Page 47 of The Fox

I sit, letting her words soak in. This woman has never taken a day for herself. I want to take her to the lake for a few days once she’s fully recovered. I need to give her a few days to forget she’s Amelia Conte, letting her be just a human being, letting her bemine.

“Enough about me. How was work today? You’re home a bit later than normal, Rhodes.”

“It was fine. Busy, but fine.” I grab her hand in mine, intertwining our fingers. “I got wrapped up in some of the administrative things and lost track of time. Forgive me? I popped by that little Thai place you love as an apology.”

I feel her shake her head before burrowing deeper into my side. “There is nothing to forgive, Ro.” Amelia peers up at me, the light she’d lost while hospitalized has now returned to her face. She pushes off my body and waits for me to stand before making the grabby hands she’s taken to using when she wants off the couch.

Relying on other people is hard for her, and Amelia has been working on asking for help, even if she feels silly. Her grabby hands are a way of doing that. I chuckle and pull her body to mine, letting her linger there as I run calloused fingertips along her cheekbone. It is a reverent gesture, one worthy of my goddess, of mykochanie.

Her tongue darts out, wetting her pink lips, and I surge forward to capture it. I weave my hands through her hair, keeping her face right where I want it. I pull back from her mouth, nipping at the flesh before swallowing hard. Amelia’s eyes are wild, unbridled to the point of madness. I search them quickly and finding not an ounce of hesitation, I give her one gentle kiss—a conservative peck on her lips.

And then I consume her.

I ravage her mouth, nipping again at the swollen flesh and licking at the seam of her lips, demanding her submission. I tighten my hands in her hair, slightly pulling her head further back and exposing the front of her neck. I rip my mouth from hers and trail my teeth down the skin there. Soft bites, washed away by my tongue, and I hear her gasp. I run my nose back up to her face and plunge my tongue into her mouth. One hand leaves her hair to rest on her jaw, keeping her mouth as it is - open, willing,mine.My thumb is at the corner of her lip, anchoring it wide.

Amelia whimpers, and I swallow it. Her hands roam my chest, the tips of her nails eliciting goosebumps along my body. Her hands reach under my shirt, skating along the hardened planes of my abdomen. The pads of her fingertips graze my nipples as I deepen our kiss.

She is a goddess of the highest order.

She breaks the kiss first, her hair now tousled and her breathing ragged. Amelia looks utterly fucked, and I haven’t even removed a lick of clothing. Her hands travel back down, resting on the buckle of my belt. The eyes of my siren flick up, meeting mine before a mischievous grin paints itself on her face. I feel her wrap those delicate fingers around the buckle before she starts to unfasten it. A hand dips below the fabric of my boxer briefs, and she grips my cock in her hand, running its length as her other hand struggles to remove my pants.

There is a voice in my head telling me that it is too soon, that she hasn’t healed enough for this. But I also know that the last thing Amelia wants is to be seen as weak. To stop her is to validate that thought.

I remove her hand and drop my pants, tugging my throbbing cock roughly. I pull up, rotating my hand around the crown, watching the way her chest heaves, gaze trailing down my body before stopping on my scars. I let her look. I have nothing to hide, and I can’t help the way my body bears my trauma.

“Do you want this cock, baby?”

There are questions dancing in her eyes, but nothing compares to the way her gazeburns. I take one step toward her, and she stays rooted in place.

“I asked you a question, Amelia.” I give another tug and drop my hand. I want Amelia Conte on her knees. Her mouth wrapped around my cock, taking what I give her. I need her mouth stretched around me, her whimpers mixing with the gags from swallowing me down like the good girl she is. The heat in her eyes tells me that she wants this. Sheneedsit. Submitting to me right now means proving she isn’t broken, means reminding her head that her body remembers.

“Yes.”

I reach around her, grabbing a cushion off the couch and placing it at my feet. She may be healing well but I will not have her undo all her progress. I straighten and tilt my head toward the floor. “Kneel.”

She sinks to her knees, using my hands as support before resting on her heels. Amelia Conte waits for my instruction.Fuck.Amelia keeps her eyes downcast, her curves trembling with anticipation.

Right now, she isn’t the leader of the Mafia.

She exists solely to be a good girl. To bemygood girl.

“Eyes,kochanie.” She peers up at me, desire ablaze in her eyes. I rub the tip of my cock along her lips, and Amelia parts her lips. “Such a good girl. You will not take more than I give you, understood? I am in control, not you.” I grab her bun and yank her head back to force those eyes to stay locked with mine. “You will do as I ask, yes?”

“Yes, Rhodes.”

It falls like a whisper, the breathiness of her voice confirming everything I’ve known. Amelia is submissive when it comes to this, to us.

“Stick your tongue out. More. Show me you want it, Amelia.” I take my thumb, pushing the muscle down, and despite her desire to suck my thumb, she stays still. I let it sit there, saliva pooling before dripping from the corner of her mouth. “Suck.” Her lips wrap around my thumb, and she goes to work, licking and sucking. There is no slowing in her movements, and I feel her hands move to the back of my thighs to give her leverage. Amelia Conte is proving to be quite a good girl.

I want to fuck her mouth. Her cunt. Her ass.

I pull my thumb from her and replace it with my cock. I let the weight of it rest on her tongue, and her saliva runs down her lips.

“Close your lips around me.” She starts to suck, and I grasp her chin firmly. “Did I say suck,kochanie?” She shakes her head, holding me in her warm, wet mouth. “That’s right. I didn’t. Now, are you going to be good for me?”

She blinks one slow blink, and I take that as her answer.

“I am going to fuck this mouth, Amelia. You will take it like the good fucking girl you are.” I give a gentle thrust, and she moans. “If it gets to be too much, tap my leg, baby. I will not have you hurting yourself simply to prove a point, understood?”

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