Page 83 of Virtuous Lies
My mouth opens in a silent scream. Wrist to my mouth, I bite down, stopping myself from making anything but a muffled groan of relief.
Ass cheeks still wide apart, a wet drop hits my tight hole. Turning my head to look over my shoulder, Vincent’s eyes are focused on where we’re connected, watching the way his cock moves in and out of my body. Thick lines protrude from his neck, and my eyes roll back in ecstasy. He spits again, the thick drop hitting the same spot. Hand moving inward, he rubs the pad of his thumb over my untouched entrance.
“Tensing in resistance or pleasure?”
I remain quiet.
“Speak.”
“Plea-sure,” I stutter.
He hums in approval, adding pressure with his thumb, his hips never stopping the way they move his cock in and around my body.
I choke on a hushed moan, everything within my body tensing.
“When andonlywhen you come, you scream my fucking name, Bianca.”
I nod, bucking to force his thumb deeper and hips to move faster.
He groans. “So fucking greedy. That’s it, baby. Take it.”
“Vinnie!” I shout, my body convulsing with gratification. Relishing the indulgence of my husband using my body forhispleasure while tearing mine apart with the same feeling.
Thumb pushed as deep as it will go in my ass, Vincent’s other hand grips my hip with malicious need. He powers inside me, the undeniable sound of slapping skin, the salacious echo to his jagged grunts.
He comes with a wicked roar, my name breaking from his lips like the animal he is.
“Fuck,” he hisses, pulling out of me and falling onto the carpet beside me.
Sliding onto my stomach, I watch the way his chest heaves. “I love you.”
He looks over at me. “It’d kill anything or anyone who threatened to take you from me.”
Though he didn’t use the actual words, I can read my husband well enough to know he just told me he loved me back.
I lift my hand, cupping his cheek. “I don’t doubt it for a second,tesoro.”
He pulls my wrist to his mouth, kissing it softly.
We stay like that until my body cools, and I shiver.
“Your mother invited us for dinner.”
I groan in reluctance. “Do we have to go?”
“You don’t want to see Cat?”
I huff. “You’re right. Fine, I’ll go shower.”
“No.” He rolls over, pinning me to the carpet.
I take comfort in the warmth his body provides. “No?”
He stares into my eyes. “No. When your father makes you feel like shit tonight, I want you to know my cum and blood stain your skin. Iownyou, which makes you beyond fucking powerful, Bianca.”
“How doesyouowningme makeme powerful?”
“You still don’t get it.” He shakes his head. “I may own you, Bianca. But Ibelongto you. I own you because of who I am. I belong to you because you’re my only weakness in this world.”