“Won’t be long,” he shouted back to his family. “Just need to remind my wife of something she seems to have forgotten.”
Too Late
Irealised my anger had many faces. There was the type of anger that came with a cloud of red mist, took complete control of my impulses, and turned me into a machine of violence at the thought of anyone I loved being harmed. There was the calm, deadly kind I felt moments before I was about to take an asshole’s life. Then there was the bubbling kind that festered in my veins, brewing at the thought of any man having bad intentions towards my wife, my sisters, or mymamma.
But this anger? It was something new. Something that rooted itself deep in my soul and thumped through my body with every powerful beat of my heart. It didn’t make me want violence, or to bruise my knuckles at the gym, or to meditate to Cher. It made me want to bury myself inside my wife and claim her until she was unable to think a single thought beyond the fact that she was mine.
“Sani! What are you doing?” she screamed, her hands clawing down the back of my shirt as I marched into our bedroom and slammed the door shut. But I didn’t stop at the bed; I strode straight into the dressing room and slid her down my body before spinning her round to face the full-length mirror.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her back against my chest, my eyes burning into her reflection.
“Sani—”
“Look,” I whispered close to her ear as I carefully swept her blonde waves over her other shoulder. Her chest rose slightly faster, pressing against her sundress as she locked eyes with me in the mirror.
“Watch,” I lowered my voice to a deep whisper and nipped my teeth against her ear before slowly sliding my lips down the curve of her neck, not touching, not kissing, just allowing my breath to caress her skin.
Goosebumps covered her skin as she shivered against me. I gave her a barely-there kiss on her neck where it met her shoulder and tightened my grip on her hips, bunching the fabric of her dress.
“Sani—” she breathed in a raspy voice, proof of the control I had over her body.
My hands moved up her curves, lifting the dress with them and causing her to raise her arms. I pulled the dress over her head and threw it aside, leaving her in just her lace bra and thong.
I kissed her neck again, this time pressing harder and allowing my tongue to taste her coconut and vanilla body wash and sweet perfume.
“The taste of your skin… is it mine?” I husked. Her lips parted as I sank my teeth into her neck and sucked hard, marking her smooth, perfect skin.
“Sani—Oh, God!”
My hands glided over her arms and forced them around my head. Her fingers instinctively delved into the back of my hair as she arched against me. I kept exploring her skin with my mouth, my tongue, my teeth as she wriggled, tightening her grip in my hair.
Moving my fingertips down her arms, I let them glide along her curves to her waist and then across her stomach.
“The feel of your body… is it only meant for me?”
She tilted her head back onto my shoulder and closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip.
“Watch,” I growled, commanding her to submit. She met my intense gaze in the mirror. “Watch how your body responds to me,Ribelle.”
I cupped her tits in my rough hands, squeezing and feeling their weight before pulling down the lace fabric to sit underneath. Her perked nipples looked so fucking inviting; I couldn’t help but roll them between my fingers before giving them a hard tug. She gasped and squirmed against me.
“Are these mine?”
“Yes,” she moaned as I continued playing. “But Sani, stop. I know what you’re doing…”
“And what am I doing,Ribelle?” One of my hands glided down her stomach and dipped beneath the waistband of her thong. She moaned, her chest rising and ass pushing into my erection as I cupped her soaking pussy.
“I won’t have your family go to war for me.”
“No,” I growled, rolling my finger over her clit. She threw her back against my shoulder again, and I used my free hand to wrap around her throat, a subtle dominant warning. She got the message and met my reflection in the mirror once more. “They’ll go to war for me. Because I’ll go to war for you.”
“Sani,” she gasped as I eased two fingers inside her. “That’s the same thing.”
Her hands wrapped around my veiny forearm as I slowly pressed my fingers into her while rubbing her clit. “Is this mine?”
“Of course it’s yours.”
The anger within me eased just a little. But I was still furious. Furious that she would even suggest that I should let her go. As if it were even an option to handher over to Sean McKenna so he could marry her off to some Russianstronzoin a marriage deal.
