Page 63 of If Tomorrow Never Comes

A laugh escapes me at her admission.Trust me, baby. Me too. It feels like heaven being inside her. She’s so warm and tight, and right now, she’s all mine and I am hers. Reaching up, I unclasp her bindings and guide her hands around my neck. “I need to tell you something,” I confess while thrusting into her at a leisurely pace. If this is the only chance I get to be intimate with her, then I damn well am going to enjoy every second of it. Madison’s breathing picks up with each thrust. Her perfect tits rise and fall, pressing up against me on each inhale.

“Tell me,” she whispers, bringing her hand up to cup my face. Her thumb rubs my cheek and she gives me a shy smile.

“I love you, Madison. I think I fell in love with you before I even took you captive. All the stories Selena would tell me about you, they made me crazy about you…and I didn’t even know you.” My pace picks up as I hook an arm under her thigh, changing the angle to get even deeper.

A tear drips down her cheek. “Iwantto love you, Diego. I just…”

“I know, baby.Shush. I’ve got you. Let me love you for as long as we have. I’ll take whatever you are willing to give me in return. Because having some of you is better than not having you at all. If tomorrow never comes, I’ll die happy knowing you gave me a chance.”

“Whatever Liam didn’t take along with him is yours. For however long that may be.”

“What happened to not talking about other people we’ve fucked while I’m bedding you?” I smirk, throwing her words back at her.

“Touché.” She giggles while lifting her hips to meet mine.Fuck me, her pussy is gripping my cock like a vice.I’ve never had this problem in the past, but I’m certain I won't last long. I’ve had blue balls every damn day—minus Red—which doesn’t count. It wasn’t the flight attendant I was getting off to, it was Madison. And let me tell ya, having the real deal? Holy fuck…

Lowering myself over her I claim her lips. This time she takes over, opening up to me and putting equal— if not more—passion into this kiss. I thrust harder and faster as she gets closer to her climax. I’m right there with her, about to explode inside her. When her panting becomes staccato and squeaky, and her pussy clenches even tighter, I fucking lose it. I pump into her until my ribs are screaming as well as the both of us. My back stings from her nails digging into its flesh. Sweat, blood and cum stick between our bodies. Where most people would find that disgusting and even gruesome…I’d call it a beautiful mess.

Sort of like us.

Like a little blood bothers me? Psh.You remember who you’re talking to?The goddamn Bone Breaker.

This feels like a dream. And if so, I don’t want to wake up. Because inthisdream—I actually get the girl. I collapse next to her and pull her into me, placing a kiss to her shoulder blade. “Are you okay?”

“Mhmmm. That was…yeah, I wasn’t expecting that. I wasn’t expecting to have sex with you at all, honestly.”

A hum of approval slips past my lips. Jesus…I’m acting like I got laid for the first time.Fuck, I feel amazing. Giddy, almost. This feelingis…incredible. She is incredible.“Which part? The part where I tied you to the bed? Or the part where I told you I loved you?”

“Both. And a few other moments in between.” She scrunches her eyebrows together and nods to the trash bin. I smirk against the soft skin of her shoulder and cradle her closer to me, basking in the calmness and warmth of this moment.The question is…how do I make it last longer?

“Come, lets get showered and make our way back upstairs. Our guests will be waiting on us to start dinner.

On a sigh she nods, gets up, and tosses her dress onto the couch. Her eyes go wide when she sees the mess we made on my black satin sheets.

Let’s call it art.

“Don’t worry about that. Get out of your head,Mariposita. That doesn’t bother me whatsoever. The staff will have that changed before we head to bed. Also, your second wedding dress is in my walk in, I tilt my head in the direction of the closet.

“Thank you,” she says while making a bee-line for the shower. I can’t help but enjoy the view as she waddles there, keeping her thighs squeezed together, which creates cute little dimples on each of her ass cheeks.I want to bite them.

I give her a minute of privacy before I join her. Coconut scented soap suds are scattered across her gorgeous breasts and toned stomach. She’s straining her neck back, careful not to get her hair or face wet, still wanting to preserve it for the rest of the party. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I spin her around and pull her close to me, placing a kiss on her swollen lips.

“God willing, when Geraldo and his men are at the bottom of the Aegean Sea, and this is all over, you’ll consider staying married to me.

She stays quiet while grabbing the bar of soap. Only when she starts to lather me does she look up and say, “Diego.”

I reach out to cup her face and kiss her again before rinsing off and leaving her to finish up. “Oh, and just so you know, you’re sleeping in here from now on.”

“And if I say no?” One of her eyebrows raise in playful defiance.

“Then I sleep whereyousleep.” I shrug. Because it’s true. I’d sleep on the fucking floor if that’s where she was. A genuine smile creeps its way to her lips as I close the bathroom door. I shake my head at the turn of events.

I may actually have a shot at keeping my wife. Hope blooms in my chest at the possibility.

But then again—you know what they say about hope, right?‘It breeds eternal misery.’”

We regroup with our guest,walking out onto the makeshift dance floor. I had party planners come aboard and cover the pool with plexiglass. The quartet begins playing a song I requested for our first dance. I pull my wife into me, taking her hand in mine and placing my other at her waist. The two singers, one male, one female, begin Michael Buble’sClose Your Eyes. Madison cocks her head to the side and raises her eyebrows, recognizing the song. We float across the dance floor, ignoring the myriad of looks from the crowd. Some ranging from confused, to angry, to finding this moment downright comical—even borderline pathetic.

Fuck ‘em.

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