Page 68 of Devious Kingpin
I felt complete.Consumed.So much so that it terrified me.
CHAPTER30
Dante
Juliette tensed and I pulled back, searching her face.
She blinked, then looked away. Her fingers slid down to my front, and I noticed them trembling slightly.
“Juliette, look at me.” She raised her chin, her Ionian-blue eyes meeting my gaze, shimmering like the sun’s rays against the surface of the sea. “Are you okay?”
Her lips were swollen, tempting me. But I wouldn’t cave into my desire. She was more important than my hard dick.
“Yes,” she rasped, her fingers gripping my sweater. Her tongue darted out, wetting her full bottom lip that I wanted to bite. Fuck, I had to get my thoughts in order. She needed space, not my impulsiveness. Not my love. “I don’t want to stop.”
My cock swelled, on board with her plan, but my mind cautioned.
“We should take it slow.” I encouraged hoarsely while my dick protested, calling me all kinds of idiot in every fucking language. “There’s no rush,” I added, ignoring the hard bulge in my pants that threatened to spill in my pants and embarrass me in front of my young wife.
Two years without a woman was a long fucking time. I wasn’t a saint. Before my wildling ran into me, seducing me with her filthy words and her incredible eyes, I went through women like they were a commodity. But since then, I couldn’t get my fucking dick up for anyone. It zeroed in on her promise and her mouth, refusing to get hard for anyone else.
Juliette’s hand trailed down my chest and down to my pelvic area. She cupped my dick through my jeans, her small hand unsure of her movements.
“Are you sure?” she asked, tightening her grip slightly until a groan spilled from my mouth. Even with invisible scars, my wife was a formidable woman.
“I have an idea,” I gritted out, my hips pushing into the palm of her small hand. Thank fuck we were in the car or I’d have lost all my control. “You said panic comes when someone’s on top.”
A flicker of pain passed across her expression and her grip loosened, but before she could pull away, I continued. “You could tie me to the bed and you would be on top of me.”
A sharp gasp passed through those lush, red lips. I searched her face for any signs of repulsion at my plan. There was none. Her blue eyes were hazed and her cheeks flushed. Fuck, she was sexy as sin.
“You’d let me tie you up?” she murmured. I nodded. “Aren’t you scared I’d hurt you?”
“You can do anything you want to me, my wildling,” I rasped, like the damn lovestruck fool that I was. “Pain, pleasure… anything from you, it’s heaven.”
She blinked, her dark lashes casting shadows against her pale skin. I wished she were an open book. There were so many layers to her that she always managed to surprise me with.
“Then take me to bed, Dante.”
I didn’t waste any time. I jumped out of the car, opening her door, then rushed into the house, practically dragging us both up the stairs. Like the end of the world was upon us, and it was about to be the first and last time I’d taste my wife.
Once in our bedroom, I let her go and prowled through the room, kicking my shoes off. In one swift move, I took off my sweater and discarded it on the floor. Then I unbuttoned my jeans and took them off. I lay on the bed and found my wife watching me, smiling.
“You seem very eager,” she teased softly, walking slowly toward the bed.
“Two years is a long time,” I grumbled.
“Two years? Seriously?” At my nod, she agreed. “It is.” Tilting her head slightly at my still-covered dick, she said, “You going to keep your boxers on?”
I lowered my eyes. I left them on for her so she’d feel safer. “Probably better since it’s our first time.”
I knew it was the right choice when relief skirted over her expression. She wanted this but there was anxiety there too. After the way I tricked her into this marriage, I owed it to her to do right by her. Iwantedto do right by her.
“Okay,” she said.
Reaching to the nightstand, I pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Her eyebrows rose to her hairline and curiosity entered her blue eyes.
“Don’t tell me you’ve used those before?” she asked, a hint of jealousy lacing her voice.
