Page 64 of Scandalous Kingpin

More tears streamed down her face. Maybe I should feel something, but I didn’t. Absolutely nothing. Although, judging by Ivy’s trembling lip, Aisling was getting to her. That alone showed how manipulative she’d become.

“Why do you both hate me so much?” Aisling cried.

I stared at her while Dante watched her, his brows bent.

“Hate is a strong word,” he remarked, clearly not comfortable with her show of emotion.

“I feel it,” she protested. “You both hate me, but?—”

She didn’t finish her sentence, her eyes darting to our papà, and he finished for her. “But we think family therapy might be in order.”

“Fuck that,” I scoffed, standing up. “Ivy and I are leaving. In case it’s not clear, we’re not interested.”

I threw one last glare at Aisling before ushering my wife out of this joke of a family gathering.

Thirty minutes I’d never get back.

I dragged her down the hallway and pulled her into our cabin, my muscles taut and the need to possess her clawing at me. I pinned Ivy against the door the moment it shut behind us. Tension in my shoulders still lingered, and it didn’t take much to realize that I was quickly exchanging my old coping methods for a new one. We’d had a sex marathon, ensuring we christened every corner of this yacht in every position. I liked to take her from behind, sometimes with her all on fours, sometimes kneeling with my hands on her breasts. She loved it in any way, but I believed her favorite was missionary, our mouths molded together.

So I ensured at least once a day, I fucked her that way.

“Lock the door,” she breathed against my lips. A soft click and I gripped the indent of her waist, which was so small I could probably connect my fingers if I tried.

I dropped a soft kiss to her mouth as she kissed me hungrily.

She yelped when I bit down on her bottom lip, drawing blood, but there was nothing but desire and love in them. I never wanted that look to vanish from her eyes.

“You okay?” she murmured against my lips.

Cupping her face, I tucked strands of her red hair behind her ears. “Yeah, just glad to have you alone.”

I wondered if she’d be scandalized to know my thoughts, to discover what I wanted to do to her, but I dismissed it. She was my wife. She could handle a bit of scandal.

I rocked my hips against her warm cunt as I resumed tracing my lips along her soft skin, over her cheek, up her jaw.

“I want to own all of you,” I rasped into her ear, unbuckling my pants. Goose bumps rose on her skin and her eyelids lowered. Her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath as I cut a path toward her gorgeous ass and kneaded at her through her sundress. “One day, I’m going to make this mine.”

My shaft ached at the thought of it, already dripping with precum.

“Not today,” she breathed.

“I agree.” I trailed my palm up her thigh until her dress was draped over my arm. “But soon.”

She swallowed and tipped her head back. “I can’t decide if you’re trying to seduce me or scare me.”

“Maybe both,” I said, snatching the neck of her sundress. The sound of shredding followed, her beautiful breasts spilling free. Sliding my lips to the shell of her ear, I tsked softly. “No bra. My wife’s a temptress.”

A shiver rolled through her, but she refused to acknowledge my words.

I lowered my head, palming the weight of her bare breasts. I squeezed the soft flesh and ran my thumb around her nipple, then sucked the pulse point on her throat, pulling the skin between my teeth to leave another mark behind.

I bit her nipple hard, then immediately eased the sting with my tongue.

“Fuck, you smell so good,” she said in a husky voice.

I ran my thumb across her nipple and her ragged exhale pushed between her parted lips. Fuck, she was so sexy.

I slid my hand down her stomach, between her legs, and pressed my thumb against her clit, applying the slightest amount of pressure. She closed her eyes tight, rolling her hips.