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I change for the night, slipping into a silk nightgown, before finding Roman in the living room of our honeymoon suite.
He beckons me closer to where he’s seated with his index finger. “I have something for you.”
“Oh yeah?” I sway my hips, capturing his attention. “What is it?”
“This.” He holds out what looks like a black credit card. “I had this issued for you before we left so that you can purchase anything you want from now on. Paris is a good place to break it in. There are plenty of places to shop.”
Tentatively, I reach for it. “Is this what I think it is? I didn’t realize these actually existed.”
“They do. And that one is all yours,wife.”
My insides warm when he calls me his wife. It’s better than any other endearment.
“Thank you.” This piece of matte black metal is yet another reminder of Roman’s legacy. I suck in a harsh breath, as a thought hits me. “Oh my God, we never signed a prenup before the wedding.”
“Why would we?” He takes my hips and plants a kiss on my stomach through the slinky fabric. “Everything that is mine, is yours.”
“But—”
“Shh, I didn’t forget, Sophia. I don’t want a piece of paper hanging between us.”
I climb into his lap, my brows furrowed in confusion. “But you’re the one who said marriage is a business agreement, a contract. Yet we don’t have one in writing.”
“I did say that, didn’t I?” He places an open mouth kiss between my breasts, his strong hands groping my ass. “Maybe I was wrong.”
It’s official. Roman De Luca has lost his goddamn mind. Who is this man I’m straddling? Certainly not the ruthless businessman who negotiated terms of our marriage over dinner.
All those thoughts flee my head when he grinds his growing erection against my needy pussy and teases my nipples through the silky fabric. I arch my back, demanding more.
“I don’t want to talk about contracts,” he says, dragging his tongue up my neck. “I want to fuck my wife.”
My gaze drops to the noticeable bulge in his trousers, and I place both palms on his chest. This time I’m going to have a taste of him.
I crawl out of his lap and drop to my knees, then reach for his fly.
He catches my wrist. “What are you doing?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I want to taste you,husband. Don’t you dare try to stop me this time.” I lick my lips and his gaze darkens, but he releases my hand and sits back.
He groans as I undo the top button then the zipper to free his cock. It’s heavy in my hand, smooth, hard and hot. I lick the head, and Roman lets out a curse. He tangles his fingers in my hair, and I open my mouth to take him in.
“So fucking beautiful.” He thrusts in, an inch at a time, until his cock hits the back of my throat. My eyes tear up, and I gag. “Relax your throat, principessa. That’s right. Take all of me. Just like that. That’s a good girl. Fuck.”
I suck him as he leisurely fucks my face, enjoying every second of it, but especially the way he keeps moaning and cursing. His fingers tugging and flexing in my hair.
Following my instincts, I palm his balls, and with a guttural cry he spurts hot cum into my mouth. Greedily, I swallow it all.
Pulling out, he drops to his knees and kisses me thoroughly, tasting himself on my tongue. Roman rests his forehead against mine while he catches his breath.
I grin. The idea that I can bring this man to his knees fills me with an unexpected sense of satisfaction.
“Now it’s your turn,” he rumbles, picking me up and tossing me over his shoulder. He smacks my ass as he walks into the bedroom. There he tears away the silk, and lays me on the bed like a sacrificial virgin, his hungry eyes eating me up.
My nipples peak and skin tingles under his heavy gaze. He licks his lips and I can see the filthy beast within him rise to the surface, ready to claim me for himself.Filthy Romanis my new favorite person.
Stalking closer, he undresses, then climbs onto the bed. He grips my hips, lifting them until my pussy meets his mouth. Then he feasts.
I’m completely at his mercy as he fucks me with his tongue, his fingers, nipping and licking my clit. Tension builds in my lower belly.
