Page 127 of Righteous Deceit

“It didn’t?”

“What purpose would it serve?”

I open my mouth but close it again.

“New York and Chicago are more powerful united. Not that I think Caruso would care, but your secrets are my secrets. I know I made you believe I didn’t want this marriage, and maybe you felt like I didn’t want you… Sia, fuck, you didn’t even know I fucking existed, and I fantasized about you claiming me like I’d claimed you. I convinced myself I was a fucking psychopath. I stalked you online. I inserted myself into The Quest for you and only you. You were my end goal from the beginning. The only treasure I’ve ever dreamed of. I was so angry about the wedding because I didn’t think of it first. You outsmarted me with the one thing I longed for. Possessing youandbeing possessed by you.”

“It’s real?”

“It was never a lie, Sia.We were never a fucking lie.”

I take a single step to throw my body against his, wrapping my arms around his neck. A sob escapes me, vibrating against his jaw. He holds me tight, and I feel peace overcome for the first fucking time in days.

“Kiss me,” I whisper. “Fuck me, Diego. I missed you. All day. Every day. I missed you.”

He doesn’t need any further encouragement, both hands cupping my face. He draws me in, slamming his lips against mine in a kiss that screams love and obsession. I meet his energy, my tongue sliding into his mouth with urgency.

“I need you so bad,tesoruccio. This week without you has been my personal version of hell. I’m fucking lost without you.”

I pull at his shirt, needing to touch him. He helps me, yanking it over his head with a single tug at the nape of his neck. My hands drag over his body.

I kiss his chest.

I tug at his belt buckle, undoing the button at the top of his jeans.

While I busy myself with pushing his pants down, he toes off his boots, kicking them away and doing the same with his socks. Within minutes, he stands only in his boxers, the thick swell of his cock visible through the thin material.

“How are you mine, Diego?” I murmur distractedly. “You’re too fucking pretty to belong to anyone.”

He laughs.

“How are you mine, Sia?” He flicks at the buttons on my blouse, exposing the swell of my breasts pushed up by my bra. “You’re a motherfucking queen.Myqueen. How? How did I convince you I was worthy enough?”

I look into his eyes. “You loved me.”

“Yeah,” he breathes. “I do fucking love you.”

Dropping to his knees, he grabs his jeans to retrieve his pocket knife, flicking it to release the blade. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

“A new what?” I breathe.

Knife at the center of my skirt-clad thighs, he drags the blade downward, splitting the material in one quick movement. Dropping the knife, he grabs both sides of the open skirt and tears upward, my underwear now the only barrier between us.

Fingers running the waist of my G-string, he pulls it down slowly, groaning loudly as my pussy comes into view.

“Thisis where I belong. On my knees worshipping my wife.”

My wife.

“I need you,” I say, the lust coursing through me evident in the scratched words echoed between us.

My pussy is wet, and I’m seconds away from self-combusting if he doesn’t touch me. “Diego,” I beg.

Standing, he pushes me backward until my ass hits the first available surface. He lifts me with little effort. The flimsy table groans under my weight, and I stare at him wide-eyed.

“I don’t kn…oh my god.”

He slams inside me, the roughest groan I’ve ever heard ripping from his throat and hardening my nipples.

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