Page 21 of A Wife’s Duty

They thought they knew who they were dealing with. They were very much mistaken. He was a good man, a kind man, a fair man—to the people that deserved it. To those that didn’t, he was the man monsters feared. There was no remorse.

Seeing Nancy bruised, battered, and broken in that hospital bed was all he needed. Killing those men meant nothing to him. However, he already had wheels in motion for Leandro, as the youngest son had been given instructions to find the means of ending Boone’s life.

The one good thing about going to Valdez’s home was he’d been able to install a few listening devices.

Leandro was going to one of his older apartments, with the intention of setting a bomb. The young man didn’t realize that Boone had already got him beat, and the moment he stepped inside his home, there was a trap ready to lock him in place. All he had to do was wait.

Pulling out of his thoughts, he focused on his wife, her naked body in his arms, and playing with her swollen clit.

She shook within his arms, and he continued to tease her clit, knowing she was a virgin and there was no holding back.

He felt the change within her, and the moment she came, he listened to the soft gasp that escaped her, and he held her in his arms, refusing to let go.

Kissing her neck, then her shoulder, she let out a little moan.

He reached for the soap. His hands were already free of the blood.

He wouldn’t have touched Lucia with blood-coated hands.

Lathering up the soap, he didn’t bother to reach for the sponge, and instead got to soaping his wife.

Touching every inch of her body, running the soap intently across her skin.

She didn’t have any ink on her. He noticed there were a few scars.

“Did your father do these?” he asked.

She jerked within his hold, but he refused to let her go. “Yes.”

He’d pay for that as well. Enzo Valdez Senior had already written his death certificate. It was just up to Boone to execute it. As well as Bonaldi. That man was also going to die. The wheels were in motion.

After soaping Lucia’s body, he reached for the shampoo, but Lucia surprised him by taking the soap from him.

“My turn.”

He was not going to argue with her. She lathered the soap up in her hands, much like he had. He watched and waited, knowing that imagining her touch was going to be far different from actually touching him. She looked nervous.

He reached for her hand, then placed it on his chest. “To clean me, you have to touch me.”

She rolled her eyes, and it was so freaking cute, he couldn’t resist stealing a kiss. She let out a gasp.

Wrapping his fingers around her wrists, he didn’t squeeze or hold her too tightly.

He got her to run her hands all over his body, getting him soaped up.

He noticed she kept biting her lip, and it was so sexy the way she did it.

It was like he was a piece of her puzzle she was trying to figure out.

When she got to his cock, she hesitated, her hand going stiff within his grip.

Taking hold of her hand, he wrapped her fingers around his length, and he was already starting to get aroused at the sight of her.

“You won’t hurt me.”

“But...”

“Touch me, Lucia.”

He watched her take a deep breath, and then she touched him.

her fingers tightening around his length just a little, then squeezing.

He gritted his teeth, trying to stay focused.

It was next to impossible, although he was not some randy boy.

He fucking felt like it with Lucia’s touch.

If he came now, it was going to embarrass them both.

“That feels so good,” he said.

Lucia looked up at him. “I’m doing this right?”

“I’d tell you if you were doing it wrong.” He wouldn’t hold back in guiding her to do exactly what he wanted.

She continued to play with his cock, only now she certainly wasn’t cleaning him. It was time to move this to the bedroom.

Turning off the shower, all the blood had been removed from his body, and he picked Lucia up in his arms, not caring that they were still wet. She let out a gasp, and he carried her through to their bedroom, where he placed her on the bed.

“Tell me now you don’t want this,” Boone said.

“I want you.”

Not what he was expecting. Lucia was full of surprises. He had no doubt tonight was going to hurt. Lucia was a virgin, untouched. No man had ever known pleasure from her body, and he was going to change that.

Laying her on the bed, he stared down into her beautiful green eyes. They looked at him with such trust. He never wanted to disappoint her. Stroking her cheek, he leaned in and took possession of her mouth. A moan escaped her, and he swallowed it down.

Breaking from the kiss was impossible to do, but he managed, sliding his tongue down her body, going toward her neck, and grazing across her pulse.

He couldn’t resist just teasing her there, biting down, hearing her soft moan as he did so.

He didn’t linger. Tonight, he wanted to make it all about Lucia.

She was going to need these good memories, because the moment he thrust inside her, all bets were off.

Kissing down her body, he moved toward her breasts that were so full and ripe. He pressed them together, and then took each nipple into his mouth in turn. He wanted to be greedy and have both of them, but he took restraint, and just licked and sucked at both puckered buds.

Trailing down her body, he continued to crawl down, spreading her legs, until he got to the apex of her thighs.

He spread the lips of her sex, and then without waiting for a second, he pressed his tongue to her clit and began to slide back and forth across her bud.

Lucia screamed his name, the sound filling the air, echoing off the walls.

He took her clit between his teeth, not biting down but creating a friction he knew would drive her crazy.

Her pelvis thrust up against him, and he pushed a hand on her stomach, keeping her in place as he continued to ravish her cunt.

His cock was so hard, it was verging on the point of pain, but he wanted Lucia to come. He needed her to be soaking wet, because when he took her, it was going to hurt, and he wanted to spare her as much pain as possible.

She cried out.

He saw and felt the change within her, as he pushed her toward that peak. He didn’t keep her dancing on it, but sent her over the edge and held her as she came. Her whole body shook, and there was no holding back with Lucia. She was fucking spectacular as she came.

The sounds went straight to his cock, and they were a heady experience. He didn’t want it to stop, but the time to wait was over. He moved up the bed, while her body was still in the throes of orgasm. Staring into her eyes, he didn’t break contact and kept looking at her.

“Tell me to stop,” he said.

This was the choice he had to make, to give Lucia the option.

“No.”

“It’s going to hurt.”

“I don’t care. I want to be with you, Boone,” she said.

And those words, those eyes, just this woman.

She was fucking everything and he didn’t want to hold back, not for a second.

Reaching for his cock, he continued to stare into her green eyes, and then he pressed his cock to her core, and slid in hard and deep, tearing through the veil of her virginity, claiming her as his once and for all.

Lucia screamed, and he took possession of her mouth, as he held himself balls-deep within her, but he didn’t move. He didn’t make a sound, hoping the pain would subside. If she wanted him to stop, he would find the strength to do so. Her pussy was so tight.

She squeezed his cock, and he gritted his teeth, holding himself together, as the gentleman he was when it came to Lucia. Whatever she wanted, she would get. If she demanded he stop, he’d stop.

Their life together was her choice.