Page 84 of Sins of the Son

I unbuckled my leather belt and dragged it from its loops. Palming the buckle, I wound its heavy length around my hand as I kept my gaze on her. “And the next time my wife makes the mistake of referring to herself as anything but the most amazing, beautiful, intelligent, strong, capable, and in all honesty, too good for the somewhat tarnished and battered Cavalieri name, woman that she is, she will feel the full weight of my leather belt on her cute little ass.”

She leaned up on her forearms. The motion pressed her breasts together, enhancing her curves. My mouth salivated. I couldn’t wait to wrap my lips around one of those pert, cherry nipples and suck.

She shook her head. “You don’t know what you are saying.”

My jaw shifted sideways as I cocked one eyebrow. “Do I fucking look like a man who doesn’t know his own mind?”

She closed her lips.

“Answer me,” I barked out.

She jumped. “No.”

“You’re goddamn right. So stop insulting my intelligence and my choice of bride,” I said with a wink.

Tossing my belt aside, I lowered the zipper to my jeans and pushed them off my hips with my boxers as I stared down at her lingerie-clad form. We had only fucked a few times and each time was such a frenzied coupling that I had had barely enough time to pull my cock out of my pants. This time, I would savor her skin against mine.

I reached down to grasp my hard shaft and stroked it several times. “Open your legs.”

She hesitated.

“Don’t make me get my belt,” I warned.

She opened her legs.

“Pull your knees up. Show me that sweet pussy.” The moment she opened her legs, I could see the delicious evidence of her arousal on the pale, pastel green silk of her panties. “Good girl. Now pull your panties down and show me what I missed that time you touched yourself in the tub.”

She pulled her panties down. As she neared her ankles, I commanded, “Leave your heels on.”

I licked my lower lip, practically able to taste her. “Now touch yourself.”

Her slim fingers, with her glossy red nails, slipped between her legs. Her hand moved up and down as her back arched. The moment her mouth opened on a moan, my resolve broke.

I joined her on the bed, burying my head between her soft thighs.

She tried to move her hand, but I grabbed her wrist and brought her fingers back. Capturing her gaze, I pulled each of her fingers into my mouth and ran my tongue over them, licking them clean. I then placed her index and middle fingers in a "V" over her pussy, using them to hold her lips open as I flicked my tongue over her bud.

Only after tasting the glory of her release twice on my tongue did I finally rise on my knees between her legs and position my cock at her entrance.

Breathless, Milana rested a hand on my flat abdomen. “Wait. A condom. We keep forgetting to use one.”

I leaned over her, bracing my forearm over her head. I stroked her cheek with the backs of my knuckles. “My sweet babygirl, I’m not forgetting anything.”

I thrust inside of her to the hilt.

Her mouth opened on a gasp. My lips fell on hers, breathing oxygen back into her body. Tasting her passion, her fear, her surprise.

I then lightly wrapped my hand around her throat, just under her jaw. “I told you from the beginning. You’re mine now. I never promised to play fair. As far as I’m concerned, you’re already my wife. The rest is just paperwork.”

I pulled out until just the head was inside of her, then thrust in again.

“Say it,” I growled, desperation creeping into my voice. “I want to hear you say you’re mine. Say you’re my wife. Say you’ll have my child.”

Her eyes softened. “Saying it doesn’t make it true. Saying it doesn’t magically erase the past, or the obstacles to a future together.”

I threw my head back and let out a primal howl of rage and pain. No human being on earth could wound me like this tiny creature lying beneath me.

I captured her wrists and wrenched them over her head. Securing them with one hand, I grasped her under her knee with my other and lifted her leg high to wrap around my hip. With all the power I possessed, I pounded into her flesh as if I could somehow fuse our bodies, like two metals which became stronger through the pain and molten fire of being forced together.

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