Page 58 of The Veiling

She placed a hand on my chest. “I’m so happy you’re home safely, but I’m sad about your hands and your eye.”

“Price of being me, I guess.”

She walked her fingers up my bare chest to my cheek and pulled my face to hers again. Pressing her lips to mine, she held me tighter, almost as if she were scared I would never make it home. I knew she wanted to ask questions, and normally when I got home from any business trip, I ravished her body.

Tonight, the guilt of having her uncle under the same roof as her ate me alive. I just wanted to sleep before she asked any questions, and I was forced to lie. Closing my eyes, I exhaled a deep breath and held her tight against my body as I drifted off to sleep.

Prisoner

The following morning, I awoke starving. As usual, Valentino had gotten up earlier than me and went for his morning run before he left for the office. He must not have gone yet because he always came to tell me bye. Tired, I trudged into the closet and slipped on a rose gold butterfly-sleeve dress before meandering barefoot toward the elevator. Just as it dinged, and I was about to step on, he appeared shirtless at the top of the staircase.

“Good morning, amore.” He grinned.

“Morning.” I smiled in return, admiring the body of an Italian god.

He stepped over, sweeping me off my feet and spun me around, kissing me. Gently, he stood me on the floor. “I need to go shower.”

“What time are you going into the office?”

“I thought I would stay home and work from here today.”

“Isn’t it your big meeting day?”

He nodded. “But I’d rather be here with you.”

Valentino was romantic, so there was no doubt he wanted to spend quality time with me, but he was also a businessman. His weekly meetings required he be present when in town. At that moment, I knew my fiancé was undoubtedly hiding something. I could have called him out on it. However, I decided I was being ridiculous. The last thing he needed was me accusing him of anything when he just got home from killing two men who tormented me for way too long.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my head against his chest. “I love having you home, so that works for me.”

“I thought we could have breakfast together.” He pressed his lips to the top of my head. “Just us.”

I peered up at him. “I’ll see you downstairs.” As I turned to step into the elevator, he grabbed my hand, spinning me back around to face him.

The corner of his lips twisted into a smirk. “I have a better idea.” Bending over, he picked me up, holding his arms under my knees and back, then carried me back down the hall, through the bedroom, and into the bathroom. He placed my feet on the floor and turned the shower on. “I feel like I haven’t fucked you in years.” He stepped out of his shoes and removed his socks. Then, he hooked his fingers in the elastic of his grey sweatpants and boxer briefs, sliding them down to the floor. “Come here.” He stretched out his hand.

I placed my palm in his. He tugged me close and slipped my dress over my head, draping it over the chaise in the middle of the room. Tracing my collarbone with his fingertips, he glided my bra straps down before removing my panties. He laid them both neatly over my dress.

Taking my hand, he led me into the shower. The moment he closed the glass door, he crashed his lips into mine, walking me backwards into the wall. Entwining his fingers in my hair, he tilted my head, shoving his tongue into my mouth and demanding I submit to him. I moaned against his lips, melting into his embrace.

His mouth trailed down my collarbone to my chest. He took turns taking each nipple into his mouth while tweaking the other, sending electric shocks down to my throbbing center. I pressed my legs together tighter. He rested a hand on my hip, squeezing it as he peeked up into my eyes with a smirk on his face. I knew what was coming.

“Kneel.” He stood up straight.

I lowered myself to my knees, gazing up into his hungry gaze. Holding his hardened cock in his hands, he pressed it to my lips, pushing it further in and down my throat. His fingers tangled into my hair once again as he pulled me toward him over and over, fucking my mouth under the warm, cascading water. He knew I craved to taste him all the time and could never get enough.

“I love how good you swallow my cock, baby.”

His words teased me. I silently begged to be dominated. So badly, I wanted to touch myself, but he had not given me permission.Dare I risk the punishment and disobey his need to be dominant?I took my chances, slipping my finger between my folds and stroking my entrance. My middle finger grazed my clit, causing me to jump.

“Isabelle,” he growled.

“Mmm,” I moaned, creating a low hum on his dick.

He gripped my hair tighter. “You know better than to touch yourself unless I give you permission.”

I cupped his balls in my hand, massaging them as I moaned again. “Mmm.”

“Fucking hell,” he muttered, jerking out of my mouth. His cock bounced, slapping me on the lips.

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