"Good night," I whispered and rolled over.
I heard a soft sigh escape from Thierry's lips. The bed dipped then and soon I felt the heat from his body. "If I forced you, no one would come and save you wife. You are mine's to do with as I please."
He flexed his hips and the hardness of him fell right into the crack of my ass. My Target night gown at this point was a thin sheet of loose-leaf notebook paper for some high schooler to doodle on while his teacher wrote math problems. He groaned in my ear, and I knew that he wasn't lying. No one was going to save me. He had hired guards and they were all here under his command, even Morgan, my personal bodyguard, was taking direct orders from him now.
"Well, you should have thought about that before you faked your death. Now get the fuck off me before I kill you." I bit it out in a whisper, too afraid to admit that I was actually enjoying his attention.
"Not until I've tasted it."
"What?"
"Your milk...."
My eyes snapped open wide. It donned on me that he had been completely serious earlier about Tibs saving him some. His hands began to glide up my body, the hard length still pressing in deep and further between my ass cheeks. Finally, he had cupped my coveted breast in his grasp.
"You can scream for me if you like, Diamond...but no more games..."
The room seemed to spin a little bit. My hand clutched onto the mattress, the sheet rippling up into my grasp. He would like that, I decided. He would like for me to scream for him.
His hands had started to roam every inch of my body, calloused and rough. Finally, he flipped me onto my back, and we starred at each other for what felt like eternity. Fire was roaring between us, and I could see and hear nothing but our breathing. It seemed to fill the air.
His hands roughly massaged my breast as he straddled me and then I couldn’t stop him. My nipples were engulfed by his warm mouth, and he began to suckle. There was nothing gentle about him pulling the milk from my body, but I grew damper still between my legs. It was so extremely erotic that I felt myself bucking upward to get some relief, but a sharp pain hit my center and I cried out in pain.
"Does it hurt?" Thierry looked up, frowning.
"No but my stitches feel weird," I reminded him.
He sighed, and then leaned down to kiss my nipple one last time, his tongue darting out to dab at a last dot of breast milk. His Adam's apple bobbed like it was moving to poetry as he swallowed.
"I plan to make the most of my time on Earth," he said pulling me in close.
"You can start by giving me the divorce," I yawned feeling sleepy.
"Never, but I do plan on getting into that ass," he gripped my hip hard. "Soon, Diamond. Very soon, I'm going to invade your body in ways you never imagined."
"Dream on," I whispered.
I snuggled into his warmth anyway. It seemed far away, but I could hear the lullaby my mother had sang filling my ears. I wanted to dream about her and see her. It had been so very long since I'd seen her.
Chapter 8
Thierry
The Duecehad been performing well in my absence. Diamond had a fucking head for business. When I had walked into the club, those that had remembered me were in awe. They'd thought that I was dead along with everyone else.
"It's great to see you, boss" Ernie the bartended had nodded.
He fixed me a shot of whiskey which I'd downed. I'd alerted everyone to the fact that Diamond was going to take a little bit of maternity leave and that I would handle the rest. It was only partly true. Diamond hadn't actually called it maternity leave. She had tried to have Tiberius in a pack and play in the back office. I had flat out refused. He needed to be home with his things, growing his brain free from the vibes of a night club. I had nixed the idea immediately.
My mind drifted.
The day that we had brought my son home from the hospital, had been one of the hardest days of my life. I feared my actions had turned my brother against me.
Give me a report on the shipment, I texted Enzo.
While I waited for a reply, I thought about how I'd walked in with Diamond and Tiberius. He and Treyanna had been standing there waiting for Diamond but the moment he had seen me, his eyes had turned glassy. And then.... then something had blossomed there as he realized the entire situation.
His Italian, while rusty had come out in full force. He'd called me every single name in the book. His sister-in-law, Marigold had come out of the kitchen and had pulled Treyanna, Diamond and the baby away.
