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"I feel like a princess," Justice said as the vintage car parked in front of the estate.
I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her close to me. "You are a princess."
She laughed, throwing her head back. "Not like, a mafia princess. A real princess."
I chuckled. "Well, I'm not sure about the tiara and the whole 'living in a castle' thing, but you are incredibly important to a lot of people. More importantly, you're not a princess. You're our queen."
She licked her bottom lip as she looked at me, her eyes shining with mischief. "You know Hassan fucked me before I walked down the aisle?" she asked.
My heart seized at the confession; not with shock or even a tinge of jealousy, but with pure, unapologetic arousal. I wasn't sure if it was the possessiveness I felt for her or the fact that she was so unabashedly herself in the moment, but all I could manage was a low growl. "Is that right?"
She nodded, a wicked smirk playing on her lips. "Yeah. He said he wanted to be the first to congratulate me."
I felt a jolt in my chest, and then I laughed. “That’s my girl,” I said, pulling her closer. Her eyes widened and then she laughed along with me, a delightful sound that warmed me from the inside out.
Her cheeks reddened. "You can probably still taste him. If you, I don't know, ate me out now."
My eyes darkened with lust as I met her gaze. "Is that an invitation, Mrs. Rivera?"
She bit her lip, the tease clearly setting her on edge as much as it did me. "Might be," she said, her voice coming out in a breathy whisper.
Without giving it another thought, I pulled her into my lap, my hands wandering beneath the layers of white lace and silk. She gasped, a hot flush spreading across her cheeks as I slid my hand up her thigh. "You're not wearing any underwear."
"I wanted my husband to be able to just reach in without any obstructions," she said. "How am I doing so far?"
"You're doing just fine," I murmured against her lips, my fingers tracing the bare skin beneath her dress. I could feel her heat, the slickness of her arousal that hadn't subsided since her tryst with Hassan. My mouth watered at the thought.
"Are you going to make me wait?" she asked, running a hand through my hair.
"No more waiting," I said, nuzzling her neck and eliciting a shiver from her. "But we've got guests."
"They can wait for the fucking Riveras," she said.
I laughed. "Yes, they can. But tasting you is going to have to wait, too."
With a wicked grin, I unbuckled my belt and opened my trousers. A low groan escaped my lips as she straddled me, positioning herself over my straining erection. She whimpered as I guided myself into her, both of us shuddering as I filled her to the hilt. Our eyes locked, and we were lost in each other–husband and wife, lovers, partners in crime–united by a bond stronger than blood.
Her eyes fluttered shut, long lashes casting soft shadows on her flushed cheeks. I watched her, entranced by the way she bit her lower lip in concentration, the way her beautiful face transformed with each wave of pleasure. It was a sight I would never tire of.
"Look at me," I growled, voice rough with desire. Her eyes shot open, surprise flashing across them before being replaced by pure lust. Good god, she was beautiful.
"You feel so good," she whimpered, nails digging into my shoulders as she leaned closer.
Her tight walls gripped me possessively as she began to move, the delicate lace of her dress rubbing against my taut abdomen as she rocked against me. I watched her with growing arousal, the sight of her pleasure sending my heart racing and making my blood roar in my veins. My hands roamed over her body, their familiar paths charting the soft curves of her waist, the swell of her hips, the tantalizing roundness of her ass. Her body was a masterpiece, and I was its devoted worshipper.
Slowly, she picked up the pace, grinding against me in rhythm with our panting breaths. She pulled away from my mark on her neck to look at me–those deep brown eyes filled with insatiable need. The need that mirrored mine.
With a growl, I enveloped her in my arms, pulling her into me as close as humanly possible. I needed more. More heat, more contact, more of her. She buried her face in the crook of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine as her breath ghosted over my skin.
"Shit," she gasped when I thrust up into her, setting a pace that was fast and hard and so damn good.
I reveled in the sound of our bodies coming together, the intoxicating scent of her arousal mingling with the faint hint of sandalwood from my aftershave. The noises she made were sinful—moans, whimpers—and they spurred me on. What had started out as a game was quickly becoming an urgent need for release.
Teeth nipped at my shoulder while one of her hands tangled in my hair and tugged hard enough to make me groan.
"Justice," I growled, my grip on her hips tightening as she moved faster. Our lips met in a messy, passionate kiss, my tongue delving into her mouth to taste the sweetness that was uniquely hers. The sounds of our pleasure echoed around the confined space, the raw intensity of our union threatening to shatter the calm exterior of the luxury car.
"You feel so good," she panted against my ear, her hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "I’m so full..."
