Page 11 of Cage the Storm
I spin around so we’re face-to-face, which is another mistake. It’s so much easier to say what’s on my mind when he’s not scrutinizing every inch of me. I’ve always thought that Nico knew me better than my husband, but that’s not the case, which causes me to be flippant and the reason no one takes me seriously.
“Did you ever think I’m bored to death? There’s only so much swimming and gardening a person can do before they’re climbing the walls.”
Closing his eyes, he pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a deep breath. Guess the truth hurts, but he’d never admit it.
“A wife’s role is to take care of the children and run the household staff. You can always collaborate with the chef to create meals, host charity events, and redecorate. You can do anything you’d like, just not outside of these gates.”
“Don’t you think three years is enough, Nicolai? Haven’t I proven my loyalty to this family since day one?” My chin tips up, and I know it appears I’m defiant, but I’m going out of my mind being here. It’s stifling, and I don’t care how many rooms this place has; I hate being here.
It’s not my home and never will be.
“I don’t have time to placate you, but maybe I should put a baby in that belly, so you’ll have something to do in ninemonths.” I’m thrown off kilter when his mouth crashes into mine and his hands settle on my hips, pulling me closer.
I lose all train of thought when his tongue spears into my mouth and his cock rises to the occasion. And I can’t help wondering if he’ll be as sadistic as his brother or if he’ll allow me my own pleasure. God knows, I yearn for a man who can give as well as receive.
When he sucks on my tongue, I moan shamelessly. His hard cock presses against my belly, and my nipples pierce through the fabric of his dress shirt. Everywhere he touches, I ache.
And then he leans in and whispers, “Tu mi vuoi, non è vero.” You want me, don’t you? Fuck yes, I do.
“Nicolai, please.”
Grabbing my ass, he picks me up, and I wrap my legs around him while our mouths collide. My bare pussy rubs against the cool leather of his belt. And in a few short strides, he lays me on the bed and runs his hands on the outside of my thighs. Lifting my short dress, higher and higher, until it’s wrapped around my waist. He sucks in a breath when he realizes I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
“Fottiti moglie.” Fuck wife. Guess I surprised him, but I wasn’t taking a chance of any panty lines showing through.
When he drops to his knees and his large hands press against the inside of my thighs, pushing them apart, I fist his hair. I’m not frightened by the onyx eyes that meet mine because I want his mouth on me like yesterday.
“Is this what you want before I fuck you senseless? My mouth on your sweet pussy?” I don’t have a chance to answer before his tongue lashes out and swipes my hard clit. Before he sucks it into his mouth.
“Yes, oh god, yes.” I lose count of how many lashes of his tongue it takes before my legs begin trembling and I’m on the brink of orgasm. Then he stops. “No, please don’t stop.”
Standing, he kneels between my legs and slips his hands inside the cutout of my chest. Exposing my breasts before his warm mouth latches onto one of my nipples while he pinches the other. My back bows off the bed, and I’m a bundle of need and want as he bites and sucks on my breasts while I cry out, “Fuck.”
His mouth claims mine, silencing my cries, as his tongue dominates mine just like the man himself. Nicolai is powerful and all-consuming as he towers over me, swallowing me whole with his large frame. He could destroy me if he wanted to. But I don’t fear him. I crave him.
I’m delirious and aching for his touch, but when he stands up, I miss the contact. Until I watch him unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants, and wait for them to drop to the floor. And just when he’s about to lose the underwear, there’s a damn knock on the door. In an instant, his head swivels. If looks could kill, whoever’s waiting on the other side would be dead. With a finger to his lips, he stalks into the foyer.
“This couldn’t wait until the fucking morning, Mateo?” If he’s interrupting him this late, then it must be important.
“I apologize, but I thought you’d want to know about an unexpected shipment that’s being delivered tonight.” Damn, they must have stepped into the hallway since I can’t hear another word.
Not long after, there’s a loud bang, and then Nico comes charging into the room like he’s going to kill someone, and my heart skips a beat. Jumping off the bed, I adjust myself just in case we need to escape.
“There’s an unexpected shipment that I need to take care of, so don’t wait up. I have no idea what time I’ll be home.” I learned a long time ago not to ask questions since it’s a good way to get yourself killed. So, I silently watch him as he rushes around the room before slamming the door behind him.
CHAPTER TWELVE
NICOLAI
“I thoughtI made myself crystal clear when I told you not to accept any more of these shipments, Mateo.” I’m beyond angry and have no idea how to get rid of this damn feeling in my fucking gut right now.
“I cut off all ties with Kingston, and I’m just as surprised. When I get my hands on them, they’ll be in the pit with the others. I only bothered you this late since we don’t have anywhere to house the shipment.” I’m pissed, but Mateo didn’t know that I was ten minutes away from fucking my wife. And with the taste of her still coating my tongue, I wanted more.
“Do you know how many are in this shipment, or is that a surprise too?”
“He swore there were only fifteen, so just let me know where and I’ll drop off the shipment.” I want to scream, there’s no such drop anymore, and this cargo is not something I can make disappear. If it weren’t for my fucking brother Giovanni, I wouldn’t need to deal with this shit.
The minute we pull into the parking lot, I grab my gun and get out of the car. Kingston gets out of his with his hands held high. Surrendering to whatever happens here tonight. Wise man, since he also disobeyed my orders.
