Wife (Betrothed 1)

“So…you were going to tell me about your day.”

“Damien and I prepared our next shipment to Milan. Four hundred kilos. Then I had a meeting at the bank. I’m holding on to blood money for the mafia until the dust settles for them. Then I worked out. What about you?”

She blinked a few times as she absorbed what I’d said. “You shipped out a ton of crystal then met the mafia? All in one day?”

“And it’s only Tuesday.”

She stared at me incredulously before she looked away. “My day was pretty boring. Slept in then worked at the hotel.”

“Not going to work with Gustavo anymore?”

Her gaze drifted away, and she turned quiet. “I haven’t decided what I’m going to do about that yet.”

I didn’t open the conversation because I knew it would only dampen her mood. “Want to go to my place or yours?”

“My apartment is a shithole compared to yours.”

“But it has a bed—that’s all we need.”

“But you also have a cook…”

“You like Helena?” I asked, enjoying her preference for my place.

“Duh. She’s amazing.”

“So, you like my place for the sex and the food?”

“Yep. It’s like a hotel.”

I opened my wallet and set cash on the table. “Then let’s go. Let me know what you want for dinner, and I’ll tell Helena on the way.”

“Ooh…this is going to be a great night.”

Her face was pressed against the sheets, and her smeared mascara stained the off-white fabric. Her cries were muffled as the tears streaked down her cheeks to her lips. Her ass was proudly in the air, her back arched deeply, and her nails dug into my knees.

Every time my dick moved deep inside her, her asshole tightened. I stared at it as I fucked her, obsessed with every single curve she possessed. I could write a goddamn poem about that asshole because it was so perfect. At some point, I was going to fuck it as hard as I fucked her pussy.

“Hades…” She gripped my knees and bounced back against me, loving my big cock inside her. She couldn’t get enough of it, addicted to it just the way I was addicted to her. Her cream built up at my base, piling up with its sexy white color.

My hands gripped her hips, and my fingers dug into her tummy, yanking her down my length as I thrust inside her. My thumbs rubbed against her cheeks, pulling them apart so I could keep staring at that sweet little asshole.

I fucked her like an animal—and she liked it.

“God…yes.” We’d been this way for forty minutes, fucking like maniacs. Load after load, we kept going, her pussy dripping with my come. I fucked her like a whore but loved her like a soul mate.

I could do this for the rest of my life…easily.

The thought made me slow down for a second, made me consider the gravity of what I’d just said to myself. I’d been in this exact position before, having good sex with a beautiful woman, but I’d never felt something so profound. What made her different? What made her special?

I didn’t have a single reason.

There was no reason.

I just felt the way I did…because that was how I wanted to feel.

I pressed my palm against her lower back and steadied her as I came, my cock throbbing as I sent another deposit deep inside that tight pussy. Waves of pleasure radiated through me everywhere. I shivered in ecstasy, closing my eyes as I enjoyed her. With every climax, the sensation was supposed to get weaker.

With her, it got better.

I pulled out my cock and watched my come drip from her pussy. It was an erotic sight, seeing all the damage I caused to that perfect cunt. Her asshole still stared at me, as if it was begging me to fuck her.

She relaxed on the bed and turned onto her side, tired and spent from the fucking we’d just done. Her hair was a curtain behind her, and she immediately closed her eyes.

I went into the shower to rinse off and get ready for bed. I let the warm water flow over me as I closed my eyes. A sense of peace washed over me, a calm reservoir I wanted to drink from forever. The last ten years of my life had been a tidal wave. I was constantly running from one place to the next.

But now I wanted to stay still.

When I’d pictured my future, I was either alone or dead. I didn’t expect to live long in this line of business, and if I died, my legend would survive long after I was gone. There were always women in the picture, and as I aged, they stayed the same. Damien was in this vision…because I couldn’t picture my life without him.

But now someone else was in the picture too.

The sound of the shower door caused my eyes to open.