Page 29 of Shattered King

Luca

“ H ave you found him yet?” I lean against a truck next to Enzo. He’s drinking from a to-go coffee cup and scowling across the street toward Fiorella’s makeshift garage.

“Still looking. Delco’s a big place.”

“Not that big. Turn the whole fucking town upside down if you have to.”

Enzo’s jaw works, but he nods. “I will. Honestly, at this point, it’s a matter of professional pride. The fucker gave us the slip after the funeral.”

“How’d that happen?”

“Leo was supposed to tail him, but Corrado changed cars at some point on the way, and we lost him. The tracker Davide cooked up wasn’t much use after we found it on the ground in a random parking garage.”

“Crafty old fuck.” I take a deep breath to steady myself. It’s not my team’s fault Corrado got away. He’s been in this life a long time, and he knows what he’s doing. But that doesn’t mean he can avoid us forever. “We’ll find him, and when we do, we’re moving on him.”

“You sure that’s a good idea?”

“I don’t care anymore.” I push off the truck and look back at my second-in-command. “If you don’t like where this is going, tell Adriano. I won’t hold it against you. That way, if this blows back on us, I’ll take the blame.”

Enzo’s head tilts to the side. He seems to be seriously considering it. But he only sighs and takes a long drink of his coffee. “That’s not how we do things.”

“No shame in covering your ass.”

“Not at your expense. When this first started, I assumed you and the girl were just going to tolerate each other at best, but it’s more than that now.”

I lift my shoulders, ready to deny it, but don’t bother. “It’s that obvious, isn’t it?”

“You’ve never given a shit about someone before. You can keep on using the whole she’s my wife excuse, but we know that’s just a cover. You like her.”

“It’s more than that.” I look back toward the tent. “She’s my wife, right?”

He laughs as I walk away, across the street, and into the empty lot.

I really need to set up something more permanent for her.

I contacted an architect just the other day about building a body shop for her here but haven’t told her about it yet.

Permits and all that shit will take a while, and construction won’t be simple either.

I figure I’ll wait until they’re breaking ground.

I find her lost in work. I open my mouth to get her attention, but I can’t seem to form the words.

Instead, I stand there in silence like a creep as she moves around her car, cursing slightly to herself as she looks through the tools.

I can’t tell what she’s doing, but it’s got all her concentration.

And I don’t mind looking at her ass when she bends over the hood.

That fucking girl is beautiful. And I think she’s only gotten more attractive the longer I’ve known her.

What started out as a dull, aching want has turned into a full-blown obsession.

I can’t stop thinking about her. I can’t breathe without her flitting through my mind like moth wings against my cheek.

Fuck, she hollowed me out and curled herself into my chest like I’m nothing but a corpse to keep her warm. And I’m happy to do it.

“God damn it.” She suddenly slams the hood of the car and glares at it. She kicks the bumper then hops around howling in pain, clutching at her foot, cursing even more.

I try not to laugh, but it’s one hell of a spectacle. She startles and looks over at me, grabbing a hammer and holding it up like she’s about to crack my skull open. “What the fuck is so funny?” she snaps, face twisted in pain and anger.

“Nothing at all. You’re intimidating and terrifying. All five-foot-four of you.”

“Damn right I am. But this stupid fucking car—” She makes to smash the hood with the hammer but stops herself. She strokes the bumper instead. “I’m just frustrated; I don’t mean it.”

“What’s the matter, anyway?”

“I just need yet another expensive part. I don’t have the funds for it, and I have no clue when it’s going to arrive, which means this whole project’s on hold until I figure out a way to get it.”

I raise my eyebrows. “That’s all?”

“That’s more than enough to piss me off.”

“There’s an easy solution, baby.” I take my wallet from my pocket and hold up a heavy, black credit card. “Here you go.”

I toss it at her. She stares in surprise and barely manages to catch it. “What’s this?”

“You know, the thing you swipe to make your problems disappear.”

“No, I know that, but this is yours.”

“Keep it. I have others.” I shove my wallet back into my pocket. “I’ve been meaning to give you one anyway.”

She stares at the card like it’s going to leap up and slit her throat. “I can’t take this.”

“Yes, you can. You’re my wife. You deserve some spending money.”

“But this isn’t just spending money ; this is an open line of credit.”

“Same thing.”

“No, I can’t.” She shoves the card back at me, shaking her head.

Which is weird. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of someone refusing cash like this before. “Honestly, Fio, it’s not a big deal.”

“ No ,” she says sharply, throwing the card at me. Her eyes go wide when it hits me in the chest and bounces to the ground. “I’m sorry. That was an overreaction. It’s just, I can’t take that.”

I stoop down to pick it up. “It’s just a credit card.”

“I know. I know.” She shakes her head. “But I can’t, okay?”

“At least let me buy you the part.”

“Maybe. I don’t know. Can we talk about it later?”

I advance on her. “You’re acting fucking weird. It’s not like I’m trying to shove live snakes down your pants.”

“Do people do that?”

“Probably. You know what I mean. I’m trying to let you have a credit card. If your spending gets out of control, we’ll have a conversation. Otherwise, enjoy yourself.”

“You don’t understand.” She bumps into the car and leans against the hood. “I just can’t take it.”

“This means a little independence. You wouldn’t have to ask me for everything. Whatever you want?—”

“I just can’t!”

I’m about to push, because really, who the fuck turns down a credit card like this for no good reason? But before I can speak again, she throws herself at me, and suddenly she’s kissing me like a pure psycho, and it’s all I can do to keep from losing my mind.

Fuck, this girl, it’s almost unfair. Her lips are soft and her tongue tastes like heaven, and the way her body grinds against me drives a spike of pure lust straight into my spine.

I’m half-hard the second my mouth opens, and when she lets out a little whimper, I’m absolutely wrecked.

“I know what you’re doing,” I growl as I grip her hair and dominate her lips some more.

“I’m trying to get you to fuck me.”

God damn it.

“You’re trying to distract me.”

Her hand reaches down, and she’s stroking my fucking dick. “That can’t be it.”

Fuck, that feels good.

“Why are you trying to distract me? Just take my fucking credit card.”

“I’d rather take this nice cock into my throat.”

Fuck .

She drops to her knees, desperately unhooking my belt. I’m a weak man apparently, because I don’t even try to argue. Instead, I grip her pretty, thick hair, and when she gets my dick free from my pants, I pull slightly and push her mouth open with my hard shaft.

My wife sucks my cock like it’s the only thing she was born to do.

And the way her mouth is warm, fucking soaking wet, and the little moans and whimpers that escape her pretty lips, I think that might be true.

She sucks me like she’s dying for it. Spit dribbles down my shaft, gathers in her fists, and she keeps going.

It feels so fucking good I can barely think.

“This won’t work forever,” I snarl, dragging her to her feet before I burst on her tongue and make her choke on my cum.

I kiss her hard, ripping her jeans off in the process.

I tug them down, making her gasp as I stroke her pussy over her panties.

The girl’s wet and warm down there too. Like she’s been waiting all day for me to come offer her a credit card.

“Maybe not, but it’ll work for now.” She gasps as she turns around, hands flat on the hood of the Spider, and arches her back as she looks over her shoulder. “Are you going to keep talking about that stupid card or are you going to fuck me?”

God fucking damn it .

I grab her hips, fist her hair, and slide my cock up and down her soaking pussy. Distraction or not, she’s very much aroused, and I sink into her like a ship drowning beneath the waves.

“I’m going to fuck you, baby,” I whisper as she moans and leans her chest down against her car. “I’m going to fuck you, and wreck you, and make you come right here on your pretty little car.”

“God, yes,” she moans as I rip into her. “Don’t stop, Luca.”

“My filthy fucking wife. Using sex to distract me. To get what you want. And I don’t even know what you’re after.”

“But you don’t care. Your dick feels so fucking good. You’re so hard. All you want is to be inside me, isn’t it?”

“Goddamn right it is.”

I kiss her hard and fuck her fast. We’re grinding, making the whole car shake and squeak on its suspension.

I don’t care about anything but filling her, over and over again.

Her sweet pussy clenches down on my shaft as her moans get louder, her cheeks flushed red and so damn pretty.

I keep going faster, roaring my bliss as the climax builds and builds.

But she pulls back suddenly and turns around, lying on the car, spreading her legs wide.

Her fuck-me eyes are soft and needy, and I’m pulsing with how badly I want to fill her to the brim.

I hook her legs and pull her close, burying my cock inside again, cradling her neck so I can lean down and kiss her lovely lips.

“I’m going to keep on offering you money every single fucking day so I can feel this over and over,” I snarl into her mouth. “I’m going to fuck you, and fill you, and come between your pretty legs until you finally give me what I want.”

“But fighting you feels so good,” she says, grinning, mouth hanging open in bliss.

We grind and fuck in rhythm together, and there’s nothing but her in the whole world for me now.

I’m completely zoned in with her, entirely focused on every little motion of her body, every whimper, every whine and moan, all her gasps and groans, my head dizzy with her taste.

I lean forward and pin her hands above her head and take her, own her body, fill her with my cock again and again, stroking deeper, until finally she arches and cries out.

There’s nothing more beautiful than Fiorella coming for me.

She’s a fucking angel and a devil in one perfect little body.

I grind into her, going harder, and her eyes roll back as she shatters like a good girl for me.

It’s so gorgeous, and I can’t take it anymore.

I’m breaking a second later, bursting inside of her, stroking in and in and in, making sure she gets every single fucking drop.

“All mine,” I whisper, kissing her lips. She’s breathing hard, and we’re both sweaty messes. “All fucking mine.”

“All yours.” She leans her forehead against my chest, and I hold her. “But don’t mention money again, okay?”

It’s strange. Most women want to know their partner can provide for them. Even if she’s independent, it still feels good knowing there’s a safety net. She’ll always be financially stable with me, no matter what. That should be freeing.

But the money bothers her. I don’t know why, and I’m not sure I care. Right now, all I can think about is how good it feels to be inside her.

I am a simple, stupid fucking man.

But the sex really did distract me.

“Whatever you want,” I say, shaking my head. “Even though I’m sure I’ll regret it.”

“No way.” She bites my lower lip, grinning. “Because now I know I can use sex to get what I want. And I want a lot of things.”

“Terrifying. But I’m not complaining.”

“Good. Now, you may order me that part if you’d like.” She shimmies against me, grinning. “Or do you need more sex first?”

“I could use a little more convincing.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear.”