We fell still, with only our heaving chests moving. He held onto me, and I was too blissed out to escape. I expected the shame to crash down around me, but surprisingly, I didn’t feel any.Yet.I was still riding that insane high he'd just caused, but I knew there was plenty of time for me to spiral.
We didn’t have sex.We didn’t kiss to prove there were real feelings here. As long as I didn’t cross those two boundaries, I was safe. I could still come back from this. I could still get a divorce and leave this man without my heart being broken, when he undoubtedly screwed my father or me over. A few slip-ups were bound to happen when my husband was this attractive. I was a woman with needs after all. A woman whose morals were clearly not as black and white as I used to believe.
Santino slid out of my underwear, then turned off the vibrating barbell. He released me from his hold and leaned up on one elbow, peering down at me with a cheeky grin. “You're welcome, wife.”
I buried my face in the pillow and groaned. Such an arrogant asshole. “Do not read into that. I was just horny.”
“Oh, I already am. I’m taking it as ’I’m feeling on cloud nine because my husband, who I can’t resist, has a vibrating dick and a charming personality.Now I'm ready to have a glorious day together, falling madly in love.’”
I snorted with laughter. He threw the covers back and climbed off the bed, heading towards the bathroom with all the swagger of someone who had just emptied his balls to start his day. The realisation hit me as I watched that tight, sexy ass disappear around the door.
“You slept naked last night!” I yelled, outraged.
“Si. I always sleep naked. You should try it. It’s a proven scientific fact that it’s better for you.”
“Better for you how?”
The shower started, and he poked his head around the door. “Reduces stress, helps regulate your body temperature, and it’s easy access for my insatiable wife.” He winked and then disappeared.
I flopped back on the bed, scowling at the feeling of his cum still in my underwear. “Hurry up, please. I need to shower too!”
“It’s a two-person shower,Ribelle. Join me.”
“I don’t think that’s wise.”
“I’ve just given you an orgasm, and you still worry you won’t be able to keep your hands off me?”
I shook my head, but in horror realised I hadn’t stopped smiling. “I have enough of you on me. I want to wash you off, not add more.”
The shower turned off, and he stepped out, naked. He grabbed a towel and started drying his face and hair, leaving his body dripping wet and fully exposed.Cristo, this man had zero inhibitions.
“Fuck, the image you just created in my head,” he groaned, and my eyes bulged as his dick hardened again, half-mast. His gaze travelled over me, making me feel like the naked one. “I’d love to paint every inch of you in my cum one day. What a fucking sight that would be.”
God, he was filthy. I jumped out of bed, ignoring the throb in my still-sensitive clit, and pushed past him into the bathroom. I shoved him out, shutting the door behind him so I could take an ice-cold shower.
“When do you need to go back to work?” Santino asked his first breakfast question while digging into his eggs.
Technically, I had a week of annual leave left, which I’d taken for my possible honeymoon with Callum, but I didn’t think telling Santino that was a good plan. It would only give him ideas, and I’d probably wake up tomorrow in a different country, not just a different bed. Plus, I needed to keep a little normality in my life, or I might go insane for real.
“I’ll see if they need me back tomorrow night.”
“Do you always work night shifts?”
“Sí,”I answered. “Better pay, and it’s not as busy.”
He looked pensive as he watched me eat, sunbeams casting across his striking face. We were eating breakfast on the terrace today—his idea. I could see why. It was a beautiful way to start the day with a view of Roman rooftops under the soft glow of orange.
“I don’t like that you work night shifts. You should switch to days.”
Instant rage came to the surface. “No. I can’t. And I like working night shifts. You can’t tell me how to do my job, Santino. Do you even realise how controlling you sound?”
“I’m not trying to control you. I’m trying to protect you. A lot of things can come up for me at night, and I need to deal with them. Which means I won’t always be around.”
“Of course, criminal activities thrive after dark.” I rolled my eyes, folding my arms over the table. “I’ll be in the safety of a hospital full of security; I don’t need you or your men there. I don’t even understand what you are trying to protect me from. So how about this: you leave me to do my job, and I’ll leave you to do yours.”
He placed his coffee mug down, cocking his head with a narrowed glare. “Look how easy it was for me to get into that hospital full of security and corner you in rooms and lifts, Aria. It would be even easier for someone you know.”
I frowned. “Someone I know? What do you mean?”
