When our eyes met, she took a step back. I took another step forward. She took another step back, lifting her hands.
“Surrendering already, baby?”
“No.” She shook her head and dropped her hands. “Not at all.”
I feigned movement and she made a quick move.
“Ohh,” she said. “Sneaky.”
“You have no fucking idea,” I breathed out. My dick was so hard that it was almost painful from wanting her so fucking bad.
“What? You’re not going to splatter me with some chocolate, too?”
“Has anyone ever told you that it’s impolite to play with your food?”
“What are you doing right now?”
Fucking touché.
“I concede your point.” I turned around and found a brush on the counter. I dipped it in the chocolate, turned around and flung it at her. She tried to dodge, laughing as she did, but my aim was sharp.
“God,” she said, sticking her tongue out, licking some off her face. “This is so good.”
I went after her, and she ran around the table. She was on one side, and I was on the other. She was using it to her advantage. Chocolate was flying in all different directions. We were both covered in it by the time I’d had enough of the game.
She noticed the look on my face and made a ticking sound. “Tired of hunting for your food, ah, Macchiavello?”
I went after her, catching her right before she slipped and went down. I used her arm to bring her around to face me. She stuck her chin up, as defiant as ever, and I wrapped a hand around her throat. She was so small compared to me that my hand fit over her throat and part of her chin.
Her eyes lit up before they lowered, so hooded that she looked drunk.
Our eyes locked as I used the leverage to pull her closer. A beat passed, and our lips crashed together. Somewhere between one side of the room and closer to the counter, my sweatpants had been removed.
My dick pressed against her skin, and she used her knee to rub up against me, her moans sweet as I swallowed them down. She made those same noises as her lips and hands explored my body, her tongue licking me clean.
“Fuck,” I breathed out when she took me in her mouth and started swirling her tongue. My hands grasped the counter, and I wondered if I could crack marble. Then they fisted in her hair, pulling her even deeper.
I growled when I was about to lose control. I pulled her up by the arms and set her against the counter. Her tits were smeared with chocolate and pressed against the marble. Her ass was lifted and bared to me. It was fucking perfect. I took each cheek in my hand, squeezing, before I parted her. I hissed out through my teeth.
She was so fucking gorgeous. And all mine. My name and scent smeared all over her, as obvious as the chocolate.
“Touch me,” she pleaded.
“You want me to touch you?”
“Yes,” she breathed out, her legs trembling. “Fuck me.”
“Say my name,” I said. “The name you gave me.”
“Rio.”
“Who am I to you, Mia?”
“My husband,” she whispered. “You’remyhusband.”
She might have whispered the words, but she’d claimed me with them. Claimed me beyond flesh, blood, and bone.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair, urging her to look over her shoulder, watch as I stroked myself. She moaned and started rubbing herself against me, causing friction between her tits and the counter.
