Page 22 of A Wife’s Duty

L ucia stared down at the coffeepot and she felt ... different. She was still the same woman. Nothing had changed in the last twenty-four hours. Only, she was no longer a virgin. Boone had made their marriage official. There was no backing out now.

The moment he took her, it had hurt. The pain had been what she expected, but it still took her breath away.

Boone had even warned her it was going to hurt.

Yet, she was still surprised, which made her a fool.

Anyway, that pain hadn’t lasted. At first, she thought it was going to last the whole night.

It had stayed maybe a couple of minutes, and then she wanted to know what came next.

And now she knew what came next—the best feeling in the world, as Boone had made love to her. That was what he told her after he’d completed. That he would make love to her, and there would be time for fucking soon.

She’d woken this morning to an empty bed, but Boone had left her a note saying he was going to the hospital, getting some breakfast, and he’d meet her here at eleven.

Checking the time, she saw it was one minute to eleven, and she nibbled her lip, just as the door opened.

She moved toward the main hallway, and sure enough, there was Boone, entering his apartment, carrying a bag.

The guard that was in the hallway left, and she was once again alone with her husband. It was strange, because this now felt more real to her. Boone Grinder was her husband.

“Good morning, Beautiful,” Boone said.

She tried to be sensible and do what a normal wife might do, which is control herself.

There was no element of control to her. She ran toward him, throwing her arms around him, and Boone lifted her off her feet and spun her around.

She’d dressed in sweatpants and a shirt, as well as underwear because she didn’t know how long Boone was going to take.

“How’s Nancy?” Lucia asked.

“She’s doing good. The doctors are happy with her progress. I’ve told Howard not to worry about a thing, that I am taking care of it. I also stopped by their café, and the guys Ronald has on them have already changed the windows, and are currently installing the new furniture.”

“That was quick.”

“Ronald is on-site, so slacking off will not be an option. I told him I wanted the café up and running as soon as possible.”

She took a deep breath, feeling a little happier, if not a lot more hopeful that Nancy and Howard were going to be okay. “This is all good news.”

“Yeah, it is the best kind of news for today.” He put her down on her feet. “Do you have the coffee?”

“I’ll go and finish it.”

She rushed into the kitchen, poured them both large mugs of coffee, and joined him at the dining table.

“We’re going to have to move today,” Boone said.

“We are?”

“Yeah, we’ll pack a few things, and then I’m taking you to a secure location.”

“Why?”

“It’s about to get messy,” Boone said.

“And you think stashing me away somewhere is going to ... what?”

“Help me focus and concentrate on the shit that is going to happen. You remember what I told you about Bonaldi?”

She nodded her head.

“Wheels are being set in motion, Lucia. I can’t back away now. Not after what they did to Nancy. They will pay.”

“Including my father?”

“Yes.”

She nodded.

“Do you have a problem with that?”

She shook her head. “No, I don’t.”

Boone reached for her hand and took it.

“But I don’t want to be without you,” Lucia said. “Move me from apartment to apartment if you have to. Train me how to take care of myself, but don’t abandon me. Don’t leave me, please.” She hated sounding so weak.

“I’m not abandoning you. However, your father knows some of my locations. There are a few he is completely unaware of, which is where I’m going to take you. You’re going to be safe there, I promise.” He picked her hand up and placed a kiss to her knuckles. “Trust me?”

“I do trust you.” She smiled at him.

“Great, now eat your sticky bun. It goes great with the coffee.”

He put a rolled sticky bun right in front of her, and she took a bite. The caramel and the nuts were so delicious. After chewing the first bite, she picked up her coffee and took another sip.

Boone had rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows, and she couldn’t help but admire the many tattoos he had.

“What’s it like having tattoos?” she asked. I sound so immature.

“Do you mean is it painful?”

“That, and what is it like? Do you like it? Do you regret having them?”

“No, I don’t regret them. I imagine it is painful to some, but not to me. Are you curious about having ink?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe.” She ran her fingers through her hair. “I got my hair cut, and I guess having ink is just another line I could cross.”

Boone continued to look at her, and she wondered what he was thinking.

It was on the tip of her tongue to ask, but he held a finger up and moved.

She frowned, watching him go to one the few stands he had in his apartment.

He opened one of the drawers, and then came toward her. He had some felt-tip pens in his hands.

“Take your shirt off,” he said.

“What? Why?”

Not that she had a problem. If he wanted to have sex, she was happy to oblige.

“Trust me.”

And she did completely trust him. She removed her shirt, and Boone moved his chair closer to her. Lucia didn’t have a clue what he was doing, until she felt the tip of the pen on her flesh. Boone was drawing on her flesh. She looked at him, then down at her arm, as he began to draw something.

“Are you an artist?” she asked.

“Hell, no, but I can draw a couple of things.”

She sat still as he held her arm, not tight but firm, and changed colors as he worked. She kept glancing down. He glided the pen over her arm, going around her wrist. Lucia loved being the center of his attention.

She didn’t know how much time had passed, until he put the lid on the last pen and told her to have a look. The ink on her arm was a picture of a door, surrounded by vines and flowers. It was not perfect, but it looked beautiful.

“Wow,” Lucia said.

“You can wear that for the rest of the day, see how you like having ink, and then, if you do like it, we’ll arrange for you to get a tattoo.”

“Really?”

He stroked some of the hair off her face and moved in close, putting his lips to her ear.

“Do I have to keep reminding you that with me, you’re free to make your own choices?”

“But I can’t stay with you?” she asked.

This made him laugh. “No, you can’t stay with me.”

She looked at him, and it was strange how bold she felt. “Can I ask you to kiss me again?”

“You can ask me for anything.”

He kissed her lips. It was just the merest breath of a kiss, but it made her gasp, and she smiled at him.

“And again?” Lucia asked.

“Ah, you want a real kiss?”

“Yes.”

“You’re becoming quite demanding, aren’t you?”

She didn’t respond as Boone kissed her. He completely stole her breath. His hand landed at her back, right across the strap of her bra.

Lucia turned toward him and she didn’t know what came over her, only she felt like she needed to be as close as physically possible to him. She moved to straddle his lap, and as she did so, she felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her core.

Lucia pulled back and looked at him. Boone slowly reached up for the strap of her bra and flicked the clasp, allowing it to spring open. This made her gasp, and then he eased the bra right off her body and threw it to the floor.

She was thankful that his men always left the apartment.

She reached out and began to open the buttons of his shirt, once again revealing his heavily inked chest. She pushed the shirt open but didn’t have the patience to remove it completely.

All too soon, Boone lifted her up and carried her to the other part of the table.

He placed her on top of the table, and without any warning, he shoved his hand into her pants and cupped her through her panties.

His touch felt so good. Within seconds, her sweatpants and panties were gone, and Boone knelt on the floor in front of her.

His tongue danced across her clit, sliding down to go to her entrance. He circled her entrance, and much to her surprise, he pressed his tongue inside her. Lucia cried out. Boone fucked her with his tongue, before pulling back, then circling her clit, going back and forth across her nub.

She held onto the edge of the table, trying to find composure, but the truth was, with his tongue, she struggled to make sense of anything. The pleasure was intense.

She knew she was close to orgasm, and he’d only been touching her for a few seconds. The last thing she wanted to do was disappoint him, but he sent her right over the edge, making her scream and beg.

Boone drew every last bit of her orgasm from her, and then he stood. His pants were already open, the thickness of his cock in his hand, and she was ready. He pressed inside her, and there was a slight soreness, but no pain, like there had been last night. She loved feeling him inside her.

Wrapping her arms around him, Boone kissed her, and he began to rock inside her.

He was so big, so thick, and she felt every inch of him as he pushed inside her and pulled out.

Boone didn’t pull all of the way out of her, he kept the tip inside, and then slammed even more within her.

It felt so good, and she didn’t want him to stop.

She never thought it could be like this. Her mother had told her how horrible it was going to be. That she would hate his touch and beg for it to be over.

She yearned for Boone’s touch. Craved it.

And then, she felt him, the catch in his throat as he came to his peak. He looked into her eyes, and she didn’t glance away but continued to stare into his eyes.