Page 98 of Nico

“I have to take a shower,” she muttered. The possessive side of me wanted to forbid her a shower - so her lingering scent would mix with mine, both of us smelling like sex. Jesus, what this woman did to me! It was a weakness to want someone so much.

Shifting my body, I couldn’t peel my eyes off her. She took a bedsheet and wrapped it around her before standing up. My cock throbbed, turning into a granite.

I remained on the bed, naked, watching her move about the room.

“I didn’t bring any of my stuff,” she muttered as she turned her eyes back to me. I watched her eyes darkened with desire, her gaze lingering on my chest then trailing down my stomach. She nibbled on her lower lip, a gesture I started to get very familiar with.

“It’s all here,” I told her and her eyes met mine.

“What is?” she asked, confusion in her dark eyes, and my lip tugged upward. It was nice to see my wife got rattled by her hunger for me as I did for her.

“Your stuff.” I tilted my head to the left of her. “It’s in our closet. And your toiletries are in the bathroom.”

She followed the direction of my eyes and cracked the door open. All her clothes were already here and hung up. It was strangely comforting seeing her personal items among my own.

“Holy smokes,” she muttered, disappearing into the closet. I could only see part of her, the black bedsheet trailing behind her. I watched her profile as she trailed her fingers over my suits, shirts, then leaned over to glance at my watches lined up. “I can honestly say, Nico, I have never met a man with such an organized closet. And this room is the size of my entire first floor.”

She threw me a look over her shoulder. A growl rose inside my chest at the thought of her having other men.

“Bianca?” I worked to keep my voice even, my expression blank. I wanted the names of her past lovers so I could hunt them down and kill them.

Her gaze returned to the closet, roaming it curiously.

“Hmmm.”

“How many men have you had?” Her hand froze midair, her interest in the closet gone. She strode out of it and towards the bathroom.

“None of your business. That’s personal.”

I was out of the bed and behind her in a blink of an eye. “You are my wife,” I drawled. “Nothing is personal.”

“Of course, it is,” she retorted crankily.

She shook her head, taking a step away from me. I followed.

“Bianca-” I warned her in a growl, taking her wrist, forcing her to face me. We stared at each other, jealousy eating at me. The knowledge that another man heard those moans, felt her curves, and buried his cock into her pussy and still walked this earth drove me insane. The urge to kill was overwhelming.

“Fine,” she hissed. “Two.” She rolled her eyes, trying to pull her wrist out of my grip. Unsuccessfully.

“William is dead. Who’s the other man?” I demanded. If it was John Martin, I’d kill him today. Any other man, he’d have a twenty-four hour head start.

“You,” she snapped. “Two, including you! Jesus.”

My hold on her wrist eased. It should have been only me, but William was dead, so it left me the only man on this earth who knew how Bianca’s pussy felt. I took her other hand that gripped the sheet against her breast, peeling her fingers off and material slid off her body and onto the tile floor.

I was going to take her again.

“Nico, you can’t-”

I crushed my lips to hers and she opened for me almost immediately. I had to possess her, erase any other man’s memory from her mind. She was mine. Only mine. I cupped her ass and strode into the shower, the motion sensor triggered the shower to come on and rivulets of water meandered over us. I had to have her.

I thrust my hard cock against her entrance. I needed to be inside her hot folds. To feel her clenching around my dick. Our tongues tangled, the need all-consuming. Pushing her back against the tile, I trailed my lips down her neck. She arched her head back and my cock throbbed at such a submissive gesture.

I bit into her soft flesh, my one hand still holding her by her ass. On the impulse, I brought my other free hand to her mouth, my finger trailing her plump lips. As if on instinct, her lips parted and her mouth closed over my digits, her tongue sliding along the tip of it.

“On your knees and suck me.”

The rough demand left my mouth and she stiffened in my arms. Pushing away from me, unsuccessfully, her eyes flared to me.