My stomach knotted.
“In business and in my personal life. I keep an eye on what’s mine.” His hand moved to my waist. “Since that first night at Buona Sera, you’ve been mine.”
I shuddered when his hand moved to the sash of my robe, loosening the bow that held it closed.
I stopped his hand with my own. “I wasn’t yours. You had someone else. And now, six years later you question me about who else I’ve been with in that time.” I sat up, tossing my plate onto the tray and staring at him in his narrowed eyes. “I don’t get to ask you about the women you’ve been with but I was supposed to what? Have waited for you while I raised our children alone?” I went to push his hand away but he held firm.
“She’s not a factor.”
I snorted and gave a humorless laugh. “She sure as hell was back then.” I cut my eyes at him, seeking to move away from his hold, but he tightened his arm around me.
“She’s not anymore, nor will she ever be again.”
Something final was in his voice. I lowered my brows, half torn between asking what he meant by that and being afraid to ask.
Lowering his head so that our faces were nearly touching, he took my chin between his fingers. “She was business. You are something entirely different.”
I frowned, scoffing. “Yeah? And what’s that?”
“My life. You and our children.”
He released my chin and moved to get off the bed, taking the tray with him. He carried it to the other side of the room, placing it on the leather chair that sat in the corner before returning to me. Again, he stood at the side of the bed, looking down at the items on the nightstand that still remained.
“We’re done talking about her,” he said as if all my questions were answered. “We’ve got more important matters to discuss.” He lifted the lube, uncapping it.
My eyes widened. “Such as?” My voice was breathless.
“When are you giving me more children?” he answered in a nonchalant manner, squeezing lube onto his fingers.
I swallowed, my body growing hot, nipples hardening at the sight of his actions.
“W-we just got married.”
“Three months ago,” he muttered, moving to the bed.
I nodded and began crawling backwards.
“You know what happens when you try to run,” he warned, angling his head menacingly.
I could hardly believe how my body was already responding to his taunting considering he wasn’t even touching me. But it was always like this with him.
He caught me around one leg, pulling me to him at the edge of the bed. “You’ve never let another man touch you here.” He lowered the fingers with the lube on them to the opening of my backside.
I inhaled sharply when he began probing my hole. It hadn’t been a question but I still felt the need to answer. “N-no,” I moaned as his fingers sunk in deeper to my anal cavity. The idea alone of anyone but Aaron touching me in that way was unfathomable.
“Good. I would kill any man that has.” He kept his eyes on me, pulling his fingers in and out, ensuring I was well coated. “The knowledge that another man has seen you naked is taking all of my restraint to not have my security find him and bring him to me, as it stands now. You don’t want to know what I’d do to the man who’s had your ass as well.” His fingers picked up pace and his other hand moved to my clit, rubbing it.
I tightened my hands into the bedsheets, lifting my hips.
“You’re tight. Not ready for my cock yet but the plug will help.” He withdrew his fingers, pulling a whimper of need from my lips. He lifted the butt plug from the nightstand, lowering it to my anus. “Don’t tense up. Exhale,” he ordered.
I did as instructed and he slipped the plug into me at the same time I released the breath. I watched, my eyes halfway closed, as he lowered his briefs, freeing himself. He positioned himself on the bed, placing the tip of himself right at my vaginal opening. For once, he left my hands free, allowing me to wrap them around his waist. He peered down at me, eyes and face intent as he pushed into me with one forceful thrust.
A gush of air expelled from my body and I let out a silent scream, mouth ajar. I felt completely stuffed. Aaron wasn’t small by any account. Without the plug he was almost too much for me but with it, I felt impossibly tight, almost like a virgin again. But unlike that first night, Aaron didn’t give me time to adjust to his girth. He rammed in and out of me, in an obvious way of claiming me.
He growled, and pulled at my hair, exposing my neck again for him to taste as he saw fit. I dug my nails into his muscled ass, which only spurred him on. He was dogged in his strokes, giving me deep plunges that were on the borderline between pain and pleasure. I didn’t need to hear the words to know he was telling me, once again, that I was his. He took my mouth, claiming it savagely, the same way he was doing to my pussy.
I knew from the first night we’d been together, until then, why he’d waited so long to get physically intimate with me. Why he’d stopped me from kissing him those times. It was because of this. Because he knew he’d lose all restraint. He thought I was too sensitive to take the beast that laid inside of him. But as I came for probably the hundredth time that day, I pulled him to me, urging him to go deeper, to give me more. He wasn’t too much for me. He was exactly what I needed—who I needed.
