Page 78 of The Mafia's Bride

“What, husband?”

His cock gets painfully hard, eyes heating with so much want it burns me at the title. My hand drifts, palm rubbing his tip, soapy water added a much-needed lubrication before grasping him fully. He hisses between his teeth, fingers digging painfully into my hips.

“Give me one joy and one fear. Now. Before I ruin that sweet cunt.”

Leaning up on to my knees, I spread my legs wide, soapy water dripping off my belly, thighs, and pussy. I hover over his dick, feeling the head line up with my entrance.

A muscle in his jaw jumps. He’s so close that my mouth waters.

“One fear, is that I’ll crave you this intensely for the rest of my life,” I whisper against his lips. Just to tease him, I lick the seam, hearing his moan vibrate from his chest. “I fear that even when we’reold, ragged, I’ll still want you as badly as I want you now. I fear that I want to see you old, sitting together at the breakfast table, sharing coffee, listening to our children play in the other room.”

He swallows hard. “You’re afraid to have children?”

“I’m afraid that I’ll want them. That I’ll want everything with you. And that terrifies me.” My chest constricts, saying more than I thought I would. More than I wanted. But apparently Lex pulls out all of me behind my mask and takes it for himself. Just like I want.

“Give me a joy, now,” he demands, hands tugging me to lower. His cock pushes inside, the tiniest bit. “Please, Sloane,” he begs.

“This marriage. Your understanding. Your acceptance of who I am,” I whisper my confessions, lowering further, feeling my walls stretch to accommodate his size. “Seeing you as a father.”

He slams into me, not waiting for me to adjust. I shout out, pleasure spiraling up my middle as he crushes his lips to mine, stealing my groans as his own.

“Fuck.” He sighs, dropping his forehead to mine. The steam curls around us, wrapping us into a cocoon of warmth as our bodies fuse fully. “Fucking hell, woman. You’re going to be the death of me.”

I smirk, eyes hazing with lust and something more. “That’s the plan, husband.”

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SLOANE

He tries to grab my hands and emboldened, I pin his wrists.

Lex’s eyes narrow but he smiles, intrigue lightening his face. “What’s this?”

“Do I own you?” I ask, voice carefully neutral. It’s so damn hard to have a conversation with him fully seated inside of me, my body craving movement. “Are you mine?”

Licking his lips, he relaxes in my hold, leaning against the tub. It gives me a full view of his beautiful body, scars only playing up his attractiveness.

He’s handsome but rough, and sweet, a perfect way to describe the man under me.

“You own me completely, menace,” he purrs, eyes drinking in my wet form. They fasten on where we’re joined. “Everything I am, everything I have, is yours.”

My hips rise, slamming back down only once. Lex doesn’t move his hands to hold me, but his eyes flutter closed. “Do I have your loyalty?”

Those bright eyes open, glaring. “Of course, you do.” He says it like it’s a stupid question.

“Your trust?” I rise up again and slam down, harder. Water sloshes over the edge, bubbles falling to the floor.

He groans, hips bucking as if to get more friction. “Absolutely, little menace.” His jaw strains, fighting the urge to turn the tables. “I trust you with my life.”

That control, that utter faith in me, is heady. I feel it like a cloak along my edges, a blanket of love that doesn’t suffocate but embraces.

No one trusts me to do anything, least of all trust them with their life. Not a man like this, who screams power and control, who runs an entire organization with enemies abound.

He trusts me not to kill him. He trusts me to be here at the end of the day.

Suddenly, I want to be here. I want to see him, day in and out. I want to be the one who gets to see him like this, in the garden with his family, stained in wine and sauce, under me while surrendering to my wants, accepting of who I am.

I rise again, letting him fall completely out of me. He shudders, groaning low in his throat. The sound alone could be considered indecent.