Page 87 of Wrathful King
“Anything on—”
“No, nothing.” I wrapped a hand around her ass and pulled her so she stood between my legs. “You look ready for bed.”
A smile graced her full lips, her hands coming to rest on my shoulders. “Well, I didn’t see the point of getting dressed when you’re going to strip it all off in an hour anyway.”
“Cinnamon girl, an hour would be a miracle. I don’t think I’ll make it even five minutes.”
My palms already roamed her thighs, but before I could get to where I really wanted, she gently whacked my wrists. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, husband.”
This time a grin overtook my face. “God, I love it when you call me that.”
She shifted so she could straddle my lap, my cock brushing against her entrance. Her breathing visibly hitched and her nipples turned as hard as pebbles, straining against her silky camisole.
“I was thinking…” Her words drifted off as I clamped my teeth around one of her nipples and tugged. She dug her nails into my shoulder as a moan tore from her lips.
“What are you thinking about?” I said, tucking a strand of hair behind her delicate ear. “Me licking your pussy? Or you riding my dick?”
Her chest thrust into my face. “How am I supposed to think when you’re d-doing… s-saying… th-that.” Another tug on her nipple. Another moan.
“Continue,” I ordered.
“You continue,” she hissed, pushing into me shamelessly, and I couldn’t resist a chuckle. I fucking loved her spirit.
I raised my head, finding lust but also anxiousness in her blue gaze. That stopped me. “What is it?” The urge to protect her and wipe away any uncertainty from her expression flared within me. “Did I hurt you?”
Shaking her head, her curls bounced as she rushed to say, “No, you didn’t.” She pushed her hand in my hair, her fingernails dragging across my scalp lightly.
“I phoned Dante,” I told her softly. Her eyes met mine curiously. “I told him about Phoenix. He’ll know to look for a girl with red hair.”
She took her bottom lip between her teeth. “Should we help him?”
I shook my head. “No, he works best alone. We’ll only be in his way. We’ll continue our honeymoon and he’ll keep us updated.” She nodded reluctantly. “I know you’re worried, but we”—I wagged a finger in the narrow space between our bodies—“we need this. For us. For you.”
I suspected Phoenix had her own path to follow, and for the moment, it didn’t include us. My gut told me she would reach out when and if she needed us.
“You’re right,” she agreed with a sigh, then turned slightly pensive before continuing. “What do you think about Venice being our next destination?”
My brows furrowed. “Venice,” I repeated slowly. I lifted my hands so they rested on her waist. “Why Venice?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. It feels like that’s where it all started,” she muttered, and my earlier musings came back to me. Maybe my wife and I were more alike than I thought. “It was where your mother told mine that Phoenix and I were illegitimate. Mamma’s death.” The spark in her eyes slowly dimmed. “I know it’s odd, but it feels right to go there.” She blinked once, twice, and the light slowly returned. “Besides, it’s where our first kiss happened. It’s where we got married.”
I pulled her closer to me, cradling her to my chest. She was right; it did feel like it all started there. “Then to Venice we’ll go.”
Her fingers trailed over my shoulders, searing my skin. A soft smile curved her lips.
“Just like that?”
“Yes, just like that. Lykos’s words have been bugging me. It makes sense to go back to where it all started, and maybe Venice isit.”
“We can stay at Papà’s place.” Before I could protest, she quickly added, “Might be some secrets there worth digging up.”
“We’ll sleep in a hotel or on the yacht,” I told her firmly. “But yes, we can snoop around Romero’s place.”
“You don’t think of him as your father, do you?”
I kissed the tip of her nose. “Queen, that ship has sailed.” She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Her pain lingered. “I’ll forever be grateful to him that he kept you—intentionally or not, I don’t care. Angelo would have destroyed you just like he tried to destroy everything else he touched.”
“I’m sorry he was such an asshole,” she said sadly.
