Page 35 of Merciful Lies

“No, I know,” she says, and shrugs. “But I’m starting to wonder if maybe you’re not some kind of superhero or something.”

“I am not a superhero,” I scoff.

In fact, I was the total fucking opposite. But her saying that makes me wonder just how fucking innocent my little wife really is. How badly am I tainting her with my presence in her life?

I push the thoughts away.

It doesn’t matter because Anna is mine now. And I’m not giving her up. I’ll give her some time to grieve and to get used to the idea of me.

But I don’t think I can wait very long to touch her again and I’m not a man used to denying myself.

“Are you okay?” she asks, her soft hand touching my thigh.

I look down at it. My jaw tenses. I want to feel her touch me without any clothes on. I want to see her on her back, spread eagle. I want to hear her beg for my cock.

Am I okay?

No, Rosebud, I’m not fucking okay.

I’m completely obsessed with my wife. And I think I need to hide that from her for a little while at least.

“Nico?”

“I’m fine, Anna.”

I’m a liar. I’m not fine.

Part of me wants to go back to the bakery, employ some tactics I’d learned on the job to get Javi to talk.

I know something is wrong with the whole situation. I just don’t know what and it’s pissing me off.

But another part of me, a newly awakened part, just wants to take Anna home. I want to check her for injury. Make sure she’s okay. Then I want to feed her, bathe her, tuck her into bed.

My bed.

I want to kiss her soft lips, pet her smooth skin, and sink into her tight, wet heat. I want to feel her surround me. And I want to make her come on my cock.

Fuck. Yes.

There’s a lot I want, but my phone is already buzzing, and I can tell it’s from Angel. I have to see to this.

So, I’m gonna take my wife home. Then I’m going to work. Anna yawns, and protective instincts roar to life inside of me. I wrap my arm around her, forcing her to lean on me.

She’s stiff at first, clearly shocked. But I just keep my arm there and after a moment, she relaxes. It takes fifteen minutes to get to the condo, and by that time she’s asleep.

I sigh. The excitement I feel at holding her sleeping form in my arms is fucking palpable.

Oh yeah, something inside me is changing, and it’s all her fault. I hear the question she asked me earlier ring through my brain, and I clench my jaw, staring at her slumber-relaxed face.

“Are you okay?”

I huff a sigh as I lay her gently on the bed, lifting the comforter first so I can pull it over her. Then I kiss her cheek, breathe in her hair, and make a promise to myself to always do right by her.

I won’t allow anything else.

“Are you okay?”

Ha. I’m so fucking far from okay.

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