Page 101 of Sunrise Malice

She’s right about that. When I’m not home with her, I’m out with Jean regrouping the remnants of our crime organization and starting the arduous process of reconstructing what we lost.

The one good piece of news: there are more of my men alive and well than I thought. They scattered to the wind and were keeping their heads down now that the heat is very much on, but Jean’sbeen doing a good job of rustling them up and getting them in touch with each other again. There’s still product to sell and territory to defend, which isn’t easy now that we’re hamstrung.

But we manage. Even though a dozen little groups start nibbling at our edges, Jean and I run a couple raids on some smaller, local gangs that think it’s a good time to fuck with me. That means more blood in the streets, but it can’t be helped.

They have to know we aren’t weak, or else they’ll get too aggressive.

On the night of the second day, I run my hands down Brianne’s body. She shivers at my touch. I love the way she reacts to me. Every one of her moans, the way she moves her hips, her soft little tongue, her pink stiff nipples, all of her. I’m endlessly fascinated by her movements and by what turns her on, and it’s like a treasure hunt when I try to push her buttons. Her orgasms are better than gold though, better than money, than food, than fucking breathing.

“Sometimes I worry about you,” she says, stretching out her arms as I lick one of her nipples. “Seriously, you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”

“Why would you worry about that?” I slip my fingers between her legs and tease her wet pussy. We’re both completely naked—there’s no reason to keep clothes on around her anymore.

I want my wife stripped, bare, and eager.

“I don’t know. It seems almost—ah, that’s nice—almost unhealthy.”

“Unhealthy?” I slide two fingers deep inside of her and curl them. “Is this unhealthy?”

Her eyes roll back and she gasps. “So unhealthy,” she moans, wiggling her hips. “You’re too obsessed with it.”

“With you,” I correct and bite her nipple.

She squirms as I slide my fingers in and out and suck her other breast.

“With using me like a freaking toy.” She groans, back arching. “Seriously, Julien. You’re insatiable.”

“Would you rather I stopped?” I move my hand back and stare at her, grinning.

She glares back. “Did I say that?”

“You implied it.”

“Maybe I’m unhealthy too.” She pouts and scoots closer to me. “Keep touching.”

I laugh, kiss her, and give her what she wants.

Everything about Brianne makes me realize what I want out of life. It’sthis, right here, these moments with her in bed making each other laugh, moan, and come, this is what I’ve always dreamed of. This is what all the struggle’s for.

Security. Strength. Safety. And lots of filthy fucking sex.

I love the way her mouth stretches around my thick cock. I love her little moans as she strokes me and she gasps as I tease her pussy while she sucks my tip. I love the way her tongue moves in little circles around my shaft and she licks the precum like it’s a treat. I slide myself into her throat and even though she gags and can barely make it halfway down, she tries anyway. And I fucking love that about her.

She rides me, sweat rolling down her back. She puts her hands on my chest and lets me smack her ass hard enough to turn it pink. I get her good and riled up, make her do some work, make her moan and gasp for breath, before I push her down and fuck her from behind. I love her face smashed into the mattress as she stretches around my big dick. I love how wet she gets, and the way she comes with her full body trembling and shaking, and I love how powerful that makes me feel.

I fill her and when we’re finished, I love how comfortable she gets when she curls up on my chest. Her breathing steadies and deepens, and I love that she falls asleep on top of me like it’s no big deal.

I’ve never had a relationship like this before.

Women are either with me for my money and power, or they’re terrified around me.

There’s never been this level of comfort before.

And I realize it’s because she trusts me.

Her trust means so much—it’s not easy winning over a woman like Brianne, and I feel like I’ve finally done something decent in my life, convincing her that I’m a worthwhile husband and partner.

All at once, I can see the truth.

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