Page 111 of Cruelest Contract
“I did. Right there in our bed. And I always tell you the truth, Julian.”
His eyes are so dark and intense. If he were a stranger instead of my husband, I’d be alarmed.
“I tell you the truth too,” he says with a hard edge on each word. “When I say that you’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted to marry, don’t doubt me. You’re all I fucking want. Now and forever,YOU ARE MY WIFE.”
I can’t hold out any longer. My knees are about to buckle.
“Then fuck me like I’m your wife. Don’t hold back. And DON’T pull out.”
A gleam of surprise flickers in his eyes.
This victory twists my mouth into a smirk.
But there’s hardly time to savor the triumph of shocking him. He suddenly lifts me like my body weight is nothing and throws me over one shoulder. I can hardly keep track of what’s happening before I’m dropped on the bed. My panties are clawed off. I’m flipped to my belly and my hips are hauled up until I’m on my knees.
Mindful that there’s a whole house of people who are wide awake, I snatch a pillow and push it over my mouth to muffle any noise I’m about to make.
Julian tests me with his fingers. He drags the tip of his cock over my entrance. At this point every delay is just torment. I’m aching with the need to be used until I’m panting and wrecked.
He slides into me slowly. For the first few seconds I’m always stunned by the sheer size of him. This changes in a hurry and soon I’m pushing back, frantic to feel him push even deeper.
Each thrust he makes is primitive abandon. He sets a grueling pace and pushes my chest down to the mattress so he can lift my hips higher. The angle produces a sensation that’s impossible to describe. Whatever secret spot he’s hitting has never been reached before. The orgasm doesn’t rise slowly. It crashes into me with the force of a tsunami and I scream into the pillow. All sense of time and place is briefly lost.
I still haven’t recovered when he goes over the edge. Meeting my challenge, he doesn’t pull out. Nothing can match the feeling of him shuddering and releasing while he’s still inside my body with no barrier between us. I’ll take whatever he gives me. I’m greedy for every drop.
We’re both sweaty and gasping when he finishes and falls to the mattress. He immediately pulls me close and I revel in the sensation of his pounding heart under my cheek.
“Welcome home,” I say and kiss the spot where his heart lives.
Julian’s chest rumbles with a low chuckle and he casually sifts my hair through his fingers. “What’s gotten into you?”
“You did.” I curl my arms around his strong body, gripped by a fiercely possessive mood.
I can’t fault Julian for his shock. Sometimes I shock myself. And then I wonder what I’m becoming as I assimilate into the Tempestas’ world.
“How was Sicily?” I trace a heart on his skin.
A ripple of tension tightens his muscles and I raise my head to look at his face. He fends off the question by drawing me in for a deep, passionate kiss.
The message is clear.
That piece of his life will not be shared. It’s reserved for his father and his brothers and the grim armed men in their Mafia entourage.
A dull thud inside my chest might be disappointment. Or it might be jealousy, that there are parts of him beyond my reach.
In many ways, the Mafia is unknown to me. I’ve unwillingly lived on the margin of that violent club for my entire life and I’ve never felt a burning desire to know what goes on. Even if I did, women aren’t welcome there.
But here in this bed, Julian is all mine.
I know his body well enough to guess ten minutes is not too soon for him to get hard again. Intent on proving it, I move down his chest, kissing a trail as I go. I suck at the skin on his belly, wishing to leave my mark on him the way he left one on me. He groans and arches his back.
A smile spreads across my face before I dip my head and take him in my mouth. He tastes like us, like raw sex, and he gets harder by the second. His hands tangle in my hair as he fucks my mouth and growls out my name.
I swallow him deep enough to gag and then abruptly switch positions, moving fast to straddle him. With one jerk of my hips, I take him inside.
“Be careful,” he warns, eyeing me from below. “Or you’ll accidentally get knocked up.”
I respond with a sweet smile. “Who says it’ll be an accident, Julian?”
