Mia lets out a sigh with a dreamy look, as I finish my story. “Then one day a dog was running around because it had gotten out, it looked like it might run into the street. Da grabbed it by the collar, stopping it from going out into the street before it could get hit.”
That’s when I grin. “Turns out the dog was hers and she had escaped my Ma’s house. When Ma opened the door and Da was standing there with the dog, she said that’s when she knew.”
“Wow. That’s a great story,” she says in amazement.
“Yeah, growing up I never understood why my Da was so soft with Ma. Now I do and I promise to give you a ton of memories where I show you how much youmean to me,” I tell her.
She grins, returning to her food. When the stone from her ring glistens, a wave of possessiveness and guilt washes over me, knowing that this woman is mine, but that I haven’t always shown her how much I care for her.
I take a bite of my food when I remember the invite that I received today. A brick drops in my stomach because I'm about to break this moment of bliss that we're in and I hate it.
"Mia?"
"Yeah?" she replies, taking a bite of food from her plate.
"I got an interesting invitation today."
"What was it?" She looks over at me with curiosity in her eyes as she takes another bite of food.
"A birthday invitation to Ella's party."
Mia’s eyes widen as she begins coughing and sputtering on her food. Leaning over, I begin to rub her back, murmuring, "Are you okay?"
She's finally able to get herself together when she looks at me, her eyes filled with so much sadness. "I'm not sure that's a great idea."
"Why?" I whisper.
"She doesn't want me there. Besides, if Mikhail finds out I'm here, he'll kill me."
Shrugging my shoulders, I reply, "He already knows you're here, and that you're mine."
"What do you mean?" she shrieks.
"I guess he heard I got married and that you were my blushing bride."
"Kieran." She says my name in a sharp tone as if I am in trouble, but all she's doing is making my cock so fucking hard.
Pushing my plate to the side, I reach over, pulling her chair closer to me, my gaze never leaving hers. I want her to see how serious I am when I tell her this.
"Wife, you seem to be confused about something," I say, narrowingmy eyes at her.
"What is that?" she whispers, but I can hear the sass in her tone.
I raise an eyebrow at her, letting her know that I didn't miss the way she spoke. Grabbing her chin, I hold her in place so she knows I mean business.
"Do you know what it means to belong to me? To be mine?" I ask her.
“I think so.”
Leaning in close to her, I turn her head to the side, exposing the left side of her face. I lick from her chin to her cheek. "It means," I mutter against her skin, licking more of her exposed skin, "that." Lick. "No one." Lick. "Will ever." Lick. "Touch what." Lick. "Belongs to me."
I stop for a moment, standing up and Mia's eyes are filled with lust, but I see something else there. Could she be feeling what I've been feeling since the first time I had her?
Not wanting to contemplate on it too much in case I’m reading too much into it,I lift her up from her chair. Her dress rides up exposing her toned legs that are wrapped around my waist, while my hands hold her up by her ass. I walk us through the house, straight to our bedroom.
I love the way that sounds.Our bedroom. I don’t stop moving until I'm near the bed. Dropping her down on the soft comforter, I can't help but keep my eyes on her breasts as they bounce. The need to taste, touch, and take every inch of her in is riding me hard, but I keep myself in control, taking a step back.
She looks up at me, her eyes hooded, and I track her tongue as it darts out, licking her lips. I can't help but grin when her gaze drops down to my crotch, where my need for her is obvious.
