Page 92 of Illicit Temptation

“Trace,” she starts but the exhaustion in her eyes guts me.

“Come on, it’s late, let me show you the bedroom.” I kiss her forehead, and with my lips pressed against her skin, I add, “Our bedroom, if you’ll just give us a chance and trust that I want you and only you. For better or for worse.”

I bring her into the primary bedroom where Shea stops short.

She lets go of her breath. “Trace. That view.”

“No kidding.” I pinch her chin.

“Stop. You got me here.” She steps past the king-size bed with a black leather tufted headboard and dark blue bedding and goes toward the far wall also made of all glass. “I love my ocean view. But this...”

“This...”

Shrugging. “It’s exciting. At the beach, it’s just water and the moon. It’s...nothing. This is everything. All these lights are people. Stories.”

“Clients,” I whisper in her ear and watch her eyes slip close. “I will stand up to your brothers. I will fight for you, Shea.”

I’d just feel better with her father on my side.

“It sounds like a fantasy,” she whispers.

“I’ll make all your fantasies come true, princess.” I turn her around and unzip the back of her gown to strip her out of this bridesmaid dress.

“Always the bridesmaid...,” she laments, running her fingers over the fabric.

“My secret bride.” I toss the gown aside and unhook her bra. I’m tired of itnotbeing her turn. She’ll have the biggest, badass wedding dress money can buy. My money. And I won’t take a dime from her brothers, they can keep whatever the hell money Nico Scava was promised.

Once she’s naked, I lay my wife out on my bed. I lavish Shea’s silky skin with my tongue, moving down every inch slowly until I get between her legs.

“I love it when you do this to me while you’re still in a suit,” she moans.

“The suit I wear to protect you.” I spread her thighs and lick her cunt until she comes in my mouth.

“Trace,” she cries out my name as waves of pleasure storm through her.

“Stay right there.” I back up and shed every layer of my clothes until I’m completely naked with a dick so hard for her, it’s nearly unbearable. “Play with that drenched cunt I just licked.”

Shea drags confident fingers through her slick folds wearing a grin I want to remember forever. It feelsdifferent here. The power balance shifted,evened outreally more than anything.

God, I love her like this. Under my control, and submitting to me. Her flushed face, wet cunt, trembling heart, and the wild look in her eyes are her consent. But I check, anyway.

I climb on the bed and line up my dick to her soaked entrance. “Consent, princess?”

“Yes, you have my full consent. Now hurry up, please.” She pulls at my hips.

“Your begging lights me up like a stick of dynamite.” Electricity zings through me and adrenaline replaces my blood to tighten my balls when I push inside her.

Her groan and slick channel feel like heaven.

Her pink, smooth pussy sucks me in and strangles me. I needed to fuck her so badly. “This is too damn good, but I’ll come quickly because you’ve got to be sore from my savage fucking this morning. That kind of roughness is reserved for when I need you so much, I can’t even speak. When I don’t say a word. When I kick the door closed, draw the blinds, and make sure we’re not within ten feet of anything that can fucking shatter. I will lay you out and fuck you until you cry out of my name,” I groan, rocking my hips. “Christ, you take me so well, princess.”

Shea grunts in response. My princess comes in violent waves around my cock, her juices dripping down my balls. Her contractions do me in, and I come, too. With a jerk, I drench her with so much seed, not caring one damn bit if it all goes to waste.

She’sall I want.

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

Trace

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