Page 27 of His Wife

“What gives you the idea I give a fuck about your rules?”

I’m slowly driving myself insane with the leisurely circles of my hips and rocking my body on top of him the way I want to. Taking his cock the way I want to.

My eyes close, and my body picks up the pace. My hips are no longer rolling, they’re moving up and slamming down, my fingers digging into the flesh of his thighs. Every time the head of his cock reaches the deepest part of my core, it takes me closer to my release.

Dark strands of my hair bounce around my shoulders as I ride him, his groans and curses fueling me to go faster, to fuck him harder. I’m about to crest when Alexius grabs my hips, thrusting up hard before wrapping his arms around my waist and cupping my breasts, his chest flush against my back.

His warm breath skims my sensitive flesh, our bodies squeezed together so tight, it’s hard to know where he begins and I end. I throw my head back, reaching behind me and weaving my fingers through his hair as our moans form a symphony of lust headed toward a crescendo that would rip through us at any moment.

We’re both moving. I’m pushing down hard while he rolls his hips upward, both needing it deeper. So much deeper.

“Do not think for one second simply because I allow you to ride me that you’re in control.”

His hand slips down my front, his expert fingers finding my throbbing clit. I can no longer control my breathing, my moans. But the desire is too powerful, too intense, and we’re both past the point where control is even a fucking option.

“No man will ever have this privilege of knowing what your pussy feels like. Only me. It will always be me.” The sound of his rapid breaths fills my ear, and I cry out just as his hand wraps around my throat, fingers squeezing to a point where I can no longer inhale. His cock throbs inside me, our movements desperate and uncontrolled. The pleasure is intense. It’s too much as tears prickle the corners of my eyes.

“Come on my cock, stray. I won’t cream this pussy of yours until you break around me.”

My lips part, my pussy clenches, and my body comes apart, an orgasm crashing against every bone, a storm raging through my blood. My climax crests, and I feel him jerk inside me, growling against the skin of my shoulder, pressing our bodies harder together.

It’s impossible to think that there are moments as powerful as this, moments strong enough to define us. Define who we are. And it’s in this moment that I see it as clearly as the sun breaking through the clouds while rain still laps onto the Earth. No matter how daunting it is, how profound the consequences might be…I am his. And I want to be. I want to be his. I want this with him. Not for a day, a week, or six months. I want this until the day I take my last breath.

I’ve been denying this truth, hoping it would disappear, but instead, it only intensified threefold.

My chest rises and falls with every breath, but I don’t feel the air reach my lungs.

“I love you, Leandra,” he whispers. “I just hope you can carry the burden that comes with it.”

ChapterTwelve

LEANDRA

The second I step off the plane, Italy’s chilly weather has me grabbing the collar of my coat, bringing it closer to my cheeks.

“You feeling better?” Alexius’ hand touches the small of my back.

“A little.”

During three of the nine hours spent on his private plane, I was stuck in the bathroom, wiping vomit from my mouth and dabbing sweat from my forehead. The moment we took off in Chicago, my stomach started turning, and it didn’t stop until one of the flight attendants started giving me one ginger tea after the other. Apart from nausea and dizziness, the disappointment of not being able to enjoy every second of it made me feel even worse. I was so excited. Maybe too excited. It was the first time I’d ever been on a plane, my first time leaving the States. And when I stepped onto the private jet, taking it all in, I was stunned. The girl who lived in that shitty apartment could never have imagined the kind of luxury some people basked in.

White leather seats, large oval-shaped portholes, and the dark oak woodwork all reminded me that I have no idea how far the Del Rossa wealth stretches. I’ve been with this family for months, and it still blows my mind sometimes.

“It’s your first time on a plane. I should have anticipated that you might get sick,” Alexius says as he guides me toward the SUV, Maximo keeping the door open for us.

I groan. “I think it was more excitement than anything else.”

With the twist of his wrist, he pulls me close, my chest flush with his. The cold breeze weaves through my hair, and he gently tucks the strands behind my ear. “Until now, you’ve merely experienced a morsel of what my world has to offer. There is so much more, Leandra. An abundance of luxuries and wealth you can’t begin to imagine.”

I smile as I search his eyes. “Since the day I walked into your home for the first time, I haven’t gone hungry or spent a single night shivering through the cold because I slept under a broken window. To me, that’s all the luxury I need.”

Something flashes in his eyes. I can’t tell what it is, but his gaze softens and his lips part as if to say something, but he kisses me instead. It’s soft at first, then deepens with a desperate sweep of his tongue, his hands holding me close. The strength of his body, the ripped muscles beneath his suit, I can feel it. Feel the beat of his heart. And the way I melt into him as our first kiss under the Italian sky turns to fire, my chest aches to hope. Since we confessed how we truly felt about each other, I’ve been walking around with much hope and excitement for the future. We bared our souls to one another, and finally, knowing I’m not the only one who wants us to be more than just two individuals who entered a temporary agreement made my heart sing. But there’s still doubt. Isn’t there always? No matter how often you hear someone say they love you, there is always that sliver of doubt that creeps in through the tiniest cracks.

For now, I choose to ignore the subtle warning. There is no place for uncertainty and insecurities under the Italian sun.

Maximo clears his throat behind us, and my cheeks burn as I break our kiss and lower my face into Alexius’ chest. “You had to bring him along?”

“Maximo goes where I go.” He lifts my chin with a gentle hand. “Especially when I have something with me worth protecting.”

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