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Freedom.
A slow smile spreads across my face and I nod, feeling the energy rush through my body as I sense I’m about to get the old Abigail Kensington back.
“I trust you, Mr. Ortega. Sir.” I smile and his eyes flash with approval as I confirm to him that I have understood exactly what this is.
He nods and pushes the door open and I gasp when I regard the room with only one aim in mind. Depravation and pleasure. Something we shouldn’t want. A forbidden desire that reaches out and holds you prisoner because there is nothing quite like the rush it gives you. The last time I was in this position, I sobbed with relief that something had gone I’d been holding onto for someone else. It was preserved as a gift to an undeserving recipient, and back then I decided it was mine to give, not my parents. I tossed it aside like an unwelcome albatross around my neck to the first stranger I met. However, fate had its own agenda and gave me a different path to tread, and I suppose I’m at that crossroads when I decide whether I want to stay on it now.
Matteo says darkly, “Walk to the bench and lie face down in the position I found you in that night at the Banned Room.
I nod, my heart thumping with anticipation as he takes us right back where we started.
I assume the position, my cheek resting against the cold leather, my ass high in the air as it waits for his attention. This feels so wicked, so wrong and yet so incredibly right because we have rewound our story to the beginning and the next page is a blank one that only we can script.
The sound of a zipper lowering is like a gunshot in the room, and I tense as he presses against my pussy from behind. The anticipation is high as I wait for the pleasure to hit me, and I groan out loud as he caresses my ass and then drops to his knees and licks my clit from behind.
I am so wet already, desperate even, and as he teases my sex, I am more irritated than anything else. I just want him to own me, to thrust inside hard and fast and drive out the demons that linger there, making me forget they ever existed,
I want him to take me in a desperate act because that is exactly how I feel now. My legs shake as my body battles to fend off the pleasure he is creating because I want it to be raw with no emotion guiding me.
It’s almost as if he’s telepathic because he stands and then lands a sharp blow to my ass, causing it to sting like crazy, and I yell out in pain, falling forward on the bench. Then, before I can react, he cuffs my wrists in the smooth metal that hangs either side of the leather bench.
I shouldn’t want this, not after what I saw at Mario’s fuck house, but this is different. This is on my terms with a man who only has my best interests at heart, and he is demonstrating that now. He gets me. He understands what I need and as another blow hits me hard, I scream into the leather, strangely loving how liberating this experience is.
Then he pulls me back by the hair, like he did the very first time, and growls, “Tell me who owns you, princess.”
“You do, sir.”
“Who am I?”
He growls close to my ear, and I smile as I say softly, “My husband, sir.”
He increases the pressure on my head, causing the desire to drip from my body like a leaking tap because I want him so badly I can’t think straight.
My husband. The hard, devastatingly attractive warrior who has brought me under his wicked spell and as he kicks my legs apart and holds me in one hand, he thrusts roughly inside, causing me to cry out as he fucks me hard.
It’s brutal and an act of ownership that makes my heart burst. This is what I love. Him inside me doing what he does best. Owning me, loving me and protecting me and I would trust him with my life.
This is exactly what I needed to bring me home and the soft loving can wait while I adjust to my new situation.
The moment I saw Jefferson on his knees, crawling after a whore, it unlocked a side of me that understood exactly why he loved it. It’s a release from respectability, giving us a freedom we don’t usually enjoy, and I have this man tearing into my body to thank for that. He showed me an open door, and I ran through it, leaving my inhibitions behind. There is nothing more powerful than a woman who opens her mind and takes what she wants and to hell with what’s perceived acceptable. Who cares about that when the caged animal inside you is begging to be set free?
Matteo rips through my body like a cyclone and steals every part of resistance I have. I surrender entirely to him and am rewarded with a sensation that takes me to Nirvana. I float back to earth on a cloud of happiness that only he can provide and as he explodes inside me with a dominant roar, this time I’m not left sobbing and broken. This time I am invincible.
CHAPTER41
MATTEO
We are right back where we started. A clean slate and a promise to walk hand in hand into whatever future we have left.
As I pull out of my wife, I love the red ass that is pointed in my direction. She has slumped on the bench, but this time I’m certain it’s with a smile on her face. I knew that the most important thing was to wipe the memories of what happened in Mario’s house. She must not fear what happened back there. She made it back and will continue on her own terms. Bringing her back to the beginning demonstrated that life can turn full circle, and you have survived. There will be many challenges along the next turn of that circle, but it will always bring us back to this point. Abi is my wife and that will never change. Now I’ve found her she is going nowhere without me by her side.
As she lies panting before me, I discard my own clothes in haste because she may think this is over, but she’s definitely mistaken about that.
I remove the cuffs, massaging her wrist and pressing my lips to the burn, loving how her skin flares red because of my touch.
I am a dominant male; I make no apologies for that and as I scoop her into my arms, her lustful gaze makes mine deepen in my eyes.
“Ready for more, princess?”
