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“This is me. This is the savage you tempted.” I relentlessly pound into her from behind, feeling her tightening around me, but she’s still very slick.
“Don’t stop. I want to be what you need in the bedroom.” Her words shatter through me. “So you don’t want anyone else.”
She wants us to have an intensely sexual relationship, and that means she already understands the kind of man I am. I need to know more about her, though. Right now, I need to fuck this tight, wet pussy until I lose my mind.
Isabella groans and cries out. For the first time, I consider that Patricia must be downstairs and will hear a woman screaming from my bedroom. Since Isabella has been staying in Shea’s room, my house manager might consider I have a woman other than my wife in my bed. I don’t care, but I don’t want an employee disrespecting me.
“Shhh,” I breathe into Isabella’s neck. “Patricia doesn’t know I’m fucking you.” I slow down, realizing that makes it better for both of us. The measured torture lights me up like last night. Being gentle, but also cruel enough to bring us both to a razor-thin edge.
Isabella gets wetter and tighter with every drawn-out glide of my cock in and out of her. I feel my balls tighten, and that electricity shoots up my spine. “I’m gonna come, bella. Are you close?”
She whimpers and pushes her ass against me. “Harder,” she moans.
Son of a bitch, she loves getting fucked like this. I thrust some more, desperately waiting for her to fall over the edge. Playing dirty, I push my thumb on the seam of her ass. With that, she screeches, and I feel her throbbing around me.
She moans my name, and I can’t take it.
“That’s right, wife, come for me. Fuck…” I throw my head back and feel my load pulse out of me. Ropes of warm cum mix with her juices, and it’s mind-blowing.
I fall forward and drag my teeth across her shoulders. Once again, I don’t soften, even though I just came violently inside her. She stays with me thrust for thrust, wanting more. I lift her hips to find her clit. The second I touch it, she cries out, and this climax is even stronger for her. She clamps down even harder, the waves more intense. It’s like she’s possessed, the way she bucks and shakes on the bed beneath me.
Being quiet is a long-lost endeavor, as we’re both making so much noise at this point.
By the time we’re done, I’m holding her against my chest, both our breathing erratic. “Fuck,” I mutter into the back of her hair. “What are you trying to do to me?” I whisper, not even sure if she can hear me, and I doubt she has an answer.
She wiggles and twists until she’s facing me. Feeling overwhelmed, I kiss her. Keep kissing her, swirling my tongue deep into her mouth. “I wish I can say that’s the worst of me.”
“There’s more?” Her eyes find mine, and it’s pure adoration, but I don’t know what to do with that. This is supposed to be a convenient transaction, a wife I need to give me sons in exchange for money my enemies will use to destroy themselves. Allowing me to expand my dynasty and take over all of Astoria. “I’m just getting started with you.”
My phone ringing reminds me of the outside world and that I can’t stay in this bed all day. I’ll tear her apart and leave her too sore for days. I see it’s Riordan and groan.
Lifting off Isabella, I swipe to answer the call. “I’ll ring you back.”
Isabella sits up in bed and stretches with that beautiful back to me. Fucking the crap out of the Italian princess is the last place in the world I thought I’d end up.
I started in such a different place. A crown prince who fell in love with a sweet girl from the neighborhood with no thought to how I’d live my life as a king. That was the kind of love I knew. Not this. Not falling for a wife who’s in my bed and fucking me because it’s convenient. For both of us.
Maybe it’s selfish of me, or maybe I just like it. My life hasn’t been about what I want or what I like for a very long time. Until I know for sure what my relationship with Isabella will be when no one is watching, when it’s just us, I have to keep my guard up.
“Why don’t you go take a bath? I’m sure you’re sore.” I stand up and snag the briefs I tossed yesterday. Fuck, just looking at her used and debauched naked body, I’m growing hard again.
“Oh, no…” She looks down at the bed and shucks the covers. “I ruined your sheets.”
I grin. It’s a badge of honor for me to deflower my wife. “There’re more sheets. I’ll have Patricia—”
“No!” Isabella shrieks and starts pulling them off the mattress. “I’m mortified. Plus, that woman watched you grow up. Spare her the embarrassment or the visual of picturing you ramming me to the point I bled.” Her spunk makes me smile, but not too wide. I don’t want to give too much away of how I love her like this.
“When you put it that way… What do you suggest?”
She glances around. “This is my bedroom now, according to you. That makes this my bed. I’ll change the sheets. Where are they?” She sounds sincere.
“Closet in the bathroom.” I stalk up to her, and she covers her breasts.
I gently pull her wrists away. “Stop. You don’t hide yourself from me. I’m your husband. It’s my right to look at you.”
“Doesn’t mean I feel good—”
“About what?” I stop her.
