Page 35 of Darling Nikki

My hand covers and interlaces with his, subtly reminding him I’m his, allowing him to take me, marking me with his dominant claim.

“He never touched me like this,” I whisper into the night.

“I know he didn’t. That’s the only reason he still breathes.”

Looking up, I take in the promise in his eyes.

He was never like this before. Is the idea I betrayed him making him like this? Or was it always lingering under the surface? Would he have been this possessive with Natalie? He is like a dragon obsessing over his hoard of gold.

What made him like this, or has he always been like this and kept it hidden? The thought barely registers before he angles me and takes me higher.

“You belong to me. This is what you wanted, yeah?” He thrusts, groaning when my muscles tighten in response, giving him an answer I dare not say aloud.

I dreamed of him being my lover, even husband. I touched myself countless times with his name ringing from my lips. Never Marcus, never any man but Mathias Shelby; he is all I have ever dreamed of. All I have ever wanted.

“I want only you, Mathias,” I say, making sure I don’t say the pet name he allowed me use when we were friends. I can’t help the way my heart hurts that he denies me saying his name in the way I used to whenit was just him and me. It smarts every time he tells me.

“You better.” He bends over me, manipulating my body to give him the access he needs. He brushes my clit in gentle swirls. I buckle. I break. I combust in his arms. He destroys me and reanimates me all at once. I’m his creature. His to do with what he will.

“Such a good girl for me.” He thrusts as he makes me come, raining my pleasure down on him in blissful abandon.

“Ma-thi-as,” I cry, coming on his still-hard dick as he fucks me into another orgasm right behind the first.

“Darling,” he groans before grabbing me, taking my mouth ruthlessly, furiously, dominating me in his kiss and in his possession of my body.

Helpless to do anything other than submit, I allow him this. In this moment I am his willing toy, his supplicant, his whore—anything he demands. I am his.

Consumed by his kiss, I give him everything he desires, and he ruthlessly wants it all. Ripping his mouth away, he puts his fingers, wet with my essence, in my mouth.

“Suck them clean.”

I do as he commands, watching his eyes smolder. Flexing my hips, I feel the hot jets of his come flooding me. He teeth flash with a feral victory as my muscles clench around him again when he wrings another orgasm from me.

“Good fucking girl.” His praise has me whimpering like the sick little fiend I am for his man.

An hour later,I make my way to the bathroom, finally having a moment to myself. After laying his claim on me on the veranda, Mathias didn’t let me leave his side the entire night.

As guests of honor, we were obligated to stay for the entire event. Though the purpose of it is to benefit young people transitioning to college from high school, Mathias can use an event like this to secure donations from other avenues and gain endorsements for influential groups.

This one was particularly important since his opponent, a true and utter ignoramus, describes disabilities as a curse from God.

I was so proud to hear my husband sincerely say earlier, “The rhetoric of my opponent is not only ableist but wrong. As Maxim so eloquently said, God made him perfect for an imperfect world. I agree.”

I hope what he said goes viral like the kiss on the balcony this morning.

I see the good Mathias can do when he wins his senate seat. My only hope is our hasty marriage doesn’t negatively impact his chances.

I feel sick to my stomach every time I think about what Joi did to us.

“Hey, girlie.”

My head pops up as I enter to see Krie over by the sink, looking like she’s taking a quick hoe bath.

“Um, what are you doing, cuz?” I smirk.

“The same thing you need to be doing.” Her statement has me checking over myself with a critical eye, wondering if Mathias was wrong to reassure me I didn’t look like he’d just ravished me within an inch of my life when he helped set me to rights before we rejoined the gala.

“Oh no. You’re good, but Kiyoshi and I noticed y’all on the terrace when he came back from exploring the labyrinth.”

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