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Clenching and unclenching my fists, I counted to ten before saying, “Go take your shower, and I’ll go make you something to eat.” Kasen wisely kept quiet this time. “Do you need anything more from me?”
“No, thank you,” she replied coldly but politely.
“Il mio cuore-”
“I’m fine,” she lied. “I just want to take a hot shower, then get some rest.”
An hour later, I was bringing Kasen’s food to her just as she was coming out of the shower. With her arm still healing, her movements were slow, but I knew better than to offer her any help. While nothing would give me greater pleasure than helping my wife in the shower, the past few days were finally catching up with me, and I really was tired of fighting with her. Luckily for me, Elio was trying to prove himself, so he and Aurelio were handling our newest areas of territory. If Kasen hadn’t been shot, everyone would be expecting me to be handling business as expected. However, everyone was learning rather quickly how I really felt about my wife. Even my father-in-law couldn’t deny it any longer.
Now, if just my wife would believe it.
Chapter 34
Kasen~
I thought that nothingwould be able to wake me up after that hot shower. Between my pride forcing me to show up to work, that nonsense with Declan O’Brien, fighting with Nero, and the food that Nero had bullied me into eating, I hadn’t even needed pain medication to knock me out for the night. Shortly after eating, I had fallen asleep, the rest welcomed and needed.
However, Nero’s grip on my thighs and his tongue in between my legs had me waking up from a deep sleep that I should be insisting on.Even if I didn’t need the rest, I should be pushing him away after everything that’d happened. Granted, I had promised to let him continue to use me as he saw fit, but it was clear that it’d been a huge mistake to promise him that. When we’d gotten married, I’d been prepared for a marriage without emotions, but that’s not what I’d gotten. This marriage was full of nothingbutemotions, and I had no idea if I was going to be able to distance myself from my husband like I was hoping. Nero made me feel everything, whether we were fighting or screwing.
When Nero’s tongue slid around my clit, my hands automatically slid into his hair, andit was hard to remember how much I was supposed to hate him. With his hands on my thighs, his tongue working its magic, and the way that he made out with my pussy, it was so hard to remember that I wasn’t supposed to want him.
“Oh, God…” I moaned, forgetting about my pride for themoment.
Nero just groaned against my center, his tongue doing its thing. When I’d gone to sleep, it’d been in my customary t-shirt and panties, so I wasn’t surprised that Nero had gotten this far, this easily without waking me up first. If left up to my husband, I’d sleep naked, something that he’d stated on our first night like this together.
It wasn’t long before Nero was sliding two fingers inside my soaked mess, and my entire body arched with how thick his fingers felt inside me. No matter what Nero did to me, I felt it everywhere. No matter how much I wanted to hate him, his hands on my body made me stupid. No matter how strong I wanted to be, it was undeniable that I was attracted to my husband. It also sucked that I cared for him, something that I wished I could lie about.
As soon as that third finger found its way inside my newest kink, my fingers tightened in Nero’s hair, my orgasm rocking my body hard enough to threaten another headache. If Nero’s plan was to make me come around by keeping me satisfied in bed, then I couldn’t see myself lasting long. I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with this man, and if this was his way of winning every argument, then I didn’t stand a chance.
I let out a shaky breath as Nero kissed his way up my body, his hands pushing up my shirt. Limp, I let Nero removethe fabric, leaving me naked underneath him, and the warmth of his body was enough to make me fall back asleep after that orgasm. I was feeling satisfied and free, if only for a few minutes.
When I felt Nero’s mouth on my left breast, a low sigh escaped, his mouth and tongue working it like they’d done my pussy.His teeth nipped at my hardened peak, and all I could do was moan as his other hand took my other breast in its palm. I felt useless as he switched breasts, back and forth, lavishing each one with equal attention. The more that he sucked on them, the wider my legs spread, wrapping around his waist, just waiting for him to do his worst.
“I’ll never let you go,” he said against my flesh. “I will never let you go, andthis past weekend will be nothing compared to what I’ll do if anyone ever tries to take you from me again.”
I knewthat possessiveness didn’t equal love;I knew this. Nevertheless, it was hard not to blur the lines when Nero said things like that while owning my body the way that he did. If he would just use me, it’d be easier. If he treated this like a transaction, instead of something more…
“Baby…” he growled as his lips movedup towards my neck, the rest of his body positioning itself where it needed to be.
While wishing that I was stronger, I still moaned as Nero’s teeth latched onto the delicate skin of my neck, his dick sliding into me achingly slow. I knew that he was trying his best to be mindful of my arm, but it felt like torture as I felt every inch stretching me wide, making me not care about my damn arm.
“Nero…” I panted when he finally bottomed out, the feeling euphoric.
“That’s it, baby,” he coaxed, making another mark on my neck. “Take my dick like a good girl.”
Nero didn’t make me feel like a good girl whenever he was splitting me in two. Instead of making me feel like a good girl, he made me feel dirty,and he made me like it. That day in my office played on my minda lot, something that I never imagined that I would crave.
“Don’t stop…” I whimpered as his hips started that rhythm as old as time.
“Never,il mio cuore,”he grunted as he moved deeper and harder inside me, my legs wrapping around his waist tightly, holding him close to me.
Done marking me, Nero braced himself on his arms, looking down at me as he kept sliding in and out of me torturously. It felt like hewas trying to drive me insane, giving me just enough to make me beg for more. His slow, deep, purposeful thrusts felt good enough to almost make me forgive him for anything.
My nails dug deep into the sinewy muscles of his back, and Nero rocked into me with a steady rhythm that was making me moan like a desperate slut. My moans, his grunts, and the bed moving beneath us were the only things that could be heard in the room, and the sounds were all tied together in a perfect symphony by the wet sounds of my body accepting his.
“Fuck, you feel sogood,” Nero grunted above me. “I’ll never get enough of what you do to me.”
I bit my lip.
