Kai tugged me back onto his lap, wrapping one hand around my throat, and with the other, he rolled my nipple between his fingers as I bounced on his cock.
“Listen to that, how goddamn wet you are. I bet you’re dripping down my balls.”
I raised a hand and tangled my fingers into his hair as he increased his rhythm. I was so close. My thighs trembled with every stroke against my clit. The tighter my pussy squeezed his cock, the tighter his hold around my throat.
“I want you to come all over my dick, and then I need you to clean me up.”
Biting my lip, I let my head fall on his shoulder as the high from the lack of blood flow started to take over. “Can you do that, wife?” I gave my best attempt at a nod. “Good girl.”
Kai knew I wasn’t a fan of being called a fucking good girl. I’d make him pay for that.
Just as I was nearing passing out, he loosened his grip on my throat and reached down to guide the fingers on my clit, and it was all it took to break me. I cried out his name and clenched his cock as the waves of my orgasm rolled through my body.
While still panting for air, I turned around and took him into my mouth. He was right, my cum was all over his thighs and coating his balls, and I made damn sure to clean him up thoroughly.
“Oh, shit,” he groaned, hands in my hair as I worked him deeper until tears filled my eyes.
Kai’s cock swelled in my throat, and his body tensed. I knew he was close, but our baby-making sex could wait. I craved to taste him, working his cock until hot cum slid down my throat. His loud grunts and how he began to crumple filled me with pride…but he still owed me for that good girl slip.
“Shit…Amalia.” The strain in his voice caused a chuckle to bubble up and vibrate against his already sensitive cock, causing him to fall back on his calves and grip my hair tighter. But I didn’t let up. I sucked him down until he was writhing above me, my name like the sweetest song on his lips.
I looked up at his contorted features and popped his dick out of my mouth, satisfied I could make him squirm.
“That’s a good boy,” I said with a laugh.
“You’re evil.” He tugged me into his arms and fell back, taking me with him. “But so goddamn sexy.”
I kissed his chest, then laid my head over his heart, closed my eyes, and let the rhythm soothe me. “You want to catch the sunrise on the beach?”
“Yes,” I said, flicking my thumb over his nipple just to see it pebble. “Leni said Santino will meet us around 10 a.m.”
Silas and Leni gifted us a private charter on one of Santino Leone’s yachts and a two-week Mediterranean honeymoon. We told them it wasn’t necessary, but Leni and I had gotten closerover the last several months, and she’d insisted. I knew it was her way of trying to ease my grief over Gio’s loss. Even though Kai and I hadn’t taken a honeymoon because of the tragic events following our wedding, I was surprisingly okay with that. Not only was every day a honeymoon next to this man who stole my heart, but I hadn’t been ready until now.
We’d settled into our new home just fifteen minutes from Derek and Eva, which was convenient for Milly to visit as often as she wanted. She’d really taken to Eva and the baby. My parents were also set to arrive in a few days to keep her company as we were on better terms these days. We’d all mourned the loss of Gio in our own ways but were slowly coming back together as a family, and that was all I could hope for.
Kai’s love for me was beautiful and unwavering. I knew that, and I believed him when he said he was happy by my side. But I also knew that reuniting with his brother and being an uncle was also a big source of his happiness. The way his eyes lit up with Vali melted my heart.
One day, I’d make him a father.
“I haven’t seen Santino since I was in Greece, back when Leni lost her dad. But he’s a good friend to them.”
I sat up and straddled his abdomen, bracing myself since I was still slightly sensitive and slick with cum.
“I looked him up. He owns that gentlemen’s club down by the marina. Illusion.” Kai nodded, and I gauged his expression. “You want to take a stroll inside? Check out the place?”
Kai gripped the back of my neck, and he crushed me to his lips. “Not in the slightest.” He kissed me. “You’re it for me, Amalia. Forever. My vicious queen.”
I laughed over his lips. “Good, because this was the perfect position to slit your throat, depending on your answer.”
He barked a laugh, kissing me again. Softer this time.
“Talk to me?”
We grew quiet as the weight of his question settled over me. It was his way of keeping communication open, of letting me know he’d always be there for me when I needed him. The nightmares followed me to Philly, though they weren’t as frequent. I would never get over my brother’s murder and the image of him on that cold floor—It was one I wanted more than anything to purge.
“I’m safe, baby.”
He didn’t press, and I was thankful.
