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“Thank you, Yvette.”
She nods demurely, passing us as she heads out.
Stepping away from Nikki, I shoot off a couple of texts to my staff and campaign team. I’m responding to LL calling me a genius when I look up and see her rooted in the same spot.
“You can go get ready, through there.” After nodding to the en suite, I look down, texting back,I KNOW.
She hasn’t moved.
“Nicolette.” The hard edge to my voice makes her jump.
“Yeah?” Her wild eyes meet mine. She looks like a doe caught in the headlights.
“I said you can use the en suite to get ready.” I nod in the direction of the bathroom again.
My irritation gives way to anger when she starts shaking her head. “Umm, I don’t think so, Thi—”
“Don’t fucking call me that.”
She steps back as if struck, then tries again. “Mathias. I think it’s best for us to take a step back and rethink all this. Everything happened so fast. And you’re still very angry. I really don’t think we should do anything else to compound this mistake.”
“Take a step back and rethink all this?” I take several steps in her direction until I stand squarely in her space.
Biting her lip, Nikki arches her neck up to take my gaze head-on.
“Hm… Were you not in the war room with us for over two hours, agreeing to all this?”
“Yes.” With her head bobbing like one of those bobblehead dolls, she adds, “We were under a lot of stress and duress because of that hit piece. We should get an annulment. Take some time. Maybe you could suspend the campaign. Well, not suspend it, but maybe take a pause? Then we can make a joint statement and—I don’t know.” She says all this in a rushed pleading voice that does nothing to alleviate my anger or my desire to strangle her treacherous ass right now where she stands, mere inches from me.
“You orchestrate my destruction, then you want to run from me?” I’m not surprised to find my hand manacling her neck. No. The surprise is saved for the flare of heat I see emerging from those dark umber orbs. A flush steals over her face, cascading down to her chest. I squeeze more. Her chest rises and falls faster as she tries to catch her breath. I can see her aureolas about to spill over the lace edge of her borrowed dress. She’s trapped under my gaze and my hand. My dick swells so hard, I have to bite back a groan. Reaching up with my free hand, I start pulling the pins out of her hair, daring her with the quick ruthlessness of my actions and hardness of my gaze to try and stop me.
Once I’m done her hair falls around her in luscious dark waves, scented of vanilla and rose. The sight and scent of her makes my chest tighten in a way I’ve never experienced in my almost thirty years.
“Ma—”
“Don’t fucking speak,” I say through clenched teeth. I’m like a beast who’s scented wounded prey.
“Talk to me, and I’m throwing your ass out of here. You will never see me again, but you will never be free of me, darling girl. I will annihilate everything you love. Nothing and no one you cherish will be spared. How do you think my bastard father’s plane dropped out the sky? Hm? You think Takeda did all that on his own? How’d he know the flight plan? How’d he get the device on board?” I make the confession I never did or could to Natalie even if she were my wife. She doesn’t even know the depth of my hatred for the man who sired me. Only Angel and Nikki—the people I trust most in the world—know my truth. Yet only one betrayed me. Now she’s my wife, and it’s a done deal. She’s mine. Mine to share the truth. Mine to punish. Mine to keep. Mine to do with as I please.
“Will you stay or go?” I watch her eyes well, biting back a curse when I see a tear spill free, then another. I wait longer than I should, watching her little ass struggle and game out the repercussions.
Finally she swallows, looking at me squarely. “Stay.”
I can’t say what comes over me.Mine, roars through my mind like it’s a long-awaited ache finally being assuaged, a thirst finally ready to be quenched, the first morsel of food after a fast. The massive need writhes and unfurls until it fills me with an insatiable desire to claim what is mine.
Removing my hand from her hair, I reach inside her dress, rending the bodice, tearing it to the waist. Bowing over her, I take one hard pebbled nipple into my mouth, furling my tongue around it tasting the vanilla and rose of her skin. What ambrosia they put in it, I don’t know, but that shit is making me crazy. Her anguished moan makes me suck more greedily as I pinch and twist the other nipple, training her for my demanding touch.
She shudders, curving into me, loving every filthy thing I do to her. Moving to the right, I take the other nipple, it’s deliciously hard. I work it with my tongue, lapping it gently only to suck hard. She whimpers but slides against me like a dirty little kitten seeking more of my attention. It makes my dick kick. I suckle at her. Laving, tasting, losing myself in the taste and texture of my motherfucking wife. She’s mine. The satin of her skin beckons me to lick every delicious inch of her. She is magnificent, arching into my mouth, denying me nothing, like she knows she’s owned by me completely. Mine to protect, pleasure, and provide for.
Dragging my lips over soft, plush skin, I nip, marking her so there will be no doubt as to whom she belongs. Then I reach the delicious plump mound of her sex. So fucking fat. The hot musk mingles with the vanilla and rose, creating an apex of desire. Helpless to resist, I cover every inch I can with my mouth.
“Damn it, I want to cannibalize this sweet little pussy,” I tell her on a groan. I’m helpless to stop. Her pussy beckons me, begs me to savor, suck. I can deny her nothing.
“Ahhh…” Nikki whimpers when I lick the seam between her lips. Dipping my tongue, I tease her plump clit hidden within. She arches into my mouth, tangling her fingers in my hair, anchoring me. I groan in response. There is nothing about this that has not aroused every part of my being. I’m drawn taut by every sigh. Pierced by every whimper. I’m reveling in this experience. Pressing her thick thighs apart, I slip my tongue between her fat juicy lips. She’s dripping for me.
Pulling away, I look up into the eyes watching my every move. “Sommerland likes you bare?” Shock flares in her eyes. I pull her outer lips apart with my thumbs. “I like my women to look like grown-ass women,” I tell her. “Don’t shave it again.”
Covering her hardened glistening clit with my mouth, I suck. And suck. And suck.
