Page 62 of Bellini Bound

A sharp sting vibrated through my palm, but seeing the red handprint bloom on the flesh of Allie’s ass was worth it.

She was propped up on her knees, her torso flush against the mattress while her arms stretched over her head with my belt looped around her wrists, keeping her affixed to the headboard.

There was no escaping the moment when my hips surged forward, my dick splitting her open as our two bodies became one.

Her shrill cry mixed with my guttural groan. The euphoria that burst through every nerve ending at our connection was still just as shocking as the first time.

There was slight resistance upon entry, but we’d been fucking for long enough that I no longer waited for her to adjust to my size. Instead, I began to pummel her pussy like someone held a gun to my head, threatening to pull the trigger if I didn’t find a way to puncture her lung with my brutal thrusts.

Pleasure wrapped a tight fist around my throat, making my words come out rough. “You drive me to distraction. I’m at work and all I can think about is this. You and me. In this bed. Your hot, tight cunt molded around my cock. Filling you up to the brim. Over.”Thrust. “And over.”Thrust.“And over again.”Thrust.

A sob sounded from my wife, muffled by the sheets.

That wouldn’t do.

Never slowing my pace, I extended one hand to gather the long brown hair flowing freely down her back and twisted it around my fist, using my hold to lift her head.

Teeth gritted against the mounting pressure in my balls, I demanded, “Tell me where you want my cum, Allie.”

“Inside me! Always inside me!” she cried.

“Right answer,” I grunted, my free hand skimming over her hip and between her thighs. Rubbing her clit furiously, I panted, “Need you to come.”

Her scream split the air as her pussy locked down on me like a vise, and I couldn’t hold back. Gripping both of her hips, I slammed into her, unleashing so violently that I stopped fucking breathing and my vision darkened at the edges.

The high was so intense it took far longer than usual for me to come back down to earth, but when I did, I slid from her warmth, made sure to lick the mess between her legs clean, then freed her hands.

Brushing back the tangled strands of hair that had fallen over her face, I said, “Work event tomorrow night. I think it’s time you made your first public appearance as my wife.”

Those stunning green gems popped open, still slightly unfocused. “Work event?”

“Holiday party for Bellini Real Estate.”

Her forehead wrinkled. “I don’t have anything to wear.”

“Then go shopping. Take Summer with you and make it a girls’ day on me.”

A corner of her lips tipped up. “That’s a dangerous offer.”

“Baby, you two could buy out every store on Michigan Avenue and we wouldn’t go broke.”

Allie’s eyes widened. “Seriously?”

“There may be many drawbacks to being a Bellini, but having to worry about money isn’t one of them.”

She let out a little huff. “Guess crime really does pay.”

I smirked. “Wouldn’t be worth the risk of walking on the wrong side of the law if it didn’t.” Stepping back, I grabbed my pants and shoved my legs into them. With a rap of my knuckles against her doorframe on the way out of the room, I said, “See you tomorrow night.”

The offices of Bellini Real Estate were empty; all our higher-level employees had already left for the off-site holiday party. There was no one around to overhear the status report regarding the unauthorized sale—and subsequent theft of profits—of our former munitions warehouse.

“Start with the money,” Matteo demanded, sitting like a king behind his desk.

Turning my back to him, I poured myself a scotch from the wet bar, letting the liquor burn a path down my throat and warm my insides. “The initial wire transfer went to an account in the Caymans. The funds were then split into six parts and sent to banks in Switzerland, Hong Kong, the UAE, Panama, Germany, and Singapore. Then split again, and again, and again, until eventually, we were unable to track the transactions.”

My cousin pinched the bridge of his nose, blowing out a heavy breath. “The original account. Who owns it?”

“Shell corporation. Whoever they’ve got on tech is good.”