Nero’s eyes flash. He grabs the robe by the lapels, opens it, and lets it fall off my shoulders. Ravenous dark eyes slide down my body. It’s as if he’s looking at the best damn meal he’s ever seen.
He lifts his hand to my chest and rubs his thumb over my nipple, shooting sparks straight to my swollen clit. “You belong in my bed, beautiful wife,” he murmurs. “But since you won’t come to me there, I will make you come for me right here.”
A hand slides over my belly, going lower and lower, until it’sthere.
“Oh God,” I gasp when his warm hand cups my sopping pussy. My head tips backward as two thick fingers slide inside of me and curl.
“That’s my fucking girl,” Nero growls, eating up the remaining distance between us and pressing his fully clothed body against my naked front. He grabs a handful of my ass and presses his lips to my neck while finding my clit with his thumb.
I moan at the sensation. I moan at having him wrapped around me once again. There’s safety and comfort in his embrace, but it’s an illusion.
An illusion I can allow myself to believe just for a little bit.
He carries me to the sofa with ease and makes me straddle his lap, his face a mask of dark lust. His hands trace over my chest, his touch gentle but sure, as if he wants to remind me how well he knows exactly what makes me tick.
A swipe of his tongue along the underside of my breasts. A pinch to my nipples. Hot, wet kisses over my sensitive flesh.
I pant and writhe against him, rubbing myself over the hard ridge of his cock. The added friction from his trousers being in the way is enough to drive me insane.
That’s exactly what I feel like. Like I’m losing my mind.
“Fuck, baby,” he swears. “You’re gonna make me come in my pants if you keep grinding yourself on me like that. This isn’t supposed to be about me at all.”
I don’t have time to formulate a response before my back hits the sofa and he buries his face between my legs. His hands curl in a possessive hold over my thighs. The world tilts a little more with each thorough lick, each hungry suck.
Shivers race down my spine as he plunges his tongue inside of me before moving back to circle my clit. I wrap my palms over his strong shoulders and hold on for dear life.
There’s a buzzing sound inside my head. My inner muscles spasm. I move my hands to tangle in his hair, and I tug him closer. He makes a rough sound somewhere between a moan and a growl. Stars appear. Then fireworks. And then a supernova rushes through me in a wave of liquid heat.
“Nero,” I choke out as he pins me with his dark eyes.
My hips rise off the sofa while he holds me tightly and helps me ride the waves of my orgasm.
It’s so, so good.
I let myself drift in and out of this orgasmic bliss, but when the waves finally stop cresting, reality comes crashing down.
I blink at the ceiling and slowly let go of Nero’s hair.
What have I done?
His shadow falls over my body as he rises to his feet, but I don’t meet his gaze.
I can’t.
Guilt and shame and longing slowly press down onto my chest. It feels like a cruel curse to love a man who isn’t right for me.
I pick up my robe off the floor with trembling hands, wrap it tightly around me, and slink away, leaving my husband standing against the backdrop of the city below.
It’s only after I lock the bedroom door that I allow my tears to fall.
CHAPTER 22
BLAKE
Mrs. Blake De Luca and Mr. Nero De Luca,
You are cordially invited to the Full Moon Soiree at the Seven Lives Social Club.
