Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 26768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
It doesn’t matter who came before me, but what does matter is what we continue doing together. I want these wild, untamed fantasies with him. To explore a pretend sexual encounter. Where he and I don’t have a life with love and family. We got married and the lust started, even in the haze of hate. I didn’t get to explore Nico outside of a loyal husband and even if it’s roleplay, I just want to replace life before him, with only me.
His last and his best.
“Nico, I really am tired. It isn’t you.” He scoffs. Moving around my submissive pose to sit on the bench again.
“No, I’ve loved you for a decade, Emelia and I know you. I can tell when you are not in it with me.” He isn’t wrong, but I don’t want him to know it yet. I must make this right with Nico. Distract him and pledge my love and commitment to us. He is drowning in doubt and I am on cloud nine thinking about what I have in store. Trying to trick him into doing this will not be an easy feat. Nico is the King of the Seattle Mafia. Getting anything past him is nearly impossible.
Then get it together, Emelia, and show your husband what he needs. Fix what doubts he has.
I set into motion, getting on all fours and slowly crawling to him. His insecurity is only pulling me in closer. Add his worry about why I’m not present with him during our time together and I’m a desperate woman.
“Nico,” I purr, crawling to him. He watches with a hungry gaze. His eyes darken. My core is pulsing, needing to feel him there, bare and stretching me deliciously.
“I would kill every man that you ever lusted after. Any one you left me for. I would kill myself before you ever got the chance to leave.” Nico declares. My heart thunders lovingly in my chest. I would have feared his threats long ago, but they are no longer threats, more like declarations.
“Nico. I have never desired a man like I have you. You are too much sometimes. My want for you. When you breathe a certain way, I want to be ravished by you. How could there ever be a man like you?” I am now between his legs, and he rewards my words by petting my head.
“Your sentiments are shared, Emelia. I would give anything to bottle your scent and dose myself in it so everyone would smell your claim on me. If I could bottle your come, I would and I would drink it like a man addicted to the bottle.”
“Then do it. Make me come and drink me in all night. Every night. You know I have never and will never be able to resist you, Nico Dante.” I say his name and he growls.
“Suck my cock for as long as I ask you, wife.”
I nod and eagerly release him from his suit pants and the second his long, thick cock is in my hands, I take him in as deep as I can and leave him there for hours. Yes, I bring my husband to the edge over and over, this time, I deny him his orgasm until he is ready.
Chapter Four
NICO
Emelia is hiding something from me. Or she is pulling away in our marriage. Neither are ideal and though she said sorry and reassured me a few nights ago, I can’t help but think it’s all a lie. There was a time early in our marriage where lying was something we both did with one another but that changed when we fell in love. Now, I am on my way to meet with a restaurant owner in Seattle who needs our protection, and all I can think about is what my wife is thinking. Would she leave me? Did I push her away? I have spent the greater part of my marriage now, giving Emelia some autonomy and not looking into what she does when I am not around, but that familiar hankering is sneaking its way back in.
I’ve nearly asked Giulio a handful of times today to put a watch on her outside of her personal detail. Could she be secretly tired of all the time I spend away? Is the idea of raising our boys to follow in my steps something she wishes to change? Would I be willing to change that for her? Yes, I would and that would make me as good as dead to the other outfits, but I am dead if Emelia leaves.
No, she can never leave me. I would put a bullet in anyone’s head who helped her leave, and I would then take my last breath in front of her. Living without Emelia as mine, is not an option. God damn it, I hope she is truly just as exhausted as she claims. Maybe she is pregnant again. It has taken us longer than it has in the past, maybe she is, and this pregnancy is just taking a bigger toll. Yes, maybe that’s it.