Page 79 of Wicked King

The comforter slides down, revealing her shoulders and the sleeves of a crimson lace negligee. My brain short circuits for a second as all the blood rushes to my dick. Cazzo, she’s wearing sexy lingerie?

She jerks the silky coverlet back up, but the damage has been done. When she texted me saying she wanted to talk, I assumed it was bad.

“Are you trying to seduce me, spitfire?” I slide up the bed, closer.

“No…” she mumbles.

“Then let me see what you’re wearing.” Whatever it is, it’s a far cry from the typical oversized sweatshirts she wears to bed.

She curls into a ball, wrapping the comforter tight around her. “No. It’s too late.”

“That’s not fair,” I whine. “If I knew this was what you wanted to talk about, I would have been home hours ago. Fuck the shooting.” A smirk crawls across my lips unbidden.

“You’re such an ass.”

My fingers creep up the coverlet and tug at the edge. “Come on, at least let me see.”

Jia clutches the silky comforter in a death grip. “You lost your chance.”

“Don’t make me tear that thing off you, wifey.”

Her eyes flash. “Do it, and you’ll be spending the night in the guest bedroom.”

That fire in her eyes has my cock straining against my slacks, and I’m about a second away from losing it. Rising to my feet, I loom over her, but she glares right back up at me, defiant as all hell.

“Jia, as your husband, I demand that you show me what you’re wearing.”

A laugh erupts from her clenched lips. “Oh, really? You demand it, do you?” She pulls the covers over her head, and wild cackles vibrate beneath the silky fabric. Once the last bit of laughter dies out, she re-emerges with a shit-eating grin. “I may be your wife, but you do not own me, and you certainly cannot demand that I do anything I don’t want to.”

Merda, I can’t believe I’m about to do this. I’m sure all the blood has evacuated my brain because I’ve never done this for any female, any pussy. But damn it, I just can’t get my wife out of my mind. Her honeyed taste, those sounds she made as she came on my fingers, the idea of being the first to have her, it’s all I can think about.

I drop to my knees, and Jia’s narrowed eyes widen. “Please, spitfire, show me the delicious, sexy negligee you’re hiding beneath the covers, and I promise you a night you’ll never forget.”

Her dark brow arches and a hint of excitement streaks through those midnight orbs.

I press my palms together and fix my eyes to hers. “Ti prego.” Fuck, now I’m begging for sex? When did this happen?

A sigh parts her lips and devastatingly slowly, she peels back the comforter. Sheer ruby lace molds to her milky white skin and smoldering heat ravages my veins. Even the small white bandage across her sternum doesn’t detract from her overwhelming beauty. A deep-V drops nearly to her bellybutton, the scrap of material barely concealing anything. Her nipples are peaked beneath the translucent lace, and it takes every ounce of restraint I possess to keep from capturing one in my salivating mouth.

“Madonna, sei belissima. Cazzo, Jia, you are more beautiful than the dawn breaking over the horizon, illuminating the entire city.”

A silly grin parts her lips, and I realize how ridiculous I sound.

I cannot rip my gaze away from her as I take in every inch of porcelain skin. I follow the trail of lace from the dip of her shoulder down her arms, nearly reaching her fingertips. Again, I’m momentarily aware of the constant covering of her arms, but I’m too damned distracted by the lust pounding through my veins to dwell on it.

“So before I fucked up by coming home late again,” I whisper, barely recognizing the soft, dreamy quality in my tone, “what did you have in mind for tonight?”

She shrugs, wisps of dark hair falling across her face. I reach for her instinctively and sweep the stray tendrils behind her ear. Her breath hitches as our skin makes contact, and I’m not sure how much longer I can keep from really touching her.

“Will you let me…” I let the rest of the question hang in the air between us as her head slowly dips.

That faint gesture is all it takes for the dam to burst. I leap onto the bed, pinning her to the mattress on all fours. She gazes up at me, a tangle of emotions I can’t pretend to decipher flashing across the endless midnight. I capture her mouth, wrapping my hand around the back of her neck so I can devour those pouty lips before she stops me. Instead, she moans against my tongue as I ravage her, keeping myself suspended over her body to avoid the wound.

There’s nothing I want more than to rub my hardass cock against her, to release some of the building pressure, but if I drop down on top of her, I could aggravate the stitches. So instead, my biceps burn from hovering just a few inches above her. I barely notice the strain, the pounding heat raging through my body consuming all my attention.

I want to bury my cock inside her so badly, the desire is all-consuming. I want to claim her as mine and only mine. Why the fuck did I agree to the open marriage? The idea of another man’s hands on her drives me to the point of insanity. And I haven’t even fucked her yet. Once I do, I’m certain nothing will ever be the same.

Jia wiggles beneath me, drawing my thoughts to the fire building between us. She angles her hips, desperate for that friction my cock is more than eager to provide.

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