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“Do you remember the wedding I took you to? Where you danced for me?” he asks and captures my lips with his. His hands have reached the elastic of my panties, his fingers tangling with the lacy straps on my hips.
Nodding, I grab a fistful of his shirt and bite his lower lip while my body buzzes with electricity. No matter how close we are to each other, it’s never enough. I feel a tug, and then a tear on the left side of my panties.
“I wanted to pull you off that table and fuck you in front of everyone there. To claim you as mine. And make sure everyone knows it.”
The right side of my panties gets torn, too, and then he slides his palm between our bodies, circling my clit with his finger while unzipping his pants with his other hand. The moment his cock springs free, he grabs me under my ass, positioning me above his solid length.
“Do you have anything to confess, Sienna?”
It’s too dim to clearly see the expression on his face, but every so often, a strobe of light over the dance floor reflects off his light-green eyes. Eyes that are boring into mine. A whirlwind of feelings twists in my stomach, demanding to be let out. I bury my hands in his hair and, staring into his depths, slowly slide onto his cock.
A gasp leaves me as he fills me, lodging himself deep. I squeeze his dark strands between my fingers and rock my hips, taking even more of him in. My gaze holds his captive as I ride him, but no words leave my lips.
I know what he’s asking for. He wants me to tell him that I love him. I can’t. I’m too afraid to voice the truth, to say out loud what we both already know. Each time I even think about it, panic rises within me, gripping me in its claws, squeezing. I’m aware that my fear is irrational. You can’t seal a person’s fate with three simple words. Still, I can’t make myself do it, too scared that I might lose him.
The pressure in my core builds as I rotate my hips, needing to feel even more of him. Drago’s hand squeezes my ass cheek, then moves along my hip to my pussy and pinches my clit. I gasp, my breathing fast and shallow. The brilliant piercing eyes of my husband are still pinned to my own when he leans forward and touches his forehead to mine.
“It’s okay,mila moya,” he whispers, pressing his thumb to my bud. “You don’t have to say it. I know you will, when you’re ready.”
His lips seize mine—biting, claiming. I squeeze my eyes shut and kiss him back as I reach for the remote control he left on the cushion beside us. A slight press of a button, and the elegant column lamps on either side of the sofa come back to life, bathing us in the pale-blue glow and restoring the ambient awareness around us. Over a hundred people are in the club tonight, and each one of them can now clearly see me riding my husband’s cock.
Drago’s eyes widen in surprise, and a corner of his lips curves up. “Why?” he asks.
Throwing the remote to the side, I press my palms on my husband’s face, devouring him with my eyes while I continue to slowly ride him. I inhale his scent, drink in his essence, and embrace the very darkness I once feared when we met. This man. The only one who’s ever understood me. The man I can’t imagine my life without anymore.
“Because I want everyone to know, too,” I say.
“Know what?”
“That you’re mine.” I lean forward so he can feel my rapid heartbeat. “And that I’m yours.”
Chapter 21
Pumpkin-orange. Of course.
I lean my elbow on the bathroom doorframe and continue towel-drying my hair as I watch my wife. Sitting on the edge of the bed, her right foot propped on the nearby recliner, she’s painting her toenails. The brush in her hand is held by the tips of only two fingers, the other three extended outward, making me think that the polish on her fingernails isn’t yet dry. Her outfit today consists of shiny turquoise leggings paired with an orange sweater. The pants have a pattern of fish scales, making them look like a mermaid tail in a way. I smile and push away from the jamb, heading across the room.
“Hey, what are you doing?” she says as I wrap my hand around her ankle and pull her leg up so I can take a seat on the recliner.
I place her foot on my knee and take the nail polish brush out of her grasp. The confusion on Sienna’s face becomes a surprise when I dip the applicator into the bottle on the nightstand and resume the work she started.
She reaches out and places her finger under my chin, tilting my head up. “What would your men say if they saw you painting my toenails? It’s not a very manly thing, you know?”
I raise an eyebrow. “Should I go kick someone’s ass after I’m done? Would that maintain my alpha male status?”
“I don’t think that’s necessary.” She laughs. “But I’d love to see the look on their faces.”
“No one would ever make a comment on it because if they did, it would mean they were looking at your legs. And it wouldn’t end well for them,” I say and continue with my task. “Stop wriggling your toes.”
“Sorry.” She snorts. “Don’t forget the glitter dust.”
“Should I know what that is?”
“Glitter dust. Here.” She places a small round container in my hand. It's filled with a shimmering powder of some kind. “Just take a little pinch and sprinkle on the nails. Quickly now, or the nail polish will dry and the glitter won’t stick.”
I scrutinize the tiny thing on my palm. It’s smaller than my thumb, so there’s no way I can “pinch” anything from inside. It takes me a few tries just to open it. I spill a bit of the glitter on my palm, take some between my fingers, and carefully let it fall over Sienna’s toenails.
“Enough?” I ask and look up to find my wife staring at me, her eyes glistening.
