Page 44 of Hush 3: Hidden Family

“God, I miss sex.”

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I walkinto the dance studio and find the dancer standing by the window. She has her back to me, but there’s something melancholy about her posture. I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her.

A smile comes to my lips as she settles back against my chest. Dipping my head, I kiss the soft skin on her neck. A soft moan leaves her lips.

I grow hard as she nestles her ass against me. Wanting to finally see her face, I place my fingers beneath her chin and lift her head. A growl leaves my chest as I see the face of my little wife come into view.

Suddenly, hair is cascading down around her shoulders. I reach to touch a loc like I have wanted to touch for years. She lifts on her toes and presses her plump lips to mine.

I groan and lock my fingers in her hair. Taking over the kiss, I open her mouth to me and devour her. The kiss turns heated and passionate quickly.

She turns in my arms. I hoist her onto my waist. Her back hits the windowpane as I continue to consume her sweet mouth. Her whimpers and moans turn me on as I move my lips to her neck.

I can’t stop myself. I want her so much. The feel of her in my arms makes so much sense in this moment. Here and now, nothing can take her from me.

Reaching between her legs, I fist the fabric covering her most intimate place. I twist and pull until I begin to hear the sound of tearing. With one strong yank, I shred the fabric, revealing her core to me.

Meanwhile, she has been working on the buttons of my shirt, revealing my skin to her soft touch. I look down to watch her brown hands glide over my chest. I groan as her touch heats my skin.

I find her core soaked. As I push my fingers into her sex, I rub her nub with my thumb. She cries out and drops her head back against the window.

“Michael,” she gasps.

Pulling my fingers from her dripping sex, I then shrug out of my shirt. Her eyes glaze over with lust as she takes me in. I reach for her kiss-swollen lips and drag my thumb down them.

“God, you’re gorgeous. So fucking beautiful, bella. I want you so much.”

“Please, Micheal, I want you too,” she breathes.

Her voice has taken on a sultry tone, dripping with desire. Leaning in, I take her lips once again. While kissing her deeply, I release my belt and unfasten my pants.

As we continue to kiss, I rub my length against her wet pussy lips. She wiggles her hips to get closer, causing me to slip in. Instead of pulling back, I thrust forward.

I wake with a gasp. Sweat soaks my hair, causing it to stick to my face. Reaching up, I push the wet locks from my face.

I glance around the room as I catch my breath. My cock twitches beneath the sheet, grabbing my attention. I wrap my hand around it and squeeze.

“Fuck,” I grunt.

CHAPTER 24

Become Like Him

Symphony

I dress in a black T-shirt and sweatpants and put on my black jogging sneakers. Today, I put my plan into motion. Michael doesn’t want me to come home because I’m not like him.

I want to go home. I want to be with him. So, I plan to become just like my husband. I will be an assassin for hire.

Uri has told me all about what they do for the families, my nonno’s and the Donatis. They make the bad guys go away. Michael said we don’t kill innocent people or those who don’t deserve it.

I can’t kill for my family like he does, but there has to be a way for me to show him we can be the same. I know just who to ask to help me. Once dressed, I make my way down to the kitchen, where I know I will find him.

Adriano is standing at the kitchen island with his coffee. He is already dressed for our morning run. I walk over to himand stand at his side. He looks down at me with a surprised expression.

“I want to talk to you. I need your help.”

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