“Bruise me. Please. I want toseeandfeel your mark on me.”
Her words sent me into another fucking world, and I started fucking her harder, my balls slapping against her lips and ass.
“Yeahdadasjdfg!” she screamed at the same time all the pressure in my balls exploded out of the tip of my swollen cock.
I kept her close to me, my cock still buried inside of her, and carried her to our bed, which was built for a fucking queen.
Myqueen.
Hours passed, and we’d only stopped so I could grab her a drink of water. As I was pouring it out of the glass container in the fridge, pieces of cucumber and lemon swirling at the bottom, my phone rang.
A call at this hour was never fucking good news.
I answered it on the first ring. “Matteo.”
Placido. We had visitors. “You might want to bring your wife,” he added.
That took me off guard.
“Women,” he said, “mentioning her name.” He gave me more information before we hung up. I was debating on what to do when Stella came into the kitchen, looking for me.
She wrapped her arms around my stomach, and I pulled her close, kissing her forehead. She must have sensed something was off with me. She looked up and asked, “What?”
“We have visitors.” I rubbed her back. “Women. Both mentioned your name.”
She tried to read the look in my eyes, and when she must have gotten a clue, she grabbed the band to my sweats and fisted them in her hands.
“Régine,” she barely got out.
I shook my head. “Women that are claiming to be her daughters.”
“Why…why would they come here? Or did you find them?”
“They came to us.”
“I don’t understand…”
“We’re getting close to all of them. Too close. Smoking them the fuck out. When I said there was nowhere for them to hide, I meant it. If a tick on a rat hurt you, it might take me years, but it should just consider itself fucking dead.”
She touched my face, so softly, my skin prickled. “You really are my hero, Matteo. But.” She looked away from me for a second. “I don’t know what to do about her daughters…”
“They were cruel to you.”
“Yeah,” she whispered. “So cruel. But I’m not sure I want their blood on your hands. They’re not good enough.”
“I’m your man. I’ll take care of that.”
She laughed, but it was quiet, and there was no joy to be found in it. “If you were left to worry about it, you wouldn’t. You and your male family members have a certain way of thinking—you abide by the rules of this family. Spending time with your mom…I like that she worries about your dad’s soul. Like she has to take care of it, just like she takes care of his physical needs.”
“They were cruel to you,” I repeated, and I never fucking repeated myself for anyone.
“Yeah, but maybe…let karma take care of them?” She sighed. “Can I come? Can I see them, I mean?”
I searched her eyes, looking for a reason to deny her request. But…fuck me. I couldn’t say no to this woman. I was fucked beyond normal comprehension.
“You stay close to me.”
Her smile came slow. “Do you think I’d leave your side?”
