Page 195 of Vows of a Mobster
Yeah, it is so much better if everyone but Marissa sees this.
Sixty-Nine
Mateo
Istared at my wife, trying to keep all my rage and emotions buried far down. But it was impossible as images of Declan’s hands all over Brianna swam in my head. I couldn’t forget the way he trailed his mouth over my wife’s body, he tasted her pussy, grinded his cock against her… nobody was allowed to taste my wife and live through it. That dessert was reserved only for me.
Her big brown eyes stared up at me.
“You are mine.” My voice was rough. “I kill people for taking what belongs to me.” I was on the verge of losing my mind and tearing everything and everyone to pieces. “He took what’s mine,” I gritted, the words low so only two of us could hear them.
“I’m yours,” she uttered softly. “I’ll always be yours.”
That should have settled the simmering jealous beast inside me, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted to brand her, claim her for the whole world to see.
I lifted her arms in a vise-like grip and planted them above her head. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Y-yes,” she stammered. I was a fucking beast, a lousy husband. She shouldn’t have to endure this after what had happened today, and yet, the rage made my brain hazy, the blood pumping in my ears. “I only want you, Mateo,” her voice was soft. “Only your hands.”
Nearly every part of our bodies touched. My wife fit perfectly against me, each fiber of her softly surrendering to the jealous beast of her husband. I skimmed my nose up her cheek, inhaling deeply her scent of lemon and lime. God, my wife was the only human being that undid me like this.
While my hand still held her arms above her head, I shoved my other hand up her dress, placing it on her hip. I gripped her hard, my fingers digging into her soft skin.
My gaze drowned in hers, soaking in her expressive and luminous eyes like a dying man. My lips were close to hers, her warm breath like a caress on my skin. Shivers rolled over my body, the need to possess her shaking me to my core. The sense of time and place was completely drowned out of my mind. I was only aware of my wife, my need for her.
I slammed my lips roughly onto hers, kissing her harder as her body was trapped between me and the wall. She didn’t fight me. Instead she completely surrendered, giving into my touch.
I was furious. Jealous of the way her body responded to Declan’s touch. The way her body looked against his. It wasn’t rational, but this intense jealousy wasn’t rational either. Her body was soft against mine, driving me crazy.
The moment I released my hold on her arms above her hands, her shaky hands reached for the buttons on my shirt and undid them all. The pants followed. She unfastened the zipper and my cock sprung free, glistening and begging to be inside her. I grabbed her thighs and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and in one swift move, I ripped her panties off.
“Mateo.” My wife put her hand on my face, her touch soft and gentle. “I love you.” Her words breathed life into me.
“I love you more.” It was cliché, but my world started and ended with my wife.
Her legs still wrapped around me, I walked us off the balcony. In the hallway, the first corner I spotted, I pushed her back against the wall, both of us hidden from the full view. I needed to claim her.
I lined my cock at her entrance and pummeled inside her. All my senses focused on her moans and screams as my hips thrust forward, in and out. Her lips, her moans and every touch… they were mine. I thrust inside her again, picking up speed, her pussy clamping down on my cock. I pumped in and out, my control lost.
Her back bowed as she screamed her release and her body shook with the orgasm. I thrust harder into her, her pussy tight around my cock and followed her over the edge, coming inside her.
“Fuck,” I grunted through labored breaths, the tension finally drained out of me. “I lost control.”
Brianna laughed and pressed tighter against me, using me as a shield. “You did, just a tiny bit. But it felt good. And I can feel your anger is gone.”
“You are my wife,” I muttered, leaning my forehead against hers. “Not an angry fuck.”
“That was a claiming fuck, husband,” she chuckled softly. “And I loved it. Although let’s not have exhibitionist sex in the future.”
A low, choked laugh escaped me. “I don’t deserve you.” It was true; I didn’t. She deserved a sweet and kind man. Not an overly possessive and jealous one.
“You deserve me and I deserve you. You are mine and I’m yours. Nothing more, nothing less.”
My wife was the best gift this life could have given me.
Epilogue
Brianna - Two Years Later
