Ruthless Monarch

I remove my right hand and thrust it between her thighs.

“Do you want me to fuck you against this sink?” I then dip my finger inside her. Her inner walls clench around me.

“Mmm, is that what you want, wife?” I continue to work my finger in and out, curling them up to hit the sweet spot inside. She starts to quake, and that’s when I finally pull my hand away.

Not wasting another minute, I place myself at her entrance, then start to tease her by dipping just the tip inside. She moans in protest, so I answer her by slamming inside, seating myself deep in her core. Her walls contract instantly. She’s already close to coming. Slowly, very slowly, I pull back out . . . then slam back in.

I can feel her, and the feeling is exquisite. The way her body tightens around me has me rushing to release too.

Once she does, she goes limp against my chest. After I come inside her, I kiss her neck, coming down from my own arousal, and then finally pull out from the warmth of her body.

“Am I still a creature of habit?”

“Debatable.”

“For that, I’ll punish you later.”

“Promises, promises.”

I fix myself and then zip up my pants.

“I’ll be downstairs,” I say, as I walk out the door and down the hallway.

When I’m in the foyer, I see Roberto walking my way.

“Everything scheduled.”

“Yes. We are good to go.”

“They will be there for the delivery tonight as planned.”

“Good. When are you going?”

“Any minute.” I hear the sound of her shoes. “Speak of the devil.”

“I’m ready,” Viviana says.

“I see you look gorgeous as always.”

“Front or back?” Roberto’s words pull me back from gawking at my wife openly.

“Either is fine,” I tell him. “The route is secure. We’re going to a restaurant. They already dropped off, right?”

Roberto’s eyes go wide, but then he nods.

I haven’t told him I told Viviana, but now I guess he knows. I walk the few steps to the stairs and take Viviana’s hand in mine, and then I lift it to my mouth, touching my lips to her soft skin.

“Let’s go.”

Roberto opens the front door and leads us to the car we often travel in. Then, with my wife tucked in next to me, we head out for dinner.

As we drive, I stare at my wife, wondering how we got here. How in such a short time, I have grown to care for her.

I pepper kisses on her forehead and whisper all the dirty things I plan to do the moment we are back home. She giggles and smiles, making me wish we didn’t have to go anywhere at all tonight, but we do, and when we go home, we’re supposed to talk. My plans of seducing my wife again might have to wait.

Dinner, as always, is pleasant. We laugh and tell stories of funny things that have happened to us in the past. I notice that most of her stories are from when she’s a girl. When I ask her about her teenage years, Viviana's mood changes, and she grows more somber. I change the topic back to small talk until it’s time to head home.

On the way home, I notice the closer we get, the worse her mood is.

I know it’s because she has to tell me all about her past. Tonight, she will unravel the mystery I have been trying to pull apart from the first time I saw her.

A well-guarded secret I’m still shocked I haven’t figured out.

We pull up to the drive. After the car is thrown in park, I step out, and as usual, I open the door wider and take her hand to help her out. She’s nibbling her lip.

I’m about to speak when the door flies open, and a frantic Lorenzo storms out. As soon as I see him, my hand drops from hers.

Roberto moves into position too.

“We were hit. Marco’s was hit.”

The words slash through the air, my brain spinning, as the only conclusion falls over me. It hits Roberto at the same time because he’s pulling out the gun and aiming it at my wife’s head. I move around, facing her.

She betrayed me.

“It was all a ruse,” I spit. “The whole sob story a big fucking ruse.” I pounce, pushing her up against the car. Locking her in with a gun to her head. . .

“I-I didn’t do it.”

“Like fuck you didn’t. You’re the only one who knew. No one else knows. I fucking trusted you.”

“Matteo! Please. I wouldn’t. I didn’t. I love you!”

I laugh in her face. “Love. You love me?”

With love like that, who needs enemies?

Tears rush out of her eyes. I’ll hand it to her. She’s a great actress. She acts almost as good as she fucks.

“I didn’t do this.”

“You want me to believe that on the same day I tell you what we’re holding, you didn’t tip off your dad?”