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He grabs my wrists where they’re tied together and uses them as an anchor as he pulls his hips away, rolling them back and forth as he picks a rapid rhythm back up. Saliva and pre-cum mix together and leak from the corners of my mouth and down my cheeks.

“I think you love it. And I think you’re going to look beautiful with a mouthful of my cum.”

Thiago’s eyes close, his face screwing with pleasure, his thrusts getting progressively more frantic. I shift my tongue from side to side, brushing wetly against his shaft and he groans loudly.

Finally, he shoves all the way back down my throat and stays there. A harsh wave of shivers hits him, making him shake, and then he’s coming with a loud curse.

His cock pulses in my mouth, jet after jet of warm cum hitting the back of my throat just like he promised. I do my best to swallow it down, but between that and his hard dick still being in my mouth, I choke.

He stays there for a couple more minutes, enjoying the heated warmth of my mouth as he comes down from his orgasm.

Finally, he pulls out. He puts himself away and pulls his trousers back up his hips, tucking his shirt in his waistband.

I’m breathing roughly, my face a mess of saliva, cum, tears, and mascara. When his eyes come back to mine, there’s a soft look in them. It’s almost scarier than the unhinged violence I’m used to because of the way it tugs at a part of me that resides deep in my chest.

Thiago leans in and kisses me, a decisive claiming of my lips with his, his tongue swiping confidently against mine. I expect him to keep going, to angle my face and extend the kiss but instead he pulls back.

His gaze tracks my lips as he retreats, a slow, cocky smile pulling at the corners of his mouth and revealing white teeth. His eyes flick to mine and raze me to the ground with one possessive look, his smile widening when he takes in my blown pupils, my parted lips, and the fact that I’m leaning in, wordlessly searching for his retreating mouth with my own.

With one look, he makes me understand who’s really in control here. I may have run from him for a couple months, I may have made him chase me, but as easily as with the press of his lips against mine, he’s got all the power back over me.

He makes it clear that what I ran away to avoid – that feeling of being entirely consumed and obsessed with him – he can flip back on inside me with no effort at all.

And that’s how I know I have to resist the call to sleep with him. Already, the urge sings through my veins, begging me to ask him to fuck me, but it needs to be ignored.

Only once he’s rubbed my face in my own desperation for him does he bring his mouth crashing back down on mine, devouring me.

We eventually separate, both of us gasping for air. Thiago pushes the hair lovingly back from my face, the touch more tender than anything he’s done since catching me.

I can’t tell which part of him is more possessive; his stare, his touch, or the words he whispers sinisterly against my mouth.

“My pretty little wife,” he purrs. “You’re all mine now.”

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Chapter Twenty-nine

Thiago

Ispend the vast majority of the flight back to London replaying images of Tess in the various positions I’d put her in in the back of the Rolls.

She hasn’t spoken since I told her she was mine, refusing to acknowledge Marco and Arturo when they joined us in the car. The air was still thick with our shared lust, but if they noticed it, they didn’t comment on it.

Tess keeps ignoring us once we get on the jet, going to the back of the plane into the bedroom and slamming the door shut behind her. If she knew how hard her shitty attitude made me, she’d change her tactics. The more she throws these little tantrums, the more I want to strip and spank her again.

Not touching her is going to be a fucking mission, but one I’m happily taking on. I want to see her finally break for me, admitting she wants me as much as I want her.

“So,jefe,” Marco starts with a grin, throwing an ace down on the table. He, Arturo, and I are playing cards. “Was it everything you imagined?”

“It?”

“You know,her. Was she everything you thought she’d be? You’ve certainly waited long enough for her.”

I stare at him over my cards. “Are you asking me if I enjoyed fucking my wife?”

We’ve been drinking tequila, throwing back shots with each lost hand, so his tongue is loosened beyond caution.

Marco gulps and looks at Arturo for assistance, but the man in question avoids his gaze. “Well…not in so many words.”

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