“Come for me. Come on my cock, wife. Right. Fucking. Now.” He punctuates each word with a hard thrust.
I scream as a powerful release takes over me. My vision blurs as my body shakes. The warmth of his nut floods my walls. He tosses his head back and roars his release. My breathing is so labored I feel almost faint. My husband pulls out and falls down beside me. I turn to face him, needing to feel close to him.
“I’m sorry.”
I wasn’t apologizing for doing anything wrong. I was apologizing because my actions had caused my husband to feel unbalanced. He wasn’t threatened. Nico knows I’m not going anywhere. No, he felt unbalanced because, for the first time, he had to consider his actions.
He pulls me into him, placing a kiss on my forehead.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
chapter Twenty-nine
The Truth
Nico
It took me four days to clear the rage out of my head. The only way to prevent myself from going back and finishing the job I started with Ezra was to bury my cock in my wife. I’ve fucked Tiffany in every position and in every hole for the last three days.
Every time I shut my eyes, I’d see that prick touching her or smiling in her fucking face at that table. Despite what it may have looked like, I wasn’t angry at Tiffany for going. She truly believed she was there to discuss a potential client.
I was pissed the fuck off at her because she didn’t tell me. I didn’t like the idea that she thought she had to hide something like that from me. Yeah, I disliked the guy, but I wouldn’t have told her not to go or stopped her from going. The fact that she thought either of those things bothered me.
“Hello Mr. Basille,” Todd, Mason’s assistant, says when I step off the elevator.
Todd knew I was coming up. Nobody gets onto Mason’s floor without first getting clearance.
“Hey. Is he busy?”
Todd shakes his head. “Only he and Grant are in there.”
It was time I had a conversation with my brother. None of us have ever gone more than 24 hours without speaking to each other. Even amid some of our biggest blowups, we have alwaysgone out of our way to communicate. The fact that I have gone nearly two weeks without talking to him is completely out of the norm.
Pulling open the maple doors to Mason’s office, I step inside. The sleek contemporary office with its unique angular dimensions was something to behold. The room was rectangular. On opposite sides of the room were floor to ceiling glass windows, bringing in tons of natural light.
The floor was done in black calacatta quartz marble. The ceiling was made up of black panels, and between the seams of the panels were gold lights that gave the room a calming effect. I’m sure if Tiffany were to see Mason’s office, she’d be in love.
Walking further into the room, I’m followed by Ghost and Roc. Mason is sitting behind his desk. He leans back in his chair when I entered, his blue gaze locked in on me.
“Sup, Nic,” Grant says, standing from his seat. He comes over and daps me up.
“Nothing much. How’ve you been?” I ask.
“Same as always.” Grant turns to face a silent Mason. “I’ll make that call for you.” He turns back to me and nods before walking out.
“We’ll wait out here,” Ghost says. I don’t reply. I wait until the door clicks closed behind me before making my way over to Mason’s desk.
“I’m sorry,” I say. I’ve never been one to beat around the bush.
He looks away before scratching his chin.
“Sit down, Nic.”
Unbuttoning my suit jacket, I take a seat across the desk from him.
“You said a lot of foul shit that day.”
