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He pushes me down on his desk, grabs my hips with both hands and yanks me back to meet his thrusts. I scream and hold on to the table for dear life.

“Your ass issofucking tight. No matter how much I pound into it, every time I thrust forward I have to breach your walls and stretch them again.” He takes my arms and bends them behind me, pinning them together at the small of my back with his hand. “But you’re soaking wet for me, little wife. Your thighs are running with your juices. You love getting your ass fucked. I knew you would.”

He reaches around my hips and his other hand finds my needy clit. When he takes three fingers and rubs over it, stars explode behind my eyes and I come with a throat-ripping scream.

I thrash against the desk, arching my back and unwittingly throwing my ass back at him as I ride the waves of the most powerful climax I’ve ever had.

Thiago smacks my ass painfully, extending the orgasm for long seconds that feel like they stretch into minutes.

“Fuck!” he screams, slapping my pussy and driving me wild. “Being inside your ass while you came was unbelievable. Your muscles squeezed me so hard you almost sucked the blood right out of my cock.” His fingers slide down and then three thrust into my soaking pussy. “Do it again,” he orders.

“Ah, I c-can’t. Oh my— oh, fuck.”

“You can.”

His fingers start pumping loudly inside me alongside his cock in my ass and I feel the need coiling in my stomach once more. I’m so wet that he easily slides a fourth finger inside me, making my entire body shudder at the stretch. I’ve never in my life been so full and the approaching orgasm scares me. It feels like I’m climbing the highest mountain possible and the fall on the other side is going to tear me apart.

He’s uncaring of that, his fingers and his cock edging me blindly towards the cliff. My arms remain pinned at my back as his thrusts in my ass turn completely manic. He’s pounding inside me so hard that my teeth rattle.

I’m barely holding on, barely keeping a hold on my own sanity, barely even conscious at this point.

And then his fingers curl inside me and start rubbing against the special spot in my pussy that’s hyper sensitive.

My entire body locks and I freeze. Black takes over my vision as I go temporarily blind. He drives to the hilt inside my ass until my cheeks are pressed against his pelvis to either side of his cock. My mouth falls on the ghost of a scream and everything breaks.

The scream finally rips from my throat and the muscles of my ass clamp on his cock and juices gush madly from my abused pussy as I come and come and come.

Thiago roars loudly from behind me, bottoming inside me as his own orgasm claims him. Hot cum bursts from his cock and shoots inside my used ass. It feels like it goes on for hours before he slumps over my body, trapping me on the desk beneath him with his cock still inside me.

We lay there catching our breaths for a long time before he pushes back the hair from my face, revealing my eyes to him. He brushes kisses along my jaw and up the side of my face to my ear.

“If you’re going to squirt every time I fuck you in both holes, then that’s the only way I’m going to take you from now on.”

An erotic shiver flutters down my spine and I giggle breathily. Thiago presses gentle kisses along the line of my shoulder and to the back of my neck, his mouth reverent in its devotion to me.

When he’s caught his breath, he turns me over and scoops me into his arms. Mine wrap around his neck with ease and I look up at him from under my lashes.

He stares down at me like I’m an addiction he has no hope of ever getting rid of, his eyes burning with fanatic adoration.

“You torment me, you know that right?” His arms tighten around me. “You plague me. Youconsumeme. You have since that very first day. And now you’re completely mine.” The smile he gives me lights my insides on fire, fueling the flames of my love for him that much higher. “Let’s go home,amor.”

Chapter Fifty-Eight

Tess

Over the next few weeks, we settle into the happiest part of our marriage so far. Thiago works mostly from home so that when I come home from the office, he’s there to greet me.

After some maneuvering and negotiations with other board members, Tristan and I successfully ousted my father out of the CEO position. My brother was never interested in taking over the role so he breathed a major sigh of relief when I stepped in.

It’s been chaotic and hectic, the most grueling weeks of work I’ve ever had because of the state my father left the company in. It’s also been thebestweeks of work. I’m excited for the challenge ahead, for fixing the years of bad decision making and poor strategy with him at the helm.

When I’m not working, I’m spending time with my husband. We still meet in the middle of the night for ice cream, although this time we go down to the kitchen together, holding hands and giggling like we’re teenagers. He still claims not to like ice cream, but he downs half a pint every time I bring it out. I should specify that he likes to put it in my mouth first, then kiss me and lap it into his own mouth with his tongue. He says it’s just an excuse to kiss me, but he’s still eating the ice cream, so it counts.

He takes me on dates, to restaurants like he does to business dinners and events. I’m turning into quite the mafia wife, something I never thought I’d say even six months ago. I meet more of his allies and witness the burgeoning relationship with Matteo Leone and his second-in-command and cousin, Enzo Leone. They’re getting close to finding out what happened to Adriana. It’s in the air, that feeling that they’re closing in. I know that once Thiago has resolution on that front, once he can finally put her to rest and mourn her, a colossal weight will be lifted off his shoulders.

Sometimes when we’re together, I see his gaze turn faraway. He seems like he disconnects from the present and travels to another point in time, maybe to another reality altogether. I watch over him carefully, letting him go for those precious moments where he thinks about his sister. He always comes back, always with a bemused expression on his face like he only noticed he was gone because he comes abruptly back into his body. And I’m always there with a comforting touch and an encouraging word, ready to listen. The more he tells me, the more I’m determined to help him.

So I do in the only way I know how right now – I pour over the hundreds, if not thousands, of documents he gave me. Adrenaline carries me through the hours upon hours of research. I’m looking for patterns, for recurring payments made specifically to the list of vendors Thiago provided who said they hadn’t been paid when there were clear transactions listed in the financial documents to the contrary.

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