Page 89 of Wicked King

CHAPTER 41

THE MILE HIGH CLUB

Marco

Three days of wedded bliss is all we’re allotted before the Lower East Side explodes into chaos. With Jia still home recovering and the impending departure of the elder Guo, the Four Seas along with the other bands of the Triad squabble and fight like stupid-ass children. And the damned Puerto Rican mob steps in, taking advantage of the pandemonium.

They’ve ransacked warehouses, destroyed shipments, even hijacked cargo liners before they reach the docks. My fingers dig into the smooth leather armrests of the captain’s chair on our private jet. If it wasn’t for Jia’s hand on my thigh distracting me, my blood pressure would be through the roof. And if it wasn’t for my twin and his girlfriend sitting across from us, my wife’s hand would be down my pants, strangling my cock and providing a much more pleasant experience for us all.

Nico made the executive decision that it was time for us to travel to Puerto Rico to meet with the head of La Sombra Boricua, Esmeralda, in person. I’m not anxious for this little reunion for numerous reasons. One: I hate the idea of putting my wife in danger, but of course, she wouldn’t take no for an answer. Two: I should be at home right now fucking my little spitfire, instead of dealing with this nonsense. Three: Last time I saw Esmeralda, she held a gun to my head after I’d thoroughly fucked her. That last one may have been my fault.

I have no desire to see my past conquest while toting my new wife at my side. I debated telling Jia before we got on the plane about a hundred times, but somehow the timing was never right. How could I tell her with my cock buried balls deep in her sweet little pussy as she moaned my name? Which was how we’d spent the last three days, only emerging from our bedroom to scavenge for food and give Yéye a quick hello.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen the old man smile so much. Who knew he’d be so pleased we were finally getting along?

Jia’s hand creeps higher up my thigh, drawing my attention away from the torrent of my musings. My cock instantly hardens at her touch, and I hazard a quick glance toward my brother and Maisy. They’ve nodded off, the cute redhead asleep on his shoulder, both wearing matching earbuds. My eyes flicker to my wife and the mischievous glint in those dark irises.

I cup her hand over my cock, and her fingers wrap around me over my slacks. Only a few soft touches, and I’m hard as hell and desperate for more. I lean closer and whisper, “I’ve got another first for you, spitfire.”

“Oh yeah, what’s that?” Excitement sparkles in her gaze.

“The mile high club.” I toss her a wink, and her grin grows more brazen. She may have been a virgin only a week ago, but damn, she’s learned quickly. And she’s so willing to try anything. I’ve already had her across nearly every surface of the loft and, once her grandfather departs, we’ll have even more unclaimed territory to explore.

My hand wraps around the back of her neck, bringing her mouth to mine. As I claim that sharp tongue, I drag her into my lap so she straddles me. She’s wearing a skirt and a scrap of lace covers her pussy. I can easily work around that.

I reach between us, unfasten my belt, and drag down the zipper of my slacks.

She freezes, eyes meeting mine as she reads my intent. “But your brother—” she murmurs against my lips.

“Is asleep,” I answer as my cock springs free.

“What if they wake up?” she whisper-hisses.

“Those noise-cancelling earbuds are pretty powerful. And besides, I’ve walked in on them fucking so many times it’s only fair, really.”

She claps her hand over her mouth to smother a chuckle. “You’re terrible.”

“And you love it.” I slip my hand beneath her skirt and find her already wet. I try to focus on that instead of the fact that she hasn’t actually told me she loves me. I tell myself she needs time after all the fucked-up shit she went through with her father. Besides, I was the idiot who told her to be sure.

That damned ring is burning a hole in the hidden safe I moved it to at home. I’ve been dying to give it to her, but she has to say the words first. I need to know she’s really in this. Despite all the amazing sex.

With her panties pushed to the side, I toy with her clit as my mind wanders. It isn’t until she reaches for my cock and positions it at her entrance that I really focus. Cazzo, this woman has ruined me. I’m about to fuck my gorgeous wife mid-air, and all I can think about is if she loves me or not.

Damn it… I need to tell her about Esmeralda. There can’t be any more secrets between us if this marriage is to truly work. And I’m so desperate for that.

“There’s something I have to tell you.” I keep circling that taut bundle of nerves, hoping the news will be more palatable this way.

Her eyes narrow as she regards me. “Okay.”

“Esmeralda and I have history…”

Jia grunts, rolling her eyes. “Of course you do.” She tries to squirm off me, but I hold her in place with one hand on her thigh and increase my attentions to her swollen clit.

Once I’m certain she won’t bolt, I whisper, “It didn’t mean anything.” Cupping her cheek, I run my thumb across her soft skin. “Nothing meant anything before you.”

Her gaze chases down to the minute space between our bodies, and fear blossoms. She’s going to run. I rub her clit harder, anything to distract her.

“Okay,” she murmurs an excruciatingly long moment later.

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