Page 48 of Stolen Bride
“Find that prick before you get any pussy. He might not be armed, but he’s going to come out swinging when he returns.”
“Don’t worry. I got my gun ready for that asshole.” I’ll drop both of them before they get their hands on her.
“Please, you don’t have to do this.”
“Yes, I do. God, you’re a hotter version of your mother, and I’m sure that cunt is much tighter.” I’m about to burst through the door when I hear the bed move.
“Come and get me, then, you pussy paying motherfucker.” He snarls as I dip open the shower curtain. I’m about to shoot Jones in the back of the head when my wife stabs him in the eye with a fucking blade. One of my own blades. She shoves him off the bed, and I pounce out of the shower. He falls to the ground, howling, and the door opens.
“You stupid cunt. Bet you don’t have any weapons left,” Benz says.
“Wrong,” she answers with a smile.
“You won’t get anywhere near my sister,” I growled, standing right behind him, and put a bullet right in his head. “That’s for my little dark angels.” His body slumps to the floor, and I stare at my gorgeous wife covered in blood looking so damn hot and not even remotely afraid.
With my phone to my ear, I make the call. “Gabe, I need a clean-up at the motel. Jones isn’t a problem, and Benz has been disposed of. Have you dealt with our other problem?”
“Didn’t have to do it.”
“What do you mean?”
“She turned up at a hotel down the road. Body bloody ruined and drugged. It looks like she’s been here for a day.” I ended the call and set the phone down while keeping my eyes trained on my sexy wife. With a wag of my finger and my brows raised, I command, “You come here.”
“We need to get this all cleaned up before the cops come,” she insists, biting down on her bottom lip, looking nervous and yet so damn scandalous. There’s something in her eyes that gives me pause, and I have questions.
“We will, but first I need to know you’re okay.”
“That felt so damn good.” Her eyes light up. “And you look sexy, Damiano.”
“Stella, baby. Are you horny?” I question, staring at my tiny wife with blood covering her, her staring up at me with nervous anticipation.
“Is that terrible?” Her round eyes ask for approval.
“No. Get that pretty little cunt over here and come in the bathroom so the devil can sully you up some more.” I lift her off the bed and take her to the bathroom, closing the door and flipping the lock. Starting the shower, I slowly take off her clothes. “I need you right now, Stella.” My hand fists around her throat and her pulse races.
“Dame, I need you.”
I lift her into the small shower stall, slamming her tiny body against the cheap tile, breath leaving both of us as our mouths brush lightly across each other’s. A feather kiss belies the hunger burning through my veins. “You’ll always have me, my little hellfire. There’s no way I’ll ever let you go.” Fuck, I tear off her panties and free myself from my boxers. Her entrance is sopping wet with need, desire clinging to my fingers, and I can’t wait a moment longer before plundering my wife. It’s been too many days. One full push, and I’ve claimed her again.
“Stella, you feel so perfect. Tell me what you need.”
“Fuck me hard, Damiano. Use me.” She pants as I pump harder into her tight slit, driving my aching cock deep into her heated depths. Sweat and water wash the blood off our bodies as we take our passion to a different level. Stella had been made for me, and I almost lost her.
“You would have found me.” I didn’t realize my slip up, but it doesn’t matter because she’s my better half, everything I’ll never be and more.
“I love you,” I grunt as I piston in and out of her slick cunt. “Come for me,” I command, but it’s more of a plea because I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.
“Yes, my lord,” she cries out, fingers spearing my soaked hair. My mouth clamps on her throat as I bellow out my orgasm, flooding her already seeded womb.
“Someone’s in the room.”
“I know.” I slide out of my wife with a painful pop. Damn, maybe I was a little too rough with her.
“We’ll be done soon, Boss.” Adriano calls out. “Cops haven’t been called. Do you need clothes in there?”
“Yes.”
“When you’re ready, knock and we’ll turn around,” my father says, and Stella turns beet red. “Clothes are on the table by the bathroom door.”