Page 34 of Bones

“I want you to understand. I am a billionaire several times over. Everything I have is yours, so you are a billionaire as well. We will have problems like anybody else, but money will not be an issue. Butterfly, you are stunning, and you should have beautiful clothes.”

This probably shouldn’t be an issue, but I worry about the future. When I was really little, my parents would argue about my mother shopping too much. And I don’t want to end up like they did. He doesn’t know that, and I can’t tell him, because I don’t want to have a conversation about my parents with him.

“Understood?” He asks and I roll my eyes at him. Immediately, he arches an eyebrow as he hands me a purple dress. “Go try this on. Now.”

His voice comes out stern, and almost threatening, so I go to the changing room. When I move to close the door behind me, he stops it from closing and smirks at me. “Put your hands on the wall, Butterfly.”

“Luca,” I breathe and he glares at me. “Now, Athena. Don’t make me tell you again.”

I walk to the other side of the large dressing room and place my hands on the light blue wall, as he comes up behind me and runs his hand down my back to my ass. Leaning his head over my shoulder, he whispers in my ear, “My wife would never roll her eyes at me, would she?”

“I’m sorry.”

He chuckles. “Are you?”

Hooking his thumbs into my shorts, he pulls them down to the floor and I complain, “Luca, there are people in the store.”

There aren’t many. A few of his security guys, and two people working in the store, but still, we aren’t alone.

Running two fingers along my slit, he groans, “They won’t complain. Do you know how much money they’re making from this sale? You were rude to me, wife. Now you get the opportunity to make it up to me.”

“How?”

He growls in my ear, “By coming all over my cock.”

The sound of his belt is loud in the changing room as he undoes his pants. I place my hands on the mirror, and he says, “Good girl,” proving that is what he wanted.

I look in the mirror as he nudges my thighs further apart with his leg. He pushes into me with one hard thrust, causing me to gasp from the intrusion.

He wraps his hand around my throat as he fucks me from behind. This is not new for him, he’s done this many times, but it’s the first time I can see it with my own eyes. I stare at the skull tattoo on his hand, and realize how beautiful it is. A black skull with a dark purple rose in one of the eye sockets. Mesmerizing.

“Butterfly,” he groans, as he pulls out most of the way and slams back inside me.

I bite my lip as an orgasm threatens to make me scream, and immediately he scolds me, “I don’t think so, wife. I want to hear you.”

Releasing my lip, I cry out, hoping nobody else hears me as I tremble against the mirror. “Good girl.”

He picks up his speed, and when I spot his clenched jaw in the mirror, I know he’s close. As much as I enjoy how he makes me feel physically, this is my favorite part. The pleasure in his gaze, the slight parting of his lips, and the sexy grunt that escapes. That and when he spasms inside me.

“Fuck, wife. Every goddamn time you feel better than the time before.”

Pulling out of me, he spins me around and grabs my face, aggressively pressing his lips to mine. His kiss is desperate, like he didn’t just fuck me.

He pulls my shorts up before putting himself back into his pants. Ignoring his smug grin, I ask, “Do you want me to try on the dress?”

Luca shrugs his shoulders. “If you need to. I don’t care, I just wanted to fuck my beautiful wife.”

“You’re an animal.”

He chuckles softly. “I know I am, baby. Are we pretending you don’t like it?”

“No.”

The truth is, even the first time, when I told him no and fought him, I wanted him even then. My husband is hot as hell, and I can’timagine any woman turning him down. Of course I did because I was trying to get away from him, and that goddamn cage.

Luca steps closer to me and leans his head down. “That’s unfortunate. I thought I was going to need to remind you how much you love it.”

He stares at me with a heated expression, the kind that makes me forget to breathe.

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