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By the time he finishes, I am so turned on and keen to carry on all night. I’m insatiable. I want him every way I can and as I fall back and stare up at him, the gleam in his obsidian eyes makes me smile.
“You’re a wicked woman, Mrs. Ortega.” His twisted grin makes me laugh and I lie back on the floor naked and unashamed.
“I’myourwicked woman, Mr. Ortega, and I want to know what you’re going to do about that.”
“Well, first…” he nods to the tub that is about to spill its contents over the floor. “I’m going to save us from an expensive clean-up operation.”
He shuts off the water and stands, gazing down at my wanton body spread out on the floor, begging him to deal with it.
“Then I’m going to bring my wife in line.”
I shiver in anticipation as he reaches down and pulls me up, so I’m flush against his body and he runs his hands down to my ass and pushes his finger in slowly. I bite my lip as he enters a space I never thought was a thing and the forbidden nature of it makes me immediately wet.
He brushes his thumb against my clit and whispers darkly, “I’m going to punish you for taking something without permission.”
I gasp as he lifts me into his arms and kisses me long and hard and then cry out as he dumps me unceremoniously into the tub, the water splashing onto the tiled floor at his feet.
He drops down by the side of the tub and holds me firmly down, before taking the bar of soap and rubbing it against my body with a husky, “You need cleaning up, princess, and when you shine, I’m going to worship this body like it deserves.”
I shiver with expectation as he gently massages the sweet-smelling soap into my skin, then he captures my lips in his and kisses me so softly, sweetly and seductively, I swear my entire body shivers.
He pulls back and stares deep into my eyes and whispers, “I don’t deserve a woman like you.”
I reach up and stroke his face, loving every inch of skin that makes this man perfect in my eyes and whisper, “You deserve the best, Mr. Ortega, and so do I. It’s why this works.”
His eyes flash as he reaches down and lifts me clean out of the tub and carries me dripping in every sense of the word into the large bedroom. As he lowers me gently onto the bed, his eyes flare with passion as he whispers, “I’m going to take my time loving you.”
He stares at me with so much tenderness my breath catches as he strokes my skin with a reverence that makes my heart flutter. As he kisses me softly from my head right down to my toes, I lie back and enjoy every amazing second of his love.
Thisislove. I’m in no doubt about that, as he worships every inch of my skin, taking extra care when he reaches my bruises. Then he worships me inside, as his tongue flicks against my clit and gently sucks it, manipulating it to his bidding as I fall apart under him. I can’t hold back the orgasm that shakes my entire soul as I greedily accept the pleasure he gives me.
It will never be enough, though. He’s like a drug that merely increases desire, not sate it and as he lifts my leg and places it on his shoulder, it feels so wicked seeing a warrior like him deep between my legs.
When his rigid cock pushes against my drenched pussy, I almost cry with relief. This is what I want, him inside me because in that moment he is all mine. Completely and irrevocably all mine, nobody between us, even business. In these moments, we shut the whole world out and nothing can touch us because we are one person, and it feels fucking amazing.
CHAPTER33
MATTEO
Ifuck my wife for two solid hours. There is no part of her that doesn’t feel my mark. I fuck her, then worship her, in between kissing her and then worshipping her again until her body responds on repeat. It’s as if I can’t get enough and I swear I’ve never cum so hard in my life, or as many times. She brings out the best of me along with the beast in me and I still can’t believe I got so lucky. I should be tending to business. It’s always business first in my life. But nothing tops the moments I’m deep inside my wife and time can stand still and wait for me because nothing is more important than her.
It makes me smile when she begs me to stop, so exhausted she can barely keep her eyes open, her pussy swollen from overuse and her skin flushed and raw from my rough jaw and hands. I have used and abused my wife to the point of exhaustion and so I tuck the sheets around her and whisper, “Sleep, princess. You’re safe here.”
She barely even smiles before she falls into a deep sleep, telling me I have a few hours at least to wrap this shit up.
I shower and change, loving how every inch of me inside and out is firing on all cylinders. It’s as if she has supercharged my batteries because I could take on the world right now.
I dress for business in my customary black suit and, anchoring my gun to my side, I adjust my mood to bastard.
* * *
As I headinto the living room, I tap out a text, and it doesn’t take long for my closest friend to appear by my side. Like me, he appears able to take on a war single-handedly, and I grin when I see the effect his woman has on him. Yes, life is good, but it could be better and as we head from the apartment, we both know what we must do.
The journey to my penthouse on the other side of town is spent going over the plan. When it’s to my satisfaction, I say with interest. “How’s Stephanie?”
Cesare’s eyes flash as he hisses, “As well as can be expected, despite what that bastard put her through.”
“Has she said any more about that?”
