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“Excuse us.” He takes my hand in his and moves two steps toward the foyer before I’m flipped over his shoulder and carried up the stairs to one of the guest bedrooms.
As soon as the door closes, he pins me to it with his hand on my throat. It’s never to hurt me, but I’m always aroused by the light pressure and control. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. The way you look at me, I get so horny,” I confess.
“Don’t apologize, wife. I know what you need.” His mouth is on mine in a rush, kissing me with rough passion that drives us both wild. Sliding his arm around my waist, he leads me to the bed, and I find myself holding onto the bedpost while he bends me over, lifting up my dress over my hips and onto my back. “Amore, hold on tight.” He frees himself from his dress pants and drills me until I’m coming around his massive length while clinging onto wooden frame.
By the time we make it down for dinner, I’m not the only one with a flushed face and messy hair.
“Apparently, Alessio hasn’t gotten over his possessiveness when it comes to me. All I said was it was adorable how much Dario just can’t resist you, and then he got all growly.” June giggles and Alesio’s already snarling again.
“You like starting trouble,” I say, arching my brow at my little sister.
“It’s his fault. Alessio never let me explain that I was panting in heat over him, not his cousin. I hadn’t even noticed your husband until Alessio pointed him out. Until I saw him with you, he scared me. Now, he’s a big old teddy bear.”
“More like a grizzly bear,” I insist.
“What’s a grizzly bear, amore?” Dario asks, sliding up next to me again.
“You.”
“Is that because I growl?”
I lean in and whisper, “Stop it. I’m horny again, and I’m hungry.”
“Behave and you’ll eat, and then I’ll eat.” He lets his eyebrows raise and fall before swatting my ass and walking away.
“Bastard.”
He turns and winks. “We’re just going to spend the night,” Dario says.
“I figured you would,” June says with a giggle, hooking her arm with mine as we head into the dining room with our men, leading the way.
Dario
Twelve Years
Twelve years, two boys, and two daughters. Never in my life had I expected to want to commit murder like I do right now. Little princesses who look like my wife and her sister. Beauties running around our large home in dark brown curls and stunning smiles break my heart. They’re so perfect that I worry every day someone’s going to steal them from me.
“They’re fine, Dario.”
“Yes, they are, and then boys will notice,” I grumble.
“So what?”
“My body count continued to grow a lot when I met you, and even after I put a ring on your finger and babies in your belly, fuckers couldn’t keep their eyes or hands to themselves. I’ve had to deal with a couple over the years.”
“So suddenly you’ve become pious and sanctimonious or something?” She has a point. It’s not like I’ve gone clean or anything, but it’s harder and harder to dispose of bodies and ruin fuckers in this tech age.
“No, but there might actually be someone they like, and then I’ll have to let them go.”
“First, they’re still very little. Besides, I recall you demanded that I stay here forever.”
“I did make that demand, didn’t I?”
“Yes, so unless you want me to leave, Mr. Conti…”
“What did you call me?” I drag her body to mine and flip her over my knee, slapping her ass lightly.
“Hey, relax, old man. The kids are in the other room and they might hear us.” I adjust her and free my cock.
“I can solve that. Let me remind you of my name. Suck.”
“I don’t know if I locked the door.”
“You better hope you did because Daddy needs to teach Mommy a lesson about disrespecting our marriage.” She smirks, taking control of my length, stroking it while looking me dead in the eyes. “Fucking hell, wife. You’re deadly.”
“You better remember it.” She lowers her head over my cock, sucking the tip into her mouth and deep throating my shaft, bobbing up and down. No matter the amount of blow jobs she’s given me, I’m no match for that fucking talented jaw. I nearly come, so I pull her off and have her straddle me as I pull her sundress up and panties to the side.
“Ride me.” My love doesn’t need to be told what to do, but she loves to be commanded.
“Fuck me.” I wrap my hand around her hair, pulling her head back and nuzzling her neck while I pump my hips upward. “Yes, yes,” she moans, clinging to my shoulders.
I bite down on her throat, sending her over the edge, so I lift her up onto my desk and pound her into the fucking surface, filling her with my seed and rocking the wooden frame off the ground. When we stop, we can hear a subtle knocking.
