Page 41 of Merciful Lies

I leave him to it and walk inside the condo. I’m still seething. And there’s only one thing that’ll calm the beast raging inside me.

I roll my neck, hunting my wife through the silent condo. Normally, I walk slowly through the space, taking in all the subtle differences having a woman there has made.

Anna doesn’t do anything too big. Nothing she thinks might bother me, and I plan to cure her of that misunderstanding.

Truth is, I want her to mark this place. I want her to claim it, to claim me, as her own. I can’t wait to see what happens when she does.

I catch a glimpse of my face in the mirror, and I grunt. Blood is liberally splattered over my skin, and I tear off my shirt, using it to wipe the crimson wetness from my face.

It’s drying out now and I feel it on my hands, but I can’t take the time necessary to wash it off. I have to see her.

I jog up the stairs to the pool area and open the door, stopping when I find her floating in the pool.

But it’s not like my gorgeous wife is simply swimming. No, she’s butt ass fucking naked and her luscious body is drifting on top of the pool.

Her eyes are closed, and she looks even more relaxed than when she’s sleeping.

Rivulets of water sluice over her form, cascading between her breasts and pooling at the cropped curls covering the apex of her thighs. With her belly six months swollen with our baby, she’s even fucking hotter.

And I am done waiting.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN-ANNA

Istand up in the water, bringing my hands up to cover my nudity. But I’m too slow. Or Nico is just really fast.

He’s kicked off his shoes already. The water splashes as he jumps in landing right in front of me.

“Nico? W-what?—”

But that’s all I have time to utter. He’s closing the distance, slamming his mouth to mine, and God help me, I love it.

“I tried to give you time. But I’m not waiting anymore. You’re mine Anna, and I’m gonna fuck you like you’re mine,” Nico says.

His voice is gravelly and his eyes blazing, and more than anything, I hope he’s telling the truth.

I know I should refuse him. I should say no. But I don’t want to. In fact, I’m fairly certain I want to be his.

My body is humming, feeling alive for the first time in months. I want him to touch me. I’m desperate for him.

“Fuck. Anna, you’re so wet,” he says into my mouth, and I swallow his words whole.

He has two fingers buried inside my pussy and his other hand on my ass holding me tightly to him as he ravages my mouth.

Nico’s kiss is just as unbridled and wild as he is. His tongue is so long and firm, snaking into my mouth, leaving no part untouched.

I moan and suck on it, loving the way he tastes. I don’t know if it’s something he eats, a candy or a drink, but to me, Nico tastes like cayenne and honey.

Hot and sweet and so fucking sexy.

I open my eyes and notice red dots on his neck. But the water washes them away, and he’s touching me again, and I forget all about them.

“You want me just as much as I want you. Don’t you, Rosebud? Look how fucking needy you are, squeezing my fingers so damn tight.”

I nod. I am so needy. And it’s his fault.

He’s the one who dies this to me. No one ever made me feel like Nico did. It’s like he knows exactly where to touch me and how.

The filthy words he whispers while he walks me to one of the stools at the swim up bar on this side of the pool has me moaning. I’m trapped inside the steel bands of his embrace and there is nowhere else on earth I want to be.

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