Coming Home (Morelli Family 6)

I guess because I don’t answer, he yanks me off his cock.

I take a breath, remaining on my knees in front of him, his hand fisted in my hair. “Which time? In the study, or in your bedroom?”

“The study.” He squats down, still holding onto my hair, and leans in to tell me, “I don’t like being lied to, Mia. I don’t like you keeping secrets from me. If you can’t manage your friendships without keeping secrets from me, you don’t get to have any. Am I being clear?”

I’m not completely sure—does he mean he’ll kill her, or just not let her be my friend?—but I don’t chance asking for clarification, I just nod my head.

“Good.” His grip on my hair eases up a little, but he tugs me back and lays me down on the ground. I swallow as he climbs on top of me, a strain of arousal responding to his position and forgetting he’s still mad at me. “I will deal with Meg as I see fit. I’m the boss. Not you.”

I swallow so loudly, I know we both hear it. “I wasn’t trying to—I just… This is why I didn’t want to tell you.”

“Meg is the one who fucked up, not you. You made it your problem by keeping her secret.”

“And you created the problem by using her,” I blurt.

His eyebrows rise in surprise.

I try to soften the accusation. “I’m not saying it justifies what she did, and I understand that you were doing it all for me in your head, I do. But she didn’t know that. She thought it was real, and I can tell you from experience that it’s very… it’s very easy to get pulled under with you, and it’s very hard sometimes to see the lies everything is built on, even if they’re plain to see. She loved you for real. You loved her like… I loved my wedding shoes. Even when she took part in doing this awful thing to me, she never wanted to hurt you. She thought you loved her. She thought I was in the way.”

“But you weren’t in the way,” he states, more calmly than a moment ago. “And she did hurt me. I was fucking lost without you.”

My stomach bottoms out, hearing that.

“The world isn’t worth a damn without you in it,” he states. “And she could’ve taken you from me. Vince might have hurt you. Rafe didn’t have to help. There are a million ways this could have ended with me never seeing you again, Mia.”

Feeling like I have a slightly better grip on this thing, I reach a hand up and caress his jaw. “I know. That terrified me, too. But it’s over now and we’re together. We’ll never be apart again. This is all in the past. Give her the loyalty test to make sure she wouldn’t turn on you now, but as long as she passes, don’t hurt her. Please.”

“You’re so goddamn worried about everybody,” he mutters.

He comes down on top of me, releasing his hold on my hair to shove his fingers through it and cradle the back of my head. He moves in and pours his frustrations into a brutal kiss that ignites my blood. I wrap my legs around his hips to keep him close, rocking my own hips forward. My heart emerges from the pit it fell into and starts to race.

I push my hands up under his shirt as he reaches beneath my dress and literally tears the panties right off me.

“Jesus,” I mutter, watching as he tosses the flimsy lace aside.

Catching my wrists, he pushes them over my head and pins me down. “I’ll buy you new ones,” he states.

I don’t argue. He repositions my arms so can hold them at the wrist. Just to be an imp, I pull free. He catches them again, a sexy gleam in his narrowed eyes, his lips curving up in the faintest of smiles. I’m not sure if the demanding kiss he follows up with as he pins me to the floor is a punishment or reward, but I can’t always tell the difference.

“I need your cock,” I tell him, freeing one of my hands to reach down between us. I savor the look of relief on his face as my fingers close around him, as I pull and tug, then guide him between my thighs. My entrance is already slick for him. Desire coils in my gut as I rub his head up and down my pussy before easing him inside me. I cry out with relief, even controlling the pace myself. I don’t know how I was cold just a minute ago; there’s wild fire pouring through my veins now, and I need his cock deep inside me like I need his kiss on my lips. “Please,” I murmur, pulling him against me.