Sienna’s nails dig into the back of my neck as her lips part with a loud gasp.
“Not a sound,” I order as I brace my hands on either side of her.
She wraps her legs around my ass, and as I begin to move with forceful thrusts. Her breaths explode over my lips every time I fill her.
“I will always need you,” she moans, her eyes not leaving mine for a second. “I love how you fuck me, so dominant and forceful. It makes me feel special, like you’re claiming me.”
Her words unravel me at the speed of light, and grabbing her hips, I yank her to me as I pound into her slick pussy.
Sienna falls backward and her back arches. When whimpers and moans begin to spill from her, I cover her mouth with my hand to smother the sounds.
Watching her come makes my own orgasm strike hard, and I clench my jaw as I find indescribable pleasure in my wife's body.
Chapter 24
Sienna
When I hear the elevator doors open, I wipe my hands off on a dishtowel and rush out of the kitchen.
“Hello,” Raya calls, then I hear her say, “Oh wow, that’s such a bad photo of me.”
She comes out of the hallway, and seeing me, a grin spreads over her face. “Hey, bestie.”
I give her a hug, saying, “Welcome to my new home.”
She glances around, then comments, “I love seeing your things all over the place. It gives it a lot more warmth.” She hooks her arm through mine as we walk to the kitchen. “Soooo, how does it feel being married to Christiano?”
“Surprisingly amazing.” I gesture for her to sit at the island, and ask, “What would you like to drink?”
“What are my choices?”
I open the fridge and take a look. “We have San Pellegrino. Blood orange, pomegranate and orange. There’s also lemonade and flavored water.”
“I’ll have the blood orange.”
I take out a can and pour it into a glass for her. Helping myself to a sparkling juice as well, I sit down on one of the stools. “I made sandwiches. Avocado, tomato, and cheese.” I gesture at the row of small triangles nearest to her. “But these have salami on for you.”
“You know me so well.” She picks up one and takes a bite. “Mmm, so good.” Giving me an expectant look, she says, “You’ve been so busy. Tell me everything. Start with what changed your mind about being with Christiano.”
I let out a chuckle, and pulling my phone closer, I unlock the screen and check the app showing me his vitals. The screen is green, and the color brings me a sense of peace. Rosie developed it so it will turn red if something happens to Christiano.
“He didn’t give me a choice,” I answer honestly. “Either I agreed to marry him, or he would’ve torn the families apart.”
Raya almost chokes and clears her throat while her eyes go wide as saucers. “Oh my God, Sienna! Do your dad and Augusto know?”
I shake my head. “You’re the only one who knows, and I trust you to keep it a secret.”
A worried frown forms on her forehead, and she reaches for my arm, giving it a squeeze. “But…he forced you. Jesus, Sienna. Are you okay? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
I give her a reassuring smile. “There’s much more to the story.”
“What else has he done?” she gasps.
I take a deep breath, then blurt it all out, “I have thanatophobia. It’s a phobia of death, but I don’t fear dying. It terrifies me thinking I can lose a loved one, but especially Christiano. The day of our engagement party, when he got shot, I thought he died, and it…it broke me.”
Raya’s expression turns sad, and she grips my hand tightly. “Oh, Sienna. I didn’t know.”
“Since then, I’ve been on medication to help manage my phobia, and I thought keeping my distance from Christiano would be the best thing for both of us. But, he wouldn’t give up, and the day after we got married, he found out about my phobia.”
