Page 120 of The Sound in Silence

“Gladly.”

As much as I enjoy her on top, I flip us over, sinking even deeper. My arms hook beneath her legs and I spread them, keeping her as helpless as she makes me feel as I hammer inside her cunt.

“H-hey…” she protests through pants, “I was…on top.”

“Believe me, you’re still in control,sirena.” I lower my head, taking her mouth as I kiss her into her next orgasm, swallowing it with every thrust of my cock. And I swear, her hand reaches inside my chest and fists my heart.

Steals it for herself.

Her pussy tightens around me, and fuck, I want to follow her down, but instead, I look to her, seeking instruction as she pants, wiping hair from her face. Her playful, knowing grin tells me she sees what I’m looking for, and her legs lift, hooking around my waist.

“Be my good husband and fill me with your cum. Ensure every inch of my body knows you’re its master.”

I pinch her chin, staring into her eyes. “No, baby. From the very first second you batted your fucking eyes at me, you’ve been my master. You control me in ways no one else can or ever will. Therefore, I will do nothing but continue obeying you.”

With her permission, my thrusts quicken. I grasp her hands, looping my fingers into hers as I hold them to the side, simplyholdingher hands as I ride her. As her back arches and sweat drips from her neck. I chase the drop with my tongue. Heat builds, the pressure becomes pleasurable, my orgasm approaching.

“I’m going to come,” I warn her.

“Do it, Erico. Now.”

My next thrust is my last as a blinding pleasure consumes me.

Consumesus.

The very wayla mia sirenadid to me all those months ago.

Ariella

Erico flits around the bedroom, dressing, while I observe from bed, leaning against the pillows. Both my legs are drawn up, arms draped over my knees, sheet covering only to my waist.

He’s preparing to drop by a few clubs to…do whatever his job consists of. So much I don’t know of his life. So much Ineedto know if I’m going to do this right.

Especially since you can’t provide an heir.

My inner critic, for once, isn’t malicious, but truthful. TheFamiglianeeds to see me as still valuable to the organization, even if my main task won’t happen—possibly happen.

“I want to come with you.”

Erico pauses, his fingers looping one button through his suit jacket’s top hole. “Excuse me?”

“I want to come,” I repeat, angling to my knees to shuffle toward the end of the bed. “The heads might have met me at the party, but I think it’s only fair your staff and soldiers do too. If you’re visiting your clubs and such, let me come. Please.”

He approaches the bed, his expression flat and deadly, reminding me so much of what he looked like facing Ursin on the airfield. Anois undoubtedly about to follow, but then he grasps my right ankle and pulls me toward the edge of the bed, stepping between my thighs. He cups my face and hauls me to his lips, pressing a kiss that ignites my entire being.

“Fuck, how did you even come into my life?”

“I forced myself upon you, if you’ve forgotten.”

He shakes his head, skating a hand down my bare back, cupping my ass, his fingers dangerously close to my sated core. “No, you never forced. You just knew what I needed before I did. Get dressed.” He releases me with a tap to my ass, stepping out of my way. “Yes, you’re fucking coming with me. I’d be honoured to have you there.”

With a gleeful whoop, I head for the closet, rifling out a dress that’ll be appropriate for today. It’s a light teal, a similar colour to the dress Erico met me in, with cap sleeves and a modest neckline.

When I return to the bedroom, he’s leaning against the bedpost, staring at his phone, but looks up at my entry, his eyes becoming a molten brown. “Damn, you’re gorgeous.” He follows me into the bathroom, leaning on that doorway instead, as I finish getting ready. “You know,” he starts conversationally, “Mother never did this. I guess Father never wanted her to, or she didn’t ask. Not sure. But the soldiers only knewofher, unless they were tasked with guarding her. You might be the firstFamigliaqueen to want to meet all the men.”

I freeze, brush halfway down my hair. “So, how many people are we going to piss off when I go?”

He comes up behind me, taking the brush from my hand and finishing my hair for me. “Who, the heads Caladin and I are still debating replacing? Who cares. If they say anything, it gives me the ammo to get rid of them. Like I told my parents, it’s time for a new era. You’re it. I bet you my soldiers will gain mass respect for you after today. There’s a major difference between protecting someone because they want to and because they have to.”

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