Page 93 of Isle of Seduction
While I drag my zipper down just enough to release my shaft, the sound echoing around us and mixing with the whimpers of a half-dead man and the heavy breathing of my wife, I bend over her body and murmur in her ear, “This stops whenever you want, sweetheart. Never forget that you are in control. You own me.”
I press the head of my cock at her entrance.
“That pretty pussy is weeping for me,” I tell her, louder for our audience of one half-dead man.
When I thrust inside her, we both cry out in relief. I take a hold of her hair and bend her neck back to look at me. He doesn’t get to own any of her attention. “Come on, sweetheart, we both know you can be louder than this.”
I fuck her hard against the table, my groin slamming against her plump ass with every thrust, balls slapping her clit in the most delicious and rough way that makes me want to come all over her. I know he won’t see it, but she needs to know she’s mine and I’m hers.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re gripping my cock so hard.”
My hands on her ass tighten with the effort not to blow and she moans at the prickle of pain. I swallow the sound and piston my hips at a maddening rhythm, long and deep. Her walls clench around me and my balls draw tight, the oncoming orgasm threatening to blow my fucking mind. “That’s what you want, sweetheart? To be fucked hard, still covered in the blood of your enemy? You want me to come inside that tight cunt, mark you as mine, let him hear who you belong to?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants. “Come inside me, marito.”
I need her to see us, to see me when I claim her body again. I withdraw just long enough to settle her on her back and press back inside her hot channel while her legs band around my waist.
She moans my name over and over, her breaths coming in pants, shallow and short. I go deeper, harder, fucking the hurt out of her body, at least for a moment. “You’re mine sweetheart, all mine. Look at who’s fucking you and come with me.”
Our eyes meet, intense love shining between us like a thread. Her climax has her tightening her hips around mine, milking my cock until I’m spent inside her. Her moans fill my ears and remind me that she’s safe, she’s with me. I spill my cum deep inside her with a roar.
When I soften inside her and withdraw, my eyes greedily dip to her thighs, sticky with our cum. I scoop it up with my fingers and bring them to my lips, licking it off before I kiss her again.
Everything around us is still. The room is eerily silent. Particles of dust drift in the ray of sunlight peeking through the window.
Our gaze turn to Louis, slumped on his chair, mouth parted.
I tuck myself back into my pants and move to him, pressing two fingers at his pulse point.
He’s gone.
Relief floods my system, as intense as when Nico’s pulse beat against my hand a few hours before.
She’s safe. He won’t be able to hurt her. My avenging angel killed him with the helping hand of her soldier.
Butt-naked and tears falling on her cheeks, Giulia takes hold of him and shakes him, his head falling back and forth. “Don’t you dare fucking die before I’m done with you, you piece of shit!”
She spits in his face, but when she stops shaking him, his body falls still.
“What do I do with all my pain?!” she asks me, voice shaking, anguish painting her every word.
I take her in my arms, holding her up while her soul crumbles. “You’ll get through it, guerrieritta. And I’ll be right there with you.”
I kiss the top of her head and direct her to put the jeans back on.
“Let go home, tesoro mio.”
“Wait!”
She goes back to Louis, hesitates, then with a full body shudder, she plunges her hand into the pockets of his pants, struggling to get something out of there.
“Guerrieritta, what are you…”
Her hand comes out, and she opens her palm. Her rings shine with the morning light illuminating them. With a sigh, she puts them back on her left ring finger and lets me guide her back to our home.
THIRTY-EIGHT
TO SLAY THE DEMONS OF THE PAST