“John Junior got himself killed in a drug deal gone wrong. Turns out he had two kids, twin boys he never told anyone about. It wasn’t until after his death Johnny found out about them. I’d wondered where the hell all his money had gone, how he could be broke. It turns out he’s been paying for them all this tim
e. They’re smart kids, one of them is at Stanford, the other Cal-tech. That’s where I was when I was out of town before, talking with their mom, nailing down how much I could kick their way out of Johnny’s estate, which wasn’t much.
“Your grandmother was being a bitch and a half. I ended up leaving New York after one day and told her to call me when she was ready to be a grown-up. She doesn’t want anything going to them. I saw to it their last year of school is covered the way I figured Johnny would want.”
“You paid their tuition? Even though you didn’t know they existed until a week before you did it.”
He shrugs. “I have it to spend, it’s not a problem for me. They would have had to leave school. It wasn’t their fault Johnny didn’t plan the way he should have.”
Tuition for two ultra-prestigious schools, I’m thinking of the cost of the wedding and the tiara...how rich is he?
“Anyway, now your grandmother wants to see me. What the hell she wants, I don’t know.”
I want to ask him if I can go but I don’t want to sound needy. It’s only as I feel his eyes on me I look down and realize I’m naked. When did I become okay with wandering around naked? Blushing, I nod. “Okay, I’m going to take a shower. Um, have a good trip.”
From behind me I hear him chuckle.
***
Regina
It’s almost four o’clock in the morning. My body is tired, still aching from Dominic’s use, yet I don’t really want to go to sleep yet. I indulge in a long bath where I take stock of the bruises and bite marks that leave me wet at how much Dominic wanted me. All those growling demands and words have me wishing he were here even if I’m not a hundred percent sure I could take him without pain. In the walk-in closet I catch sight of the blue button-down dress shirt Dominic wore yesterday.
Grateful he’s not here, I snatch it up and wrap it around me. Hm, it’s thicker, heavier than a regular dress shirt. Then I remember it’s bulletproof, and a shudder rocks me as I flash on that day. The sound of the gunshot, the sight of Dominic covered in blood. I grasp it tight around me and bury my nose in it, inhaling his scent, forcing the terrifying memory away. All that matters is Dominic is okay now.
I get into bed with the thought of reading until I get tired, except as I do I blush to realize I hadn’t put on any panties. Huh, I meant to but I don’t want to get out of bed again. Besides, I’m still aching there. I run my hand over the skin of my mound. It’s hot to the touch. Is it from wearing Dominic’s shirt with his scent all around me, or the memory of how I liked when he slapped this tender part of me?
My cell phone rings, I jump as I pull my hand away from my body like a child caught being naughty. I work to stop the somersaults going on in my tummy—Dominic has never called me before. How odd, he’s been my husband for seven weeks now, and not once has he called. It’s all been texts or messages passed through Mary.
“Hello?” Dang it, I sound as out of breath and surprised as I feel.
“Missing me?” He speaks Italian, the words are husky as they slide down the skin of my neck as if he were here.
Blushing, I shake my head as I fall back onto his pillow. “Why would you think that?”
“Maybe because you’re wearing my shirt, clinging to my pillow, and touching yourself despite the fact that after the long hours I spent inside you and how many times I took you, you have to be sore right now.”
Oh my god, I roll over onto my stomach and bury my face in the bed. Shame flooding every inch of my body.
I expect laughter, teasing; instead he says my name and my entire body responds to the groan. Liquid heat floods me, my nipples tighten as my breasts swell. “You’re hard for me.” I exhale in wonder.
“Always, princess, I’m always fucking hard for you. It didn’t matter that I watched you touch yourself and jacked off right with you as you did it; I still spent hours inside you, hard as a fucking rock no matter how many times I came. Let me see you, princess. Show me that gorgeous body, your delectable pussy I can’t get enough of.”
Without thinking I roll over, the shirt is open, my body on display. I’m rewarded by Dominic growling. “Open your legs.” I don’t even hesitate to bring my knees up and open my legs wide. “Good girl.” He moans.
“Where is the camera?” I ask as I slide my hand over my leaking pussy.
“In the ceiling fan above the bed. Open your pussy wide for me.” I shake my head as I slide my hand over me. “Regina.” He hisses in my ear. I can’t hold back my laughter, loving the idea of him hard and aching for me.
“You little witch, are you asking for another spanking? I see you catching that bottom lip with your teeth. I’ll spank your ass hard no problem anytime you want, but right now, move your hand and let me see my pussy.”
My breath catches.
“Yes, princess, my pussy. You belong to me, every inch of your beautiful body belongs to me. Now move your damn hand.”
I do as he demands with a moan of his name I can’t control. Not even sure why I do it.
“I know, princess, I know,” he mutters.