Another day of searching for Kholodov, this time filled with a fury that he’dtouchedmy wife.
Another day of hoping my father will wake up.
I come back late that night, and Murder Mittens is waiting for me in the hallway with a disapproving look.
“Dinnae ye judge me, ye wee menace,” I say, stripping off my sooty t-shirt. “I've been busy trying to protect our Scarlett.”
Two more Albanian businesses burnt to the ground tonight. Michael and Roman took care of the guards The Gadfly left as cannon fodder to protect them as I kindled the bonfires. I slump over the bathroom counter, flicking my lighter on and off.
On, and off.
Jesus, I’m tired.
We’re no closer to tracking down Kholodov, though The Gadfly’s UK organization is completely decimated. It’s not enough. Stepping into the shower and watching the soot and ash swirl down the drain, for one moment I allow myself to think what will happen if Dad can’t run the business as he recovers.
He’ll live. There’s no doubt, my father’s too fecking stubborn to die. It could take weeks, though, months maybe before he’s well enough to return to work. Or, maybe not at all. Even though he’s always been a titan of a man, he’s in his mid-60’s now.
Scrubbing my skin viciously, I think about what could be my future. Dressed in a suit every day, going to meetings, doing paperwork, attending galas, and turning into the upstanding businessman they’re all expecting me to be. I scrub until my skin is raw.
The house is full of shadows as I climb the stairs. Two guards make a pass through the house every thirty minutes when I’m not here. Morgan the witch is a night owl, no surprise there. I often find her wandering the halls holding a lit candle like a Victorian apparition, but her room is dark tonight.
Scarlett’s asleep sitting up, holding a book. Herbedside table lamp is on and it’s clear she was waiting for me. She’s wearing a loose little silk slip, the strap’s fallen off her shoulder. Turning off the light, I slide in bed, hovering over her.
The moonlight streaming through the terrace doors is enough to show the curve of her cheeks, mouth open slightly in sleep. The silver light plays over the smooth skin of her breasts and I lean down, taking one in my mouth, circling her nipple with my tongue.
Her fingers slide into my hair, scratching lightly. “Hmm…” she murmurs, half asleep. “Wallace… so good.” Pulling down the other strap of her nightgown, I push her breasts together, lightly sucking and kissing her nipples, slightly harder as she swims back into consciousness.
“Need ye, wife.”
Her legs fall open and feck me, there’s nothing prettier than her pale thighs and the plump lips of her pussy, already glistening.
“So have me.” Her smile is sleepy but she lifts her head to kiss along my neck, searching for my lips.
I canna wait. Cock in hand, I slide it into her, circling her clit when she tenses, waiting until she relaxes to push in another inch or two. Her nipples are dark pink, a flush rising up her chest as her breath comes faster and she finally opens her eyes.
“My incubus,” Scarlett murmurs dreamily, “come to steal my soul?”
“Only your orgasms, wife. They all belong to me.”
Finally,finallyI’m seated inside her deep, feeling the flutters along my cock, her satiny walls clenching, squeezing me with every shaky inhale of her breath. “I could stay in ye all night, Little Cinder, ye warming my cock.” Her thighs slide up over mine, heels crossing over my back.
I can feel her heel rubbing against the burn scars at the base of my spine and the sensation is intensely, oddly erotic. She bites my shoulder, trying to leave a mark like I do on her skin. I’ve come to love seeing the wee bruises on her neck and shoulders the next day. She’ll try to cover up with makeup or a scarf. Somedays, though, she flaunts them.
“Wallace?” Lifting her hips in a shy invitation, her clear eyes look up at me.
“Nae.”
This could be the last night like this.
A night that’s unhurried, where time slows down for us. I pull her hands up over her head, gripping them between my fingers, holding her still. “So good for me, ye are. Silky sweet.” Her pussy tightens around me, making me groan. My cock is almost painfully hard, but I stay buried inside her, barely moving, whispering how beautifulshe is, that I can feel her heartbeat.
“Please.” Her hips try to push against mine, her thighs tighten. “Please move. Please let me come- oh!”
Lifting her with me, I go back on my knees, arse against my heels and the move sinks me even deeper. “Put your hands behind your back,” I growl. “Cross them. Dinnae move them, do ye understand?”
Breath coming fast and her nipples hard as diamonds, Scarlett nods. Cupping her arse, squeezing the soft globes, I adjust her legs around me. I lift her slightly, slowly, feeling the pull of her pussy trying to keep me inside, before bringing her down again, rotating my hips.
“Slow, my sweet lass. We have all the time in the world,” I whisper. Buried inside my wife, wrapped around her. Nothing can hurt her here. I hold her there until she’s nearly weeping with need.
