A match that was never meant to be.
One I could never let go of.
I slide in deeper, watching her hauntingly exquisite face. Her sultry, pink lips. The elegant column of her throat.
“More,” she pleads, opening her legs wider. Drawing me in with her intoxicating whimpers, her wandering hands trying to find purchase. God, I wish our fucking clothes were gone. Wish I could feel her silky smooth and naked beneath me. But my caveman need has overridden all logical thought. Demands I make her mine this instant.
My palm glides higher, over her silk-covered breasts, to her delicate neck. I feel her rapid pulse, hear her shallow breaths. Revel in all of it. In her desire. Her ardent need. Her sweet, floral scent. The incredible sounds falling from her lips.
Hanging on to the remnants of my restraint by a thread, I slide my fingers into the tangled locks of her shimmering hair. After all this time with her, I still can’t decide what to call thiscolor. Sandy blonde. Warm honey. Caramel. The natural gold highlights in her tresses are driving me wild. I finally thrust inside her to the hilt, and her walls clench around my cock as her warmth surrounds me.
Iris arches her back, and a scream, filled with pleasure, rips from her lips. “Oh God,” she cries, over and over.
Being inside my wife is unlike anything I have ever experienced. Her wet heat is a drug. And I’m already an addict. The euphoria courses through my veins, and I never want it purged.Sheis the most potent narcotic that ever existed. My Little Iris.
“Harder,” she pants. “Please.”
I drop my forehead to hers as I withdraw, only to gently push back in. The effort to maintain a slow rhythm is Herculean. But I can’t risk hurting her. Not even as she insists on more. Wants more…
Ofhim.
Not Adriano Ruffo, her husband. Iris would never let me touch her if she knew it was me moving in and out of her body.
She believes she’s making love with another man. Even now, while she trembles in my arms. While her pussy throbs around my dick. While she renders me completely defenseless.
I’m done for. Each thrust is bringing me closer to the edge, but I hold the rushing orgasm at bay. I don’t want this to end. I haven’t yet memorized her every breathy moan. The exact tilt of her head as she reaches for me. The force of her fingers as she tugs on my hair. I want it all locked in my memories forever.
So I keep fucking her as I’ve imagined countless times. Savoring her every pant, every tremor. The squeeze and heat of her perfect wet pussy. Almost roaring as I feel her come. Feelspasm after spasm of her pleasure. Watch her fall apart from my touch.
“Yes, God! Yes!” she screams, her back bowing off the sofa. Her nails digging into my scalp.
That look of pure delight, of pure satisfaction on her face…is the final nail in the coffin. Whatever control I clung to is gone. My balls tighten, and I spill inside her, filling her up with my cum as both bliss and rage hit me simultaneously. Elation and agony. Delight and despair.
Because she is finally mine.
But she believes I’m someone else.
Chapter 28
“That dress is absolutely gorgeous!” Rina’s excited clap echoes through the room. “You’re practically glowing, girl. Those uptight Cosa Nostra hags will have to collect their jaws off the floor when they see you walk in.”
I roll my lower lip between my teeth. “If you say so.”
“Girl, you can’t be serious. Look at you!” She grips my shoulders and spins me around to face the large wall-mounted mirror.
The violet gown looks even better than I remember it from the store. It’s elegant and has a graceful silhouette. The A-line, pleated skirt cinches at the waist, and the fitted bodice has a halter top with wide straps that wrap around my neck. It’s modest, yet classy and sophisticated at the same time. And it makes me feel pretty. But I almost had a panic attack when I put it on, worried that I would tear it or stain it somehow. Or that, despite how beautiful and expensive this dress is, Adriano’s guests will think I look ridiculous in it, and I’ll become the laughingstock of the whole ofla Famiglia. The thought of pointed fingers and snickering of,Aw, the little kitchen girl is playing pretend, has been on repeat in my head, nonstop.
“Gawd, you look like a princess.” Rina sniffs next to me. “Shit, I think I’m gonna cry. Let me check your hair one more time. Do you have your heels ready?”
“Yeah.” I point at the simple, strappy, nude-colored sandals resting on the box by my feet. They arrived a few hours ago, along with the rest of my new wardrobe from the shop on Newbury. The proprietors must have followed Adriano’s command to the letter, because I have boxes upon boxes filled with dresses, blouses, skirts, pants, undergarments, shoes, and much more piled into a sky-high mountain in my walk-in closet, ready to be sorted and organized.
“All good,” she proclaims after adjusting the loose curls spilling down my back for the fourth time. “I’m gonna go grab my phone and see if Evelyn’s directionally challenged boyfriend has finally managed to find his way here. She texted earlier, letting me know that they took a wrong turn. Again. I mean, how hard is it to find a sprawling beach estate tucked away behind its own magical forest, right? See you in a bit.”
The door closes behind her with a soft snick, but I still flinch from the sound. I haven’t left my suite at all today, not since I got home early this morning after spending the night at the Annex. With my husband. I’ve been dreading facing him. Because, from his point of view, I lied and went to meet another man. Had sex with another man. I cheated. Because he doesn’t know that I know the truth.
I still don’t understand why he went along with it, why he continued the charade.
What must he think of me now?
