Page 58 of Stolen Wife
“That hardly looks like nothing.”
“I’m fine.”
Ha. I don’t believe him for a minute. “Bullshit.”
“What did I tell your pretty ass about swearing?”
“I don’t know. I think I need a reminder.”
With a growl, he scoops me up and takes the stairs two at a time to our room. “Clothes off now,” he barks as he quickly strips out of his own. He’s on me like a wild animal kissing and biting while pumping into me until I’m screaming his name over and over again.
We’re snuggling under the covers when I broach the subject of his mood when he came home. “So about this grumpiness?”
He leans on his elbow and forearm and says, “Denton, he shot Dimitri.”
“The guy you fired?”
He nods, feeling the weight of the blame. “Yes, but he didn’t do it to get at me. Denton was just looking for someone to take me out. Now it’s not me he’s got to worry about. It had to do with the Russians and their enemies. It was a ruse meant to have Alexei react and blame me, but their plan backfired because Bykov had common sense and a shrewdness about him that didn’t allow him to overreact without thinking things through.”
“Thankfully. Besides, he did seem like a nice guy when we met.” He went back and forth until Dimitri was well enough to travel. Dimitri came to visit us before going to Russia for a long vacation.
“He’s not a nice guy.” Santino growls out of jealousy.
“I mean that he kind of is a decent guy to you. He lent you the plane to come and get me.”
“You have a point,” he grumbles, but there’s a possessive glint in his eyes that just dares me to add fuel to that flame.
“He’s kind of good looking too.” He flips me onto my back and pins me to the bed just as I expected.
“Mrs. Benedetti, I’m afraid you’re in need of a reminder of who you belong to and what I’ll do to keep you with me forever.” He reaches over into our bedroom drawer and pulls out the cuffs.
“You wouldn’t,” I challenge as I feel my pussy clench with desire.
“You know I will. Hands.”
“No,” I refuse, shaking my head to the side. He flips me onto my belly and slides my arms behind my back.
“You know that’s going to cost you.”
“Yep.”
“You’re not supposed to enjoy your punishment, my love.”
“I enjoy everything with you.” He lifts my ass up, wrapping one strong hand on the cuffs, restraining my wrists while the other hand guides his thick cock deep inside in one fluid motion. I feel so full from this position and I want more. I push my ass back onto his abs as he thrusts hard over and over again.
“You’re mine, Giada. Now, tell me what I want to hear.”
“I’m yours, Santino. Only yours.”
“That’s good, baby. Now come on my dick. I want to feel your release milking every last creamy drop out of my balls.” He leans down, planting his hands on the mattress and his chest on my back. I curve my fingers and scratch at his belly, loving the way he gets so worked up.
“Give it to me,” he demands, and my pussy does his bidding, coming hard on his length. He pumps hard, shooting his cum on my pulsing walls. “So beautiful. Giada, you are so beautiful.”