Page 81 of Isle of Pain

I consume his lips with mine, mould my body to his, grip his shirt so he can’t escape. Though he would never try. He tastes like hope and my solace. I breathe him in with every nip and lick, never letting up until I have to come up for air, panting.

“Let me own you,” I breathe and he hands me the warm jewellery.

My throat dries as I open the lock. The gentle click sends a shiver up my spine and when I look up at Nico, I know he felt it too. Gliding the metal around his throat, I adjust it so the lock falls perfectly under the hollow of his throat, just above the place where he inked my name. Before I close it into place, I take a few seconds to luxuriate in the view.

Nico is still kneeling dutifully, obedient and pliable, my collar about to close around his throat, never to be open again. The ‘r’ of my name peaks from underneath the collar of his tee-shirt and the entire picture is so alluring, so enticing, I grow slick in my panties. “You look so perfect,” I tell him.

“Please own me, Marie.”

With these three words and my name on his tongue like a sin waiting to be committed, I lock the collar and we shudder at the sound. A slow smile spreads across his lips and I can’t stop mine, my cheeks hurting from the happiness. Laughter bubbles in my throat and I let it out before I collapse into his waiting arms. Nico holds me tight, kissing my hair and neck, anywhere he can reach without letting go of me.

“What do we do with the key?” I ask.

Nico doesn’t answer but lets me go, standing and holding his hand for the key. I give it to him, curious what he will do. He opens the sliding door to the patio and strides across it, flinging his arm in the arm and throwing the key further than my eye can track. It lands somewhere in the field of Scottish Bluebells and with it being so small, I’m sure we won’t find it any time soon.

I join him on the wooden deck and link my arms across his stomach, resting my face on his back. My eyes close and I breathe in the smells of the summer in the forest. Pine and fresh dirt. My favourite.

Home.

“I love you,” I tell him.

Nico turns in my arms and shuffles with his pockets, then kisses my forehead, before dropping down… To only one knee this time.

“And I love you,” he says as he holds a black velvet box.

I slap my mouth shut with both hands to stifle my gasp when he opens it and I take in the beautiful ring inside. On a band of gold stands a stunning marquise cut smoky black diamond. It’ssimple and elegant. I’m speechless as Nico glides the ring onto my finger.

“Be mine, Marie Capaldi.”

Words escape me and I nod, letting him swoop me bridal style and carry me to our bed where we spend our first night as future husband and wife.

As we fall asleep in each other’s arms, he absentmindedly caresses the tattoo on my collarbone while my hand rests on the bullet wound at his chest. With him at my side, I’ll weather any storm. He’s my rainbow.

TEN YEARS LATER

MARIE

“Mum! Leo and Gabe stole my phone,” I hear Ember yell from the other side of the exhibition hall, but I ignore her.

“You better fuck your cum into me faster, baby, or we’re gonna have a war on our hands.”

I pull my husband to me by the collar for a dirty kiss. He whimpers into my mouth and I get closer and closer to my peak. Every time he moans like he can’t get enough, he unravels me.

Now, my black silk dress is pulled over my hips as Nico drives into me with forceful thrusts, holding me up with his strong hands under my ass. He fucks me into the wall of the cleaning closet with fervour, never letting up despite how close to opening time we are.

“Are you gonna take my cum, Miss Marie? Are you gonna be dripping while I give a pretty speech about you as my muse?”

“Yes. God, yes. I want it,” I say. I’m mindless with lust, dark desire coursing through my bloodstream and making me let go more. I bite his lip until he bleeds and licks the copper taste with greed. “I want you to think of nothing else but how your wifeis leaking your cum down her thighs while you stand there with your pretty cock in its cage, making it so painful you wince.”

“Fuck.”

Nico swears and his rhythm picks up even more as he drives into me and we come together, mouths fused to block out our sounds of pleasure. This never gets old.

Nico drops me and my legs shake but I straighten up and let my dress fall back around me in a pool of soft fabric that accentuates my round belly. The very reason why we’re fucking like teenagers instead of giving the room the final touches for Nico’s art exhibit. Since we found out I’m pregnant with our fourth child, our twin boys have been insufferable and Nico has been insatiable, fucking me every night and multiple times a day if he can. As soon as the kids have their backs turned or are asleep, he’s on me, fully embracing his breeding kink. And I can’t say I’m complaining when I get so many orgasms.

“Mum!”

Ember’s voice echoes right outside the closet and we both freeze before chuckling and exchanging a quick kiss. I lock the golden cage again around his length, right up his black suit—no tie—and fluff my hair. Then, we’re out and trying to look as casual as we can.

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