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THIRTY-FOUR

Dante

I love her. That’s the only way to describe the range of emotions I feel toward Inaya. My desire to be with or around her consumes almost all my priorities. She’s found her way in a place no one has been able to reach since I was kidnapped, but I don’t want it any other way. I wouldn’t be surprised to find my obsession with her started when I began monitoring her. Maybe all of this was a twisted way for my brain and heart to work out what they really wanted from her.

It’s hard to know how things would be if I were normal and saw her outside of the circumstances that brought us together. I’m just happy that she’s crazy enough to love me as well. Her love helps make things shift in my brain, like wanting to make her happy or feeling sad that she’ll never have the normal family dynamic that she’d like to have.

I still will kill her only living relative the moment I find him, but she knows that. It hurt when she doubted me. It felt like someone was squeezing my heart, which stirred up more emotions that I’m not used to feeling. I needed a moment to calm the hurricane building inside of me to keep from overreacting. I push that aside to focus on the moment ahead of me. Inaya’s eyes are still big with surprise, so I know she heard me. It took a while for me to be able to understand the feeling, but I refuse to back down now. Although I’m also surprised that I said it, I know I mean it.

“I love you,” I repeat to see how it feels to say it intentionally.

These are words I haven’t meant since I was a little boy. It’s bittersweet. I’m both happy that I can give Inaya what she wants, but sad to have lost my parents to Father’s greed. Speaking of which, I did promise to always be honest.

“I’m still going to kill him when I find him.”

My statement seems to pull her out of the stupor I placed her in with my declaration of love. Inaya’s expression can only be described as one between pain and amusement. She nods as she looks down at her round belly.

“I think it’s the only way to have peace. As much as I hate the thought, our relationship has always been one-sided. He cared about me in his own way, but the way he treated me the last time I saw him is unforgivable. He didn’t care if I lived or died.”

I tuck a finger under her chin so she can look me in the eyes. “I care. I take it very fucking seriously; and I’ll continue to take it seriously until the day that I die.”

I cover her lips with mine because I don’t want to talk anymore. Sharing is still something that is foreign to me so I can only do so much. Besides, I love the taste and feel of her-two things I’ve never craved until Inaya.

She breaks the kiss to look me in the eyes once more. “I love you, too, husband.”

My smile remains until I pull her in for another kiss. I would never have thought hearing someone refer to me as their husband would have such an impact on my emotions, but her kind words always make me feel warm. Everything in me lives to protect all of her and our child.

She laces our fingers together and leads me back to the house. The way she grins and bites her bottom lips tells me where her mind has gone.

“Remember when you got drunk on the island and offered yourself to me while you were handcuffed to the wall?”

She shakes her head like it’s an embarrassing memory, but it was hot even if I weren’t in the headspace to recognize it.

“Yeah, I remember.”

We enter the house and it’s surprisingly quiet with how many people are there. Andrea and Wyn must be in a strategy session.

“Well, I still have the handcuffs,” I lean into her face, but don’t take the kiss she’s offering, “and duct tape.”

Her laugh is breathy and seductive. “Good to know.” She doesn’t speak until we are in the room we’re borrowing until this blows over. “But right now, I want to make love to my husband.”

That warm feeling returns, but I don’t pounce. Instead, I watch as my wife removes her clothes, piece by piece. The body I tried hard to ignore while she was my captive comes into view, showing the bonus of her rounded belly.

Something squeezes in my chest again, but it’s a different feeling; I can only describe it as an overwhelming need to protect my family. I need to out-think Father so we can move on with our lives. He brought out the worst in me, but Inaya is my north star designed to guide me away from the darkness.

There is a desire in her eyes that I can somehow recognize, maybe because I’ve felt it on some level most of my life. It has nothing to do with sex. It’s about control. She wants to feel like she has a say in something.

I can give her that; I am hers, after all. I’ll be the weapon that destroys anything that could ever make her feel powerless again. Inaya tilts her head as she studies me. Although we haven’t spoken, we’ve had an entire conversation with our eyes. Her head bobs slightly as if she received my message.

“Come here, Dante,” she orders me, her chin ticking up a notch as if she feels the power exchange.

She’s so damn adorable. I must teach her how to defend herself. With a slight smirk, I move forward to do her bidding. Her hands warm my body as she tears away my clothes. The part of me that likes order should be annoyed, but I’m fucking turned on by her show of aggression. Inaya pushes down my pants along with my underwear and I step out of them to join her in complete nudity.

Her fingers lace into my hair as the tips of them dig into my scalp while she takes a hard kiss. Her other hand wraps around my dick. Or lips separate a fraction as I groan from the sensation while staring into her glossy eyes.

I’m so fucking hard that I feel myself drip into her palm. Her breath comes out in a brief huff that teases my damp bottom lip, but I refrain from licking her mouth. If I start, I’m not going to stop until she comes on my tongue. I don’t need to touch her to know her pussy is wet and ready for everything she wants.

“I thought you wanted to make love,” I tease, although I don’t care what she calls it as long as I’m inside of her.

“Dante,” she sighs, like she’s thinking twice about her role in this, but it’s not acceptable.

“Take what’s fucking yours, Gatita .”

With newfound energy, she releases the sexiest little growl and pushes me down on the sofa. Inaya doesn’t straddle like she did before; she drops to her knees as she pushes my legs further apart. We never break eye contact as she wraps her hand around my dick and takes a long, wet lick.

If we weren’t already married, we would have been by the end of the day. I don’t hold back any sounds of my pleasure as she sucks my dick as if she was made for my pleasure. I’m starting to believe that she was because everything feels better with her. I don’t have to zone out until it’s over; I want to feel everything my wife has to offer.

Inaya sucks me deeper, and the intense pleasure makes me close my eyes for a second. I need to concentrate on not coming. Not yet.

She releases me and is in my lap but the feel of her cupping my cheeks makes me open my eyes. The concern in her gaze is the first thing I notice, and it also confuses me until she speaks.

“Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?”

A frown of confusion draws my eyebrows together. “No,” I tell her with a peck on her lips. “You do everything right.” I drop my forehead to hers and close my eyes again. “So fucking right.”

I don’t know who initiated it this time, but our kiss is gentle as she climbs her way into my lap. I love it when she’s on top because I know she wants to be here. Inaya rocks her hips, pulling me deeper inside of her, returning the overwhelming pleasure. It’s so good, my brain starts to seek some underlying pain or discomfort to even it out.

Moving her right hand, I place it at my neck as she rides me. Inaya’s fingers flex as if she innately knows what I’m asking. Our eyes meet once more, and the slight question lingers in them, but she doesn’t need my permission.

“Do your worst,” I challenge her.

My words somehow turn her on more, increasing the juices that coat my dick as she gives us what we need. Her grip tightens and her slightly long nails dig into my skin as she adds pressure. My dick jerks inside of her because it’s fucking hot. My wife feels it as well, her whimpers become more frequent.

Her body works to ride me as well as she can while pregnant, and I love every second of it. The more she hurts me the higher I get but I hold off until her pussy squeezes me so hard that I cum with her.

I hold on to her hips while she continues to rock her hips slowly while nibbling on my neck, where she most likely left a mark. I drop my head back as my eyes drift shut while I focus on just the feel of her body rubbing against mine and the softness of her lips. Inaya keeps up the slow rocking until she shudders again with her huffs, warming my neck as she comes again.

We stay connected; I hold her damp body to mine until her breathing evens out. A soft smile plays on my lips. Isn’t it a rumor that the man falls asleep right after sex?

I allow my body to stay in its relaxed state as I listen to my wife’s even breathing. I could use a nap myself, but sometimes it’s moments like this when I shut my brain off from a problem when I get the most clarity.

My eyes pop open and I do my best not to move and alarm my wife, but I realize that I’ve overlooked one major detail from this Most Wanted nonsense…I know exactly who Abel West is and why he must die first.