Page 79 of The Heir
"It's been three days!" I laugh, pulling my hand back. "Have mercy on your poor wife!"
"Never." He grins at me with that cocky smirk I love so much. "I don't even know the meaning of the word."
"That's funny. You seem to knowexactlywhat it means when I'm correcting my good boy."
The effect is nearly instantaneous. His eyes flash with lust, and he rakes his gaze over my bikini-clad body. His eyes linger on every stretch mark, every roll, everything I'd hated about myself for so long. He doesn't love mein spiteof my body, he loves me—all of me—and he makes sure I know it.
"I'm not your good boy, darling. Not tonight. But will you be my good girl?"
It's my turn to smirk. "We'll just have to see, won't we?"
Dante shoves the door of our hotel room—more like a condo, really—open with a crash. I wince at the loud bang. I'm sure there's a hole in the wall, but we can pay for repairs.
Fuck, repairs should be the last thing on my mind. My husband marches me directly to the king-size bed and whirls me around. When I gasp, he lets out a dark chuckle.
"Scared, love?" He doesn't give me the chance to answer before he smacks his hand across my ass with a sharpcrack. "You should be."
"And if I'm not?"
"Inadvisable." He slaps my ass again, then gently rubs the stinging flesh. "Unless you want more?"
More. I always want more. I want more of him, of us—ofthis. Letting out a tiny giggle, I lean over the bed and hop up on my tippy toes. The guttural groan he tries to stifle lights every nerve ending ablaze. But I'm a glutton for punishment, and I shake my ass back and forth.
"Give me everything you've got, Dante. Unless you can't dish it ou—"
He doesn't give me the chance to even finish my sentence. Dante kicks my feet apart, and I land face down on the bed. The crisp cotton sheets have a distinctly luxe feel to them, and I hold back another laugh. Before him, before our children, before… everything… I was barely scraping by.
And now I'm about to get railed by the love of my life. But I don't have to make iteasyfor him.
"Is that it?" I pant out, shimmying my hips.
"Watch yourself, love." He lands another smack on my ass cheek—the left one, this time. "You're being a very bad girl. Do you know what bad girls get?"
"Punished?"
"Punished," he confirms. I hear the faint rustle of fabric as he drops his swimwear to the floor. Just as I shudder in a breath, anticipating what's to come, he drops his thick cock between my ass cheeks. "Feel that, love? Do you feel me? I'm going to fuckingwreck you."
An inhuman moan rumbles from my chest as he slides his thick head down between my lips. He teases my entrance with a whispered "fuck," before pushing in slowly. I feel myself stretch around his head, his length, until he settles with his hips pressed firmly against my ass. Fuck, he makes me feel sofull.
"Tell me how you want it, love," Dante grits out.
"Hard. Fast. Slow. Deep. Fucking—give me anything, everything, please!" I mewl, writhing under his firm grip.
He chuckles. "Well, that's quite the conundrum, isn't it?"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I snarl, craning my neck to look at him behind me.
"You've been bad, so you have to be punished. We established this." He smirks as he pulls out a fraction of a centimeter, barely moving at all. "So, Ican'tgive you exactly what you want."
"Fuck you." I ball up my fist and pound the mattress. "Fuckin—fuck you!"
"Such a dirty fucking mouth." He pulls his glorious cock all the way out—I whimper at the loss—and he expertly flips me onto my back. "Come over here."
"Or what?" I ask, narrowing my eyes.
All the mirth drains from his face. His green eyes flash with lust—and a cold, controlled anger. A shiver rolls through my body. Fuck, I love when he acts like this. He doesn't say a word; he just stares at me.
Ah. I've poked the bear a little too much. Biting the inside of my lip to keep from smiling, I crawl to the edge of the bed. His thick cock glistens with my arousal—and a little bit of precum—right at my eye level.
