Lining up with her entrance, I take her hip with my free hand to hold her still before rolling my hips to enter her.Tight!So tight, I can barely move at first, even with her almost dripping like she is.“You like that?Does it feel good?”I ask as I sink deeper, her tight channel gripping me like a glove by the time my balls touch her clit.
“Oh, yeah…” Her voice is a deep, guttural moan, rolling over me, making me more determined than ever to feel her come around me.
“Fuck yourself on me.”Pulling her hair a little harder, I grunt out, “Be a good girl and show me how you like it.”
“Dante… my God…” She starts to move, grinding slowly, moaning through all of it while I focus on every inch of her hot silk, pumping my cock.The sight of me disappearing in her again and again is hypnotic.
“That’s right.Work my cock.Make your pussy cream on me.”I would swear she gets tighter, responding to my words.I don’t know how much longer I can hold on like this.She’s too perfect.It’s too perfect.
I let go of her hair in favor of cupping her tits with both hands, holding onto them and pinching her nipples before taking the reins.My hips move faster, our bodies are crashing together, and once I give in to what my body demands, I take her like an animal.An animal that howls in the last seconds before she squeezes me tight enough to make me gasp.
“Dante!”That’s all she manages to shout before a million tiny muscles work around me, milking me.
There’s nothing to do but give in, letting the release take me.The freedom of spilling inside Sophia, still buried balls deep, is almost worth everything she’s put me through so far.At least in the moment, with my blood rushing, my head spinning, and the sweet relief of finally taking what’s been dangled in front of me all this time, makes my thoughts fuzzy.
Post-nut clarity hits hard and fast.
This is not what I came here to do today.There are hours of work to be done at the house, and according to our latest reports, we lost two soldiers and a captain last night.
A living, breathing sex goddess is splayed out under me, and all I can think about is a bunch of dead men.Is she right about me?Am I too obsessed with the family?I might have overcorrected when I promised Papa I would give him and the Santoros everything I have, every day, no matter what.
“I should forget my phone more often.”I give her ass a playful smack before she rolls onto her back, staring up at me like a woman wondering what just hit her.
“Maybe you should,” she agrees.There’s something different in the way she looks at me now, or that could be the way I see her differently.Now that I’ve had her.Now that I’ve claimed her.Now that we’ve consummated this strange, complicated marriage.
And probably complicated it further, because I already want her again.
For days at a time, preferably.
“I know you need to get back.I get it.”A playful smirk makes her lips twitch.“I wonder if anybody will know what else you got when you came back for your phone.”
“And you’re all right?”I ask.See, this is awkward.This is why I like the quickies, the anonymous encounters.
She pushes herself up onto her elbows, now smirking full-on.“Do I not seem all right?You’d better hurry up and go before I demand around two.”
As tempting as that is, I hurry through cleaning up before making sure my phone is in my pocket, then leaving the house while she gets back in the shower.I’m even whistling as I walk up to the house.Amazing how a good fuck can reset a man’s mindset.
The effect doesn’t last long once I remember what sparked our fight in the first place.Her phone.The fact that she wouldn’t show me what she was hiding.
And now I have to wonder as I step into the house, coming to a stop at the foot of the stairs and grabbing onto the banister when it hits me.Did she drop her robe because she knew it would distract me?Was it all a game?
And if so, do I have what it takes to run this family if it’s that easy to fuck with my head?
One thing is for sure.By the time I march the rest of the way to Papa’s study, I’m not making it that easy for her again.
12
SOPHIA
When Dante helps push my chair in once I’ve taken a seat at the family dinner table, it irks me, and I don’t know why.Maybe it’s the care he takes, or perhaps it’s the way he pats my shoulder before sitting next to me.
This is the most contact we’ve had since consummating our marriage three days ago.It’s not that I expected anything to change, really.We weren’t going to start sleeping in the same bed or even eating meals together just because we fucked.
That was what we did too.There was no lovemaking.He took me hard, almost brutally.And what’s even worse than the way he acts like it never happened is the way my body remembers every moment so vividly.Like right now, for instance, when my core heats up with the slightest thought of that morning while he sits next to me, and I have to pretend I’m not craving his touch.He makes me feel unwanted, like a useless accessory, and I want him.
What does that say about me?What it says doesn’t matter.Not when it’s time to smile and act happy during family dinner.
The dinner, my beloved husband didn’t even think to tell me about.No, I had to hear from Guilia during lunch this afternoon.
