I admit my worst fears—“if I thought that man was right for you, I’d have let you go. I’d have lived my miserable existence without you, to give you what you deserve.”

Her lips meet mine, but I only allow the touch for a split second, desperate to get it all out, needing her to hear all mytruths. It flows freely from me, like the poison that ravished my veins and left me so brutally torn.

“It killed me knowing he gave you my son, Laya.” A tear slips down her cheek as I continue the steady pumping of my hips. “That he watched my baby girl’s body stretch, he held your tummy, he watched the life he created with the woman I love be brought into this world. I loathed him.”

I lick the tear on her cheek away and her hold on my tightens. Her pussy clenches around me, and I know she’s close, but I need her to hear it all.

“When I discovered the man he was, I knew he wasn’t worthy, and it sickened me that someone like that was receiving your trust, your love, when it should have been mine. I would have held those feelings so close to me, Laya. I never would have risked destroying you. I’d do anything to protect you, baby.” I thrust again, and her lips crash against mine, and this time I allow her to take the access she so beautifully demands.

“Anything,” I whisper, needing her to know I did just that.

“Thank you.” Her hips rise off the bed, meeting mine as I swallow her moans of pleasure, and when I grind myself against her clit, she clenches tightly around me.

“I love you,” she whispers, and I squeeze my eyes closed at the intense pressure those words create. “Oh god, I love you!” she whisper-yells as her pussy grips my cock and her back arches off the bed. Her orgasm hits her so beautifully my cock willingly surrenders to her command, delivering her with a torrent of short sharp thrusts while I will my cum to give me the greatest gift of all.

“You have all of me, Laya. I love you, baby girl. Always.”

LAYA

My body falls against the mattress. My orgasm hit me so spectacularly the air was stolen from my lungs.

Owen’s admission was heart wrenching and everything I knew it to be.

I don’t need the specifics of what occurred with Carlos, because I know deep in my heart that he did what was best for us.

My son was created as heir to one day take Carlos’s place in his world, and that knowledge would tear me apart day by day. I can’t even begin to comprehend the atrocities that he committed. That was not the man I knew or wanted, yet it was slipping over into our everyday life. He was becoming unrecognizable, and worse, I wasn’t allowed to be me either.

Owen loves me for who I am. He knows the importance of family and values. He knows real love, and there’s not a glimmer of doubt in my mind that he already loves Romeo as his own.

He’s everything I want him to be, and so much more.

“You have all of me”echoes in my mind as exhilaration pumps through my veins.

Our labored breaths fan one another as a smile forms on my lips, and Owen’s lips twitch as we stare at one another triumphantly.

Everything is out in the open, all our secrets laid bare with our souls. I accept each and every one of them.

I accept him.

My nails dig into his shoulders as I buck beneath him, wanting more for anything he’s prepared to give.

His eyes flash with a seductive darkness I crave. “I’m going to fuck you like a good slut now, wife.” His gravelly promise sets the hairs on my body on edge, eager for his pleasurable punishment.

In a flash, he rolls us over, so I straddle his hips. “Push your tits together and squirt me some milk. I want you to drown me in it while I show you who owns this body.” He slaps my ass hard, making me yelp.

His gaze roams over my legs and freezes on where we’re joined. “Do you see how much I fill you, baby girl? How my cock stretches your little cunt.” His hand slides up my stomach and over my chest, then his thick fingers splay out over the column of my throat.

“Yes,” I pant as I rock against him. The tips of his fingers dig into my skin, bringing with it a sense of command. Ownership.

“That’s it. Rub that greedy little clit on me. Rub yourself off, you filthy little slut.” He smacks my ass again, and the sting behind it burns through me. “You take me so beautifully. All stretched and eager to please me.”

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