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Something changed between us when Emilia was born. Whatever it is is indefinable in my mind, but it is the reason I allowed her to accompany me here tonight. It is the reason a fierce protectiveness has arisen deep inside me. It is the reason I now begin to understand the true power—and danger—of love, when it has never touched my heart in the past.
And the indefinablethingbetween us is the reason I study her delicate features and her voluptuous curves right now, and imagine all the things I will do to her even before we reach the Boston estate.
Home.
“I am going to make you scream tonight, Bianca. In the skies far above this crowd of sycophantic hangers-on. When the jet takes off, so will you. I will be relentless, and you will be begging for more before we are even halfway home.”
Her wide mouth parts, and the tip of her tongue darts out to moisten her bottom lip. Those are the lips that I will soon order to be wrapped around my cock. Desire floods through me at the mental image, and my trousers begin to tent.
I am no teenage boy, and I can control my body if I wish. But I do not wish. I want her to know how much I desire her, to drown in the scent of my arousal. I want her to imagine the hot taste of my need on that sexy little tongue as her pussy lips dampen with her own slick excitement.
“That’s a big promise, husband,” she murmurs, her eyes shuttering briefly as she flutters her lashes. “It’s a short plane ride.”
“It is long enough, Bianca, for foreplay. A beginning. And then we will continue the rest long into the night after we arrive back in Boston. To our home.”
The shiver that runs through her is visible even in the darkness of the night around us, and I smile, enjoying the knowledge of what that shiver means. It may be edged with something less positive than desire—in fact, it almost certainly is, knowing the complex nature of our relationship—but even if she still fears me, or loathes this life into which she has been thrust, she cannot hide her need. Not from me. The scent of it rises around us, increasing as the car glides to a stop beneath the portico at the entrance, and I hand her into the rear compartment of the limo.
My fingers graze her hip as I steady her, the little hitch of her breath confirming her super-aware state. I told her once that desire is a two-edged sword. Fear and need. Love and hate. Enemies and passionate lovers.
I am about to deliver on all fronts. My wife will never be the same again.
* * *
Bianca
I am goingto make you scream tonight.
He has promised that in the past, and always managed to deliver, even when I was determined not to let it happen. Will tonight be any different? Will I be able to maintain any control of my body? Over my emotions? Over my own damn voice?
Do Iwantto maintain control?
The truth is, I want my husband to make me scream. And when I look into the darkness of his eyes, I know I’ve already lost this battle.
The jet takes off, and once we’re airborne and the captain provides permission to move around the cabin, Rio orders all staff out of the main lounge area.
He tells them to return only in the event of an emergency, and for anything less, there will be consequences. Everyone scurries away, and finally it is just myself and Rio in the compact space. We sit in cream leather lounge seats, facing each other in silence.
I am almost vibrating with need, my core wet and ready, and he has not laid a single finger on me since he helped me into the limo at Martelli’s estate.
“What do you want, Rio?” My voice is breathier than I would like.
But his eyes tell me he already knows, even without hearing the need in my tone, how much I want him.
“What do I want?” he begins in a conversational tone, but then the heat simmering between us both seems to flare, and he finishes in a far rougher voice. “I want you to kneel for me, my wife. Right here, right now. Come here.Faster.”
I jump up from my seat and take a step forward, then slowly lower to the floor of the cabin in front of him and shuffle forward on my knees. His legs drift wider, making a space for me between his thighs, and the material of his suit trousers pulls across his swollen flesh.
“Release me.”
I wet my lips, the ache in my body growing. I reach out to undo his button and the zipper, allowing his cock to pop free in all its erect glory. My core is slick, my pussy lips heavy, and I can’t help the moan that slips out.
“Now touch me, Bianca. Stroke me, and then bend your head and take me in your mouth. And when you do so, you may imagine my mouth devouringyou. Licking at your clit, drinking in your juices, and then invading your wet channel with my tongue and my exploring fingers.”
I grip his hard flesh and slide my hand up and down, running my thumb over the tip and spreading the drop of pre-cum waiting for me. He leans back in his seat, resting the back of his head against the leather, looking up at the ceiling of the cabin as if he’s bored with my touch. But I note the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallows, and the rapid rise and fall of his chest as his breathing quickens.
I tighten my fist, slide faster, and there it is. A tiny groan that he cannot control.
I am smiling in triumph as I lean in and take his cock into my mouth. I love the knowledge that I can arouse him so easily. That a man so powerful and in control in the rest of his life can be brought undone by the lick and swirl of my lips and tongue and teeth.
