Page 83 of Thorns of Deceit
Then I opened the door to the back seat and motioned for Raven to get in.
“Really?” She shot me an exasperated look, then slid into the seat. I followed behind her, watching as she scooted as far away as possible from me. It was like déjà vu all over again, and I vowed it would be the last bit of space she’d ever enjoy from me.
Once they dropped us off at my apartment, I sent my brothers back to Raven’s apartment to pack up all her things, instructing them to also stop at the gallery she worked at and collect her painting gear. I wasn’t about to stand in the way of her passion, but there was no way I’d let her go back there.
Since the night we spent together six weeks ago, I’d had a studio set up for her here. She still had the one in my New York penthouse. It was completed after the explosion, but I couldn’t stomach converting it into something else. And now I was glad I didn’t.
The moment they left, I scooped up my wife into my arms.
“What are you doing?” she squealed, her hand on my chest.
“Bedroom,” I gritted.
I would sate this blazing intensity that burned between us. I wanted to hear my name chanted on her lips over and over again as she fell apart under me. Or on top of me, I didn’t fucking care.
All I knew was that I was spiraling fast and I wanted her in this whirlwind with me. Dammit, I wanted her love because fuck if I would be alone in this. I’d bury myself so deep inside her that leaving me would never again cross her mind.
I laid her gently on the bed, violent emotions twisting in my chest, while her eyes locked on me. My hands itched to touch her everywhere.
Unable to resist, I traced my fingertips down her slender neck and bent my head to press a kiss there, right where her pulse throbbed.
I inhaled deeply, taking her feminine scent into my lungs, while a shiver racked her body. But she lay immobile.
I brushed my mouth against her ear, my teeth scraping down the side of her throat.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I rasped darkly. “And I’m going to make you come again and again. I won’t stop until you beg me to.”
She shuddered, her low moan deafening in the silence. God, the noises she made would be the death of me.
“I’ll never beg.”
I chuckled. “We’ll see.”
In one swift motion, I ripped the hideous dress from her, leaving her in nothing but panties. My hand slid down her body, cupping her naked breast, and she arched off the bed. The sight of her body was one to behold.
I continued my path down her soft belly, removing her panties. She lay naked on the bed, like a Madonna ready to be painted. Too bad I’d kill any fucking artist who dared paint her nude.
“This cunt is mine,” I murmured into her neck, sliding my fingers past her wet folds. “Your body is mine.”
I curled my fingers inside her hot pussy and her head thrashed against the pillow.
“I want to watch you fall apart for me,” I purred, rubbing her swollen clit as I pumped my fingers in and out of her.
“Just remember,” she moaned, licking her lips, “I’m only here because you’re… blackmailing me.”
I ignored her words, fixating on her mouth. I wanted her plump lips wrapped around my dick, but I couldn’t resist her gorgeous tits to follow that through. Besides, I had every intention of making her scream and beg for relief.
Lowering my mouth down her body, I pulled one taut nipple into my mouth and sucked on it, teasing the hardened peak with my teeth. Her moans echoed through the room.
“You will orgasm only for me,” I ordered. “Your body is mine to do with as I wish.”
Her sweet pussy tightened around my fingers, pulsing with greed, and her skin flushed crimson. I watched in fascination as it spread across her pale skin.
“Aiden,” she panted, clutching the sheets. “I… You…”
Her voice held a note of desire and the bastard in me relished it. I added a third finger, stretching her tight walls to accommodate my cock. But first, I wanted her to fall apart for me.
“Did you wait for me?” The question came out of nowhere and her hooded, lustful eyes locked with mine. “Is that why you were still a virgin?”
