Page 78 of Craving Revenge

“Yes.” She begins to draw random patterns on my chest. “Everything with you is my first.”

“Good. I’m very happy to hear that.” I glance out the window, then comment, “You missed half the sights. I’ll take you to see them next week.”

Yuki

Yutaro is a big, fat liar. I think he told me all those horrible stories about being intimate with a man just to scare me.

Or, maybe I’m just lucky. Augusto has shown me he isn’t the type of husband who beats, threatens, and manipulates his wife.

No, he’s the complete opposite.

He’s been so patient and caring, and in some instances even loving.

Because of what Yutaro taught me, I thought my husband would be cruel and just take what he wants.

Instead, Augusto has shown me what it’s like to be treasured. When he touched me between my legs, I felt respected and cherished. The magical spell he’d been weaving around me the entire evening consumed me, and I got lost in the pleasure he was making me feel.

Through all of it, he didn’t do any of the things Yutaro warned me about.

A relieved and happy smile plays around my mouth as I recall the intimate moment we shared.

I’ve never felt so seen before.

“Augusto,” I whisper as I tilt my head back to look at his face. When he meets my eyes, I say, “Thank you for being such a good husband to me.”

His features soften, and he brings his hand to my neck, his thumb stroking up and down my jawline. “You’re welcome, my little shapeshifter.”

My eyes mist up as happy emotions surge through my chest. “I love being your wife.”

“Yeah?” His mouth lifts at the corner.

Nodding, I stretch my neck so I can give him a kiss. When I move, I feel his hard-on beneath me, and my thoughts turn to pleasuring him.

When apprehension trickles into my chest, I shove it aside, reminding myself that Yutaro lied.

Gathering all my courage, I climb off Augusto’s lap, and when I kneel between his legs and reach for his belt, he picks up the phone in the back of the limo, then says, “Keep driving until I tell you otherwise.”

He hangs up, and rubbing my arm with his hand, he gives me a look filled with desire. “Now you can have your wicked way with me.”

My abdomen clenches with need for him as I undo his belt and pull down his zipper. The air tenses with anticipation as I reach inside his pants, and when I touch his erection, my heartbeat sets off at a crazy pace.

Wrapping my fist around the hard length, I pull him out. As I get my first look at a real-life cock, my brain short-circuits.

He’s so much bigger than the dildo!

Okay. Don’t panic. You can figure this out.

When I stroke him, my eyes flick between his face and the pearl of moisture beading at the swollen head of his manhood.

Seeing the hunger darkening Augusto’s eyes, I lean forward, and when I open my mouth wide to take him, a groan rumbles from his chest.

The sound has me growing hot and wet for him, as if it has a direct link to my core.

Stroking him with my fist, I feel how soft his skin is over the hard muscle. I taste the salty drops spilling from him while I suck him deeper.

There’s no shame. No disgust. I’m pleasuring him because I want to, not out of duty.

As my head bobs up and down, and I see how much Augusto craves me, I focus all my attention on him.