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Darla burrowed into my warmth like she didn’t want to leave.
I never wanted her to leave.
“This is new,” she accused, touching the silver pin holding my navy tie in place. “And it’s not mine.”
“Look closely,dolcezza. It has your initials engraved.” I drizzled kisses over her forehead, down the bridge of her nose, and stopped just above her lips. “You’re possessive; it was only fitting I have more designed in your honour.”
Darla swallowed, the fire in her eyes blazing as she feathered her fingers over the pin. “I am so incredibly turned on right now.”
I stamped my mouth over hers, drinking in her gasp. She wrapped her arms around my neck. I dipped her back the way I did the first time she showed me her bookshelves as we kissed.
“I want you.” I ground against her stomach. “Are you sore?”
She closed her eyes on a sigh. “A little.”
I needed to pace myself with my wife. She might like it hard and rough, but she was still new to this world. “Let me take you out to dinner somewhere nice.”
“How about we stay in and watch a movie? We can eat dinner in the theatre room and you can tell me all about your day.”
“Sounds good.” I squeezed her hips affectionately. “No romance, though. I’m in the mood for horror.”
“Sounds good,” she returned cheekily, smacking a noisy kiss on my lips.
I hoisted her into my arms and she yelped at the unexpected move, legs finding purchase around my waist. I carried her down the dark hallway and she murmured, “You and I both know we’re not going to watch anything.”
No. We’d be too busy christening every inch of the room. “And why is that?”
“You’ll pretend to watch the movie while wondering about all the ways you can fuck me.” She smirked. “Then you’ll get all bossy, tell me to strip, and probably ask me to bend over so you can teach me a lesson. Am I right or am I right?”
I nipped her bottom lip. “You want to sit on my face and get your pussy eaten?”
“Of course.” She batted her lashes.
“Then I suggest you watch your mouth or I’ll edge you all night long, Mrs. De la Croix. You and I both know I can tongue that pussy for an hour straight without letting you come.”
We kissed and bantered all the way to the theatre room and not once did the smile leave my face.
I’d do everything in my power to protect this little angel.
Even if it meant lying to her by omission.
CHAPTER 30
The Four Letter Word
Darla
The days trickled by like sand grains in an hourglass. Spring arrived, perfuming the air with its flowery notes, and Zeno and I established a new rhythm.
Breakfast in bed and dinner dates in the evening, which ended with my husband fucking me nine ways to Sunday. The way he whispered degradation and praise in his languages, while fucking me hard enough to break me apart—it was heaven and hell.
The thought of parting ways physically razed me.
One particular afternoon, Zeno came to visit me during my lunch hour. I was deep in my work, rearranging class schedules and going over plans for renovations, when I heard the commotion outside. Stepping out of my office, I watched him enter St. Victoria with his bodyguards trailing behind him. Tall, imposing, and regal, he carried himself with confidence, ignoring the awed looks and girlish giggles surrounding him.
Charcoal grey suit with a white gold pin snapped on his tie. Polished shoes. Black hair slicked back. Trimmed stubble on his chiseled jaw. A purpling hickey on his neck and aviators shading those dark eyes. He was so handsome, it should be illegal.
Zeno’s pace increased when he spotted me leaning against the doorframe with an arched brow.
