Page 77 of Desire and Revenge

“What did I tell you about getting involved in Cosa Nostra’s business?”

I raise a brow, then say with a full mouth, “Hmm. Not to?”

“And yet here you are.” His thumb presses against my lower lip, staring at them with a kind of intensity that makes my panties get soaked. “Tell Davide he will soon be without a job.”

I laugh, because it’s not the first time he’s threatened to fire his loyal man for giving me information. Little does Nero know that Davide’s fiancée is also a well of information for me. I know that the lifestyle is dangerous, and I’m definitely not going to be rushing off to wars or anything, but is it so bad that I want to know what’s going on in my husband’s life?

“He can come work for me when I open my clinic,” I grin at him saucily.

“And how is he supposed to survive being jobless for a few years?” he asks, and I wince.

I had applied to three different colleges around the area, and after two sent me back rejection letters, I had started to lose hope, until I opened the third one and saw the words “Accepted.”

“You want to go to school? Again? What for?” My mother had screeched when she heard the news, followed by a hesitant. “Congratulations, I guess.”

“He can live off one of those limitless credit cards you gave me,” I muse.

“Limitless.” My husband makes a strange sound in his throat. “With the way you’re really determined to buy the entire country out of all its jewelry, that card may not be limitless forever.”

I roll my eyes at him because I know he truly doesn’t mind my expansive jewelry collection. In fact, the other day, he had me drape myself in diamonds—neck, wrists, ears, ankles—and then he had fucked me in just them.

Slowly, I raise the last slice of mango to my mouth and chew it, giving him a challenging look. “I believe, Mr. Castello, that that was the last of my fruit.”

“Is there a reason I’m being informed of this, Mrs. Castello?” he drawls.

I’m already pushing my panties down my ass and thighs. “I will leave you to use your imagination, husband.”

Luckily for me, he’s not wearing jeans today. The dark sweatpants mold to his muscled thighs expertly and makes my mouth water and, to my delight, I pull down the waistband of the pants and his cock immediately jumps free.

I like nothing more than an easily accessible Nero.

“My imagination is failing me, Princess.” His hands settle on my hips, digging in almost painfully. “Fuck, you are so sexy.”

“How sexy?” I tease.

In the short time Nero and I have been openly together since Sebastian’s death, he’s restored my confidence and a teasing, playful side of me that I’ve always been too unsure to let loose. With Nero, I’m not ashamed to ask for what I want, because he will never make me feel depraved about it.

Instead, he will scour the ends of the Earth just to deliver on a silver platter my most insignificant and slightest desires.

“You make me want to forget everything back home and just stay here, forever,” he confesses.

It’s the same with me, but I know that we can’t just run away from our responsibilities. My husband hasn’t come this far just to give up now. He wouldn’t be the man I love and respect if he did.

I go up on my knees and position his cock to my slick entrance, gaze pinned on his.

“Don’t tease me, Princess,” he snarls, and then his grip on my hip tightens further, and I’m slammed down on my husband’s thick, long cock.

The walls vibrate with my scream as I’m impaled on seven inches of pulsing erection.

“Oh God, oh God,” I pant, trying to catch my breath. No matter how many times he pushes into me, the sheer size still manages to take my breath away.

He lifts me up again and brings me down. Our mouths melt against each other at the second stroke, eager and messy, tongues dwelling and teeth crashing against each other’s.

Nero raises my hips again, but this time he spins us, so my back is to the bed. When he grabs hold of the headboard, I just know I’m about to have my mind blown, like every other time with him.

“I’m going to fill you up till you are leaking me for days, and then I’m going to do it all over again.”

I nod eagerly. “Yes, please.”

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