Page 160 of Corrupted By You

His inked skin glistened enticingly and I licked the perspiration dotting his corded neck. “Your time is almost up,chérie.”

It was far from over and we both knew it.

“Then you better make me come soon.” He licked my nipples, tugging the beaded points between his teeth with a pussy-pulsing grunt. “Otherwise you’ll be spending the whole night dancing on my cock until you’re all raw and sore.” Grabbing my ass, he speared me down his shaft in a jarring thrust. “Though, I suppose you wouldn’t mind. It makes you fucking hot when I spoil you, eh? When I spend all my money to keep this trophy wife pussy satisfied and full.”

“Yes!”

“Good, because I love to spoil you.” He spanked my ass. “Keep fucking me like that and your next gift is a private island, Darla.”

Zeno loved when I put on a show for him so I did, sucking his thumb in my mouth, splitting my legs wider, moving on his dick like he was my personal stripper pole. He watched me with a heavy-lidded gaze, groaning like a satisfied customer getting his dollars’ worth.

He took control and delivered a series of upward thrusts. I threw my head back, delirious, and he abraded my neck with bites, murmuring adulation and degradation that drove me wild. “Goddammit. I feel you tightening again.”

“I’m so close.” I rode him with more desperation, my hand clenching the black raven tat on his left shoulder while I used my other to play with my clit.

“You taste like grapes, like sugared sin, like all my wildest dreams, little angel,” Zeno confessed, our lips making love while our bodies made war. “I’m never letting you go, Darla.”

The fantasy morphed back into us and this otherworldly connection that always sparked heat in our veins. “You’re mine. All mine, Zed.”

“Yours, baby. All fucking yours.”

Harsh breaths. Sweaty skin. Intertwined limbs.

We reached our peak at the same time, coming together like a burst of magic. There was nothing hotter than my husband’s face transforming as he let go and emptied inside of me with a groan.

I panted into his sweaty neck, regaining my bearings after that powerful release.

My eyes snagged on his discarded wallet…and noticed that he kept my picture in there.

Oh, God.Zeno carries me with him everywhere he goes.

My heart clenched with affection.

Raising my face, I journeyed my lips to his ear and mouthed the only three words to describe what I felt for him.

I loveyou.

Zeno stilled, still heaving from our mutual orgasm. “What did you say?”

“Nothing.” I rested my cheek over his strong shoulder, a sated smile curling my lips.

“No, no, tell me.” He brushed my hair aside and kissed my sweaty neck with a frantic quality. “Tell me again, please.”

Falling in love with Zeno happened fast and violently, like the flash of lightning and the clap of thunder in a strong summer storm. I found love in the midst of chaos and madness, and it was astonishing, wicked, and completely transcending.

I would never trade it for the world.

“I said we ruined another piece of furniture,” I lied.

He pulled back to stare at me, all disheveled and vulnerable. A lazy smile spread over his kiss-swollen mouth and he stroked my cheek. “We did, didn’t we?”

“I can’t go to the yacht looking like this. I’m a mess.”

“You’re nothing short of beautiful, Darla.”

I smiled back, finally agreeing to what he’d been shouting at me from the very beginning. “I know.”

Zeno’s half-mast eyes regarded me with pride. “Good girl.”