Page 13 of Wicked Union

"That's a real good idea," Sal says, raising his drink to her. "Mrs. Ramiro, you are one smart lady."

Indeed, my wife is brilliant, and that brilliance makes me wish she wasn't so averse to the idea of being my wife, fighting me all the time. I excuse us from the conversation again and lead her away from them. She's heard enough of the family business for one night. I'll be taking her home soon, after a little more elbow rubbing. She may yet surprise me again, and I'm not a man who is easily surprised.

11

ARIA

Isaw the way Carlos's eyes lit up when I offered my convenient bit of advice to him. It's what makes sense to me, to merge the finances of the businesses those men own in order to save the weaker ones by leaning on the strength of the ones doing better. I've heard my father speak of this before. It's a crutch to get the at-risk company through the worst of the decline while tapping into capital elsewhere, though it's not typically done unless the business owners are entirely on board with a full merger.

Now at home, all I can think is how easy it will be to convince Carlos that he doesn't need his brother's leadership, that he's more than capable of assuming that authority and power. And, of course, how strange it is that Tito gave me only the deepest respect after that moment at tonight's party. He was a changed man, ushering me around from couple to couple, introducing me to his family and doting on me. It's like something in that conversation sparked pride in me or something.

I step into the flow of water, my party clothes left in the hamper. The water is steaming hot, relaxing away my fatigue. As soon aswe got home, I came up here to shower. Tito's cologne clings to the clothing and my skin, and while it's not the worst scent in the world, it just reminds me that there are too many things I don't hate about him. That I'm really not the one with the power in this relationship.

I soak my hair and add a bit of shampoo, lathering it up before rinsing it out. Sometimes, I don't know what I’m doing here, like I'm being torn down the middle. My family supports me, and if I told them my plan was to wait until my father's businesses were running well, then somehow find Tito in breach of the contract, they would support that. Dad and Jasper would caution me against anything too nefarious for fear that Tito would harm me, but they would at least help.

At times, I think my mom really wants me to hang in there, hoping that Tito will be to me like my father is to her now, years after my parents’ marriage. I can't ever see Tito being like that. Tonight, all I wanted was to stay on his arm where I felt safer, because I know him and I don't know his family at all. He pushed me away. I wasn't allowed to hear his "business talk", apparently, but when I did, it wasn't like I stole family secrets. And he was impressed by my knowledge, or that’s the way I see it.

And for that reason, I feel like maybe I'm wrong about Tito. Maybe there is more to him than just really good sex and a nasty, controlling attitude.

The door creaks, and I look over to see him walk in. He's halfway undressed, his coat and tie somewhere else. Bare feet pad across the white tile floor as he undoes his belt and slips his slacks off. I cringe as I realize he's going to shower with me. He has no idea I've been attempting to lure his brother into an alliance with me to push him out. I suppose for the time being, that's good for me.I'm not in danger, and Tito's magical fingers can make me feel things no other man has ever made me feel.

"Mia cara," he mewls as he steps into the shower, letting a burst of cooler air into the glass surround. It's something my father calls me, so it feels odd hearing him say that. I must really have charmed him with my intellect this evening. He doesn’t compliment me like this.

I turn my back to the water and face him as he moves in. His hands rest on my hips and make me tingle with desire. He's not just here to get cleaned up. His dick is half chub and there is a sea of lust in his eyes. He's staring at my tits, water droplets racing across my creamy skin.

"My God, you look incredible." His tight grip pulls me in, and I rest my palms on his chest.

"Am I supposed to thank you for that?" I ask in a sarcastic tone. I'm not sure why, but this feels different from normal. He's pushy and demanding, not complimentary and seductive. But his hips sway against mine, and his thickness squeezes between our pubic bones, making my groin pulse with ache.

"You don't have to say a thing. You were fabulous tonight." Tito leans in and nips at my earlobe. The rumble of his baritone tickles my ear as he continues, "Not only is that ass of yours fantastic in those pants, but you impressed my family." He scrapes his stubble along my jawline as he sucks on my earlobe and then grinds his dick against my pelvis.

"I'd have thought you were going to smack me for being stubborn and mouthy." My instinct to push back just never goes away. I'm sure if he were a man I fell in love with, I'd feel muchdifferently about this interlude in the shower. Besides, Tito is acting weird. One of us needs to be normal.

He chuckles, a deep, growling sound that threatens to melt my insides. His chest rumbles mine, and my fingers itch to claw at his shoulders and push him lower to where his mouth meets my core.

"You are sassy, I'll give you that. And a little sass is a good thing." His lips trail down my jaw to my mouth, where he captivates me in a breath-stealing kiss. My hands lazily walk up his chest and lock together behind his head. It's getting so hot in here, I can hardly breathe.

"Mmm, so you like when I talk back? You could have fooled me tonight." I arch my head back under the water as he nips at the skin on my neck and throat. His hands knead my hips, pulling me against him then gently pushing me away in a steady rhythm. I feel his dick getting harder by the second.

"A woman has to be strong, Aria. You are anything but weak." That's his nice way of saying I'm a bitch, and I'll own that. I am, and I don't intend to be anything other than that to him.

I press on his shoulders, hoping he'll go lower, but he sucks on the tender bit of skin just inside my collar bone as one hand slides up to my left breast to pinch my nipple. I shudder and moan softly, letting the water rush over my face. He knows how to draw pleasure from me no matter what mood I'm in.

"I think you and I would be amazing together, you know?" he asks, pulling away. He slides his dick between my legs where it can caress my slit and spread my moisture but not penetrate me. "We would make a perfect team, husband and wife, leading ourorganization to be the biggest in the nation. You just can't seem to respect that about me, but hopefully in time, you will."

He is all talk and no game, and right now, he's driving my pussy mad with desire. "Are you going to shut up and fuck me, or do I have to use the shampoo bottle to get off?" My snark knows no bounds. He smirks at me and kisses me again, this time letting his lips trail lower and lower.

I moan as his tongue flicks over my clit, his fingers parting my lips to give him better access. He lifts my leg up, and his tongue probes deeper into my aching pussy, drinking every drop of my arousal. His fingers slide inside me, fucking me as he sucks on my sensitive nub, sending me into a tailspin of bliss. The water hits his back and runs across it, leaving us beneath the waterfall of heat and steam

My moans echo off the tiled walls, my power being sucked from my lungs, and I have no way to stop it. The things he does to me make me want him to do them all that much more. And when he does them more, when I moan for him to give me greater heights of pleasure, I offer him more of a hold over my mind and body.

"Oh, God, Tito. That's it. Right there, don't stop," I gasp, my nails digging into his back as he devours me like he's starving and I'm the last woman on earth. He growls against my pussy, his fingers picking up a punishing pace as he sucks harder. My back arches, my core tightening around his fingers as he presses against an unknown spot with his tongue that has me seeing stars.

I press my hands to his hot skin, leaning over him as his stubble scrapes against my sensitive parts. The water hits my head and makes my hair fall like a curtain around my face, but I’m a quivering mess. His fingers work my pussy to a frenzy. I’m melting around him. I can feel the slick juices my pussy makesfor him, so much that he can’t even drink them in as fast as I make them.

I'm on the edge and I can feel the orgasm rip through my core, the waves of pleasure crashing against me like a tidal wave, pulling me under its grasp. "That's it,mo miúrín, come for me," he growls against my aching core, and I arch my back as convulsions ripple through every cell of my body. My pussy clenches around his fingers, milking his fingers for all their worth as I ride out the waves of my orgasm leaned against the tiled wall.

He slowly pulls out his fingers, and I can't help but whimper. My pussy still clenches, aching for more of him inside me, to feel him fill me up. He stands up and lifts me up against the wall, my legs wrapping around his waist as he positions himself at my opening. "I'm going to make you mine, Aria, in every single way possible. And when you finally come to the realization that we are better together, I hope it’s not too late for you.”

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