Desperate Desires (Mergers & Acquisitions #3)

Chapter 32-y

O nce Ono started talking, it was like the world disappeared and there was nothing left.

It was just him and me, trapped inside a vacuum filled with the dark, horrible truth. And when he finally stopped telling me everything— the trouble we were both in and what he’d done to stop it —I was left suspended somewhere between shock and horror.

I remained sitting on his lap for a few long minutes, letting the world around me dissolve into the background hum of nothingness.

It was how I liked to process things. No noise, no outside opinions, just the quiet space where my mind could breathe.

Quietly.

Slowly.

Allowing my thoughts to catch up with my emotional response.

Let me tell you, I’d run the gamut.

From fear to disbelief.

Anger to anguish.

Shock to acceptance.

And all the way back again.

I needed to let my emotions have some time to settle. Needed to sit with the chaos. Let it unfold in slow motion until I could make sense of it.

My thoughts moved like waves, surging and retreating, struggling to catch up with the storm of feelings crashing against the shore of my mind.

Someone had broken into my place? Into my car?

The icy grip of fear tightened inside my chest. Disbelief had me shaking my head, but I knew Ono was being real with me.

His hard expression told me that, and instead of being mad at him for lying, I found myself wanting to soothe him.

Am I an idiot for feeling that way?

“No, you’re not an idiot. You are the best damn woman I ever met. I never wanted to lie to you, Bellezza. You have to believe me,” he said.

Sincerity rang out in his voice, knocking the wind out of me. His blue eyes bore into mine, and I knew I was going to forgive him even before I nodded.

The truth was, I wanted to believe him.

I do believe him.

“Don’t do it again, Ono. Don’t ever lie to me or keep secrets.”

“I won’t. I swear it. From now on, it’s you and me. I will always tell you the truth about everything,” he vowed.

A wave of emotion swept over me, something deep and permanent. It reeked of acceptance, and something more.

Something powerful.

“Is it—I mean, am I in danger now?” I asked, needing to know.

His jaw tensed, but his gaze never wavered as he nodded once.

“Are you in danger?”

“Michelle, I swear, I will keep you safe.” He ignored my question.

“I know you will. But Ono, maybe we should get help?”

“I’m taking care of it. I’ll take care of you. Trust me?”

“I do,” I whispered, cupping his cheeks as I owned that truth.

I did trust him.

Because I loved him.

Even if I didn’t dare say it out loud just yet.

I loved my husband, and just admitting it to myself was enough.

I dragged his head down closer to me and sealed my lips to his, letting my love for him flow between us as constant and untamable as the tide, savoring it as it seeped into my soul.

Desire flared like wildfire, hot and uncontrollable, before it smoldered into unstoppable flames.

“Need you, Wife,” he groaned, flexing his hips and pressing his hard cock against my ass.

I turned in his arms, spreading my legs and sitting astride his powerful lap.

“Ono,” I moaned into his mouth, tangling my tongue with his and reveling in the feel of our bodies writhing against each other.

“Too many fucking clothes.”

His chest rumbled and next I heard fabric tearing as my sexy as fuck husband worked to get the necessary pieces out of the way. The ones he couldn’t move, he simply tore.

I didn’t care.

We could always buy new clothes, but the hunger I felt growing between us was something that would not be denied.

Not contained or delayed, either.

It was primal. Urgent. And it demanded satisfaction.

“Tell me you want me, too, Wife,” he grunted, picking me up by my inner thighs and positioning his cock at my entrance.

“I want you to fuck me, Husband. Make me feel good.”

“Yeah, you do,” he said, smirking at me. “Such a hungry little pussy. So wet. So fucking hot. Gonna make you feel so fucking good.”

“Yes,” I moaned.

Anticipation burned in my veins, and my entire body trembled with yearning. I had never felt like that.

“I’m starving for you. Please. You, only you,” I begged.

I felt insane with desire.

Like I was gonna go crazy if he didn’t fuck me right now.

Like I needed his dick to survive.

“Fuck. I got you. Lemme feed you, Doc. Gonna make you so fucking full,” he growled and yanked me down hard.

He shoved his thick cock inside of me, stretching my walls and making me keen aloud.

I had no idea how the man did what he did, but my tits were hanging out of my tank top, my sweater gone ages ago. Ono squeezed and massaged them, sucking one nipple into his mouth and making me see stars.

All the while kept fucking me with hard, long strokes of his perfect cock, hitting my G-Spot and making me quiver on the cusp of ecstasy.

Every time I thought I would fall off the edge, he pulled back, slowed down.

Then he did it all over again.

We’d somehow moved to the floor, and he was on top of me, my legs wrapped around his waist and my leggings in tatters.

“Say my name when you come, Wife.”

My eyes went wide at the husky command. His thick fingers slid between us, gliding over my clit, and then he pinched my engorged flesh, and I came.

Hard.

“Ono. Ono! ONO!” I yelled, arching my back as pleasure crashed into me like a runaway train.

I didn’t think I could take it. Stars flickered in and out of existence behind my eyelids, but he didn’t stop moving, and I had no choice but to feel everything he thrusted at me.

By the time he let go, I felt like my entire body shattered into a million pieces.

“Good girl. Such a good girl. I got you,” he whispered, kissing my head and wrapping me tight in his arms.

I breathed shakily, clinging to him, allowing him to put me back together with his whispered murmurs of approval, and softly spoken praises.

“I love you. Fuck. I love you,” I breathed, the words streaming from my lips without permission or approval.

Ono hummed, that deep sexy sound caught between a growl and a purr. He lifted off me, staring at me with those shocking blue eyes of his.

I didn’t know what to expect or what to think.

Yeah, it was a letdown he didn’t say it back.

But I couldn’t say I was sorry I’d told him.

Not when I felt joy radiating from him like heat from the sun. He carried me to our bedroom, stripping us all the way this time, slowly and carefully.

“Ono, I need you.”

“I got you wife. I will always have you.”

“Show me, Tough Guy. Show me how much you got me,” I begged, and I keened when he did.

He showed me without words what I meant to him.

It wasn’t an I love you , but it was something.

And it was enough for now. It was everything.