Page 74 of Captive Mafia Wife

I step closer to Freya, my hands reaching for the hem of her soiled black pajama top. I gently lift it up and over her head, revealing her bare skin underneath. She's not wearing a bra, and I stare at the beauty of her breasts, her tight, peaked nipples.

She stands before me, unashamed and unafraid, her confidence making desperate need tighten in my core. I stand there fully dressed and soaked through, wanting her so badly. “You know you’re not allowed in the kitchen, naughty girl.”

“It was your idea.”

“But you pushed the button. What a mess. You’ll have to be punished.”

With a low growl in my throat, I scoop her up in my arms and carry her to the counter. She gasps softly at the contact, and I can feel her heart pounding against me. Her legs wraparound my waist as I sit her on the cold granite. She shivers at the contact but doesn't pull away from our heated kiss.

“How are you going to punish me?” Freya whispers. Teasing me with sexy naughtiness, she grabs the end of her ponytail, letting her teeth sink into her full bottom lip.

I snag a berry from the bowl, popping it into her mouth. Grinning, she offers me a bite. The taste of strawberries and cream explodes in my mouth, making me even hungrier for her. I kiss her, taking the berry and finishing it for her. Our tongues tangle, tasting one another and the sweet tang of fresh strawberries.

“I’m going to torture you, princess.” I dip another strawberry into what’s left in the blender, covering it as much as possible with the ice cream. Grabbing the back of her head, I distract her with a deep kiss as I move between her legs. She gasps into the kiss as I tease her entrance with the cold berry, pushing it inside of her.

I lay her down on the island, her back bare on the cold marble, her ass on the edge, her legs over my shoulders. “Lay just like that and take your punishment.”

I grab the pitcher of the blender, holding it high. With her hands folded under her head, she stares up wide-eyed. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Slowly, watching her face every moment, I tilt the pitcher forward. Ice-cold milkshake pours through the air, dripping all over the outer lips of her bare pussy.

She moans from the cold. I go to my knees, pants slipping in the milky mess on the floor. Holding her ass in my hands, I bury my face in her pussy, lapping up sugary cream and the taste of her. I find the strawberry, nipping at its end beforepulling it out and feasting on it. I replace the berry with my fingers, stroking her velvet insides as I suck and nibble at her clit.

“Oh God.” Her fingers dig into the backs of her thighs. “Oh. God.”

With a tight shudder running through her body, she comes fast and hard, back arching over the marble. “Oh MY GOD!”

Satisfied she’s pleased, I’m ready to feel her body against me, my cock buried inside her. She lays on the counter, legs hanging down weakly. I stand, rip off my shirt, tear off my pants, and grab her legs.

Before she’s fully caught her breath, I pull her from the island, put her on her feet, grab her hips, and flip her around. Gathering cream from the counter, I slide my flat and slippery hand from her lower back up her spine, cupping the back of her neck.

Needing to fuck her, I push her down on the counter. She sucks air in as her bare breasts press against the island. With one hand tangled in Freya's hair and the other holding onto her waist, I guide myself inside of her. We both moan at the feeling of being connected, of friction after so much teasing. Her hands splay, her cheek presses against the marble.

“How hard do you want me to fuck you, princess?” I grab her hips, thrusting deep inside her.

“Harder!” she moans.

“God, you’re perfect. “A laugh chokes off in the back of my throat as the first waves of climax start to hit me. My pulse drums in my ear as I hold her hips, pulling her back into me over and over, hard and fast, my pelvis thrusting forward toslam into her each time. Covered in milkshake, my skin grows slick from effort. My fingers find her slippery clit, working it over as I fuck her from behind. “Is this how you like it, hard and fast, my naughty princess?”

“Yes! God. I LOVE the way you fuck.” She slaps a palm against the island, gasping as her body tenses. Her shoulders tighten, her neck arching, her head curving back as her pussy locks around me like a clamp. “Fuck, Fredrick! Fuck.”

I slap her ass, groaning as I bury my cock inside her, my fingers digging into her hip as I come, hot and flowing, filling her till it spills out of her. I collapse against her back, my chest slick and sticky against her skin. She reaches for the back of my head, stroking my hair. “Damn, you’re good at what you do.”

“You too, princess.” I kiss the back of her neck, savoring the sugar and salt. Gathering her into my arms, I carry her to our massive shower, lathering every inch of her skin. I even shampoo, rinse, condition, and comb her hair for her.

Dressed in robes, our hair damp, we stand in the kitchen doorway, staring at the mess—floors, walls, ceiling all covered in sticky drying cream and chunks of berries.

Sharing a glance, I say, “So this is why they keep us out of here.”

“Ready to tackle our biggest challenge yet?”

“No,” I say, overwhelmed by the disastrous kitchen. “But Morven will kill us if we don’t try.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Freya

I don’t knowif I believe time heals all wounds, but I am pleasantly surprised by how quickly I’m starting to feel better. Sweet Leah sending me daily selfies of her and Ophelia’s smiling faces, complete with updates, has helped with the transition, keeping me focused on Ophelia’s bright future rather than my own missing her.

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