Obsession (Sinners of New Orleans #3)

Chapter 42

Adrian

Fede angrily takes a sip of his whiskey. “So you joined them, then?”

“It’s all over, Fed.”

“After what they did-”

“The man who murdered our father is dead,” I interrupt. “And so is everyone in that family with any ill intentions.”

“So you trust Sam?”

“With my life.”

Fede hisses a sigh and tilts back his glass, downing the remainder of his alcohol. “I think you’re pussy whipped.”

“Maybe.” I shrug. “It doesn’t matter, though. It’s done. Over.”

“Even if I disagree?” My little brother looks petulant from where he’s sitting on my couch with a frown covering his face. Like a child who didn’t get his way.

“Yes, Fede,” I say sternly. “Even if you disagree. This is over.”

“Fine.” Setting his class down harshly on my coffee table, he stands, buttoning his suit jacket. He heads for the door without a word of goodbye.

“Bye, Fede,” I call out, chuckling at his dramatics as I take a sip of my drink. He waves his hand over his shoulder and slams the door behind him.

The drama.

“He didn’t take that well?” Madi walks through the threshold. She’s in a silk nightgown, covered by a matching robe. It does little to hide her cleavage or her long legs.

“Not well at all.” I smile at the sight of her. My beautiful wife. “Come here.” I gesture, and for once, she listens, walking toward me slowly.

When she gets to the couch, she takes the low-ball glass from my hand and sets it on the coffee table so she can crawl onto my lap, straddling me. Her soft hands move to my face, cupping either side as she leans in to plant a sensual kiss on my lips.

“I love you, husband.”

Her sweet voice saying that word has a primal growl growing in my chest. “I love you, wife.”

“ Mmhmm, I like that.” She wiggles her pert ass on my lap and my cock is instantly hard.

“I was thinking,” I say as I feel her up through the silk material. “A baby sounds nice.”

Madi snorts, and then looks at me. “You’re serious.”

“Deadly.”

“I’m still a child,” she says with a furrowed brow. “I can’t have a baby yet.”

My hand moves to her stomach, running over the flat and smooth surface. “I love the idea of seeing you pregnant,” I admit.

“That sounds like a fetish! You know we have to actually raise a child then, right?”

“Good thing I also love the idea of you raising our kids. They’ll be beautiful, don’t you think? A girl with your eyes and dark hair. A boy with my smile.” I grin at her for good measure.

“Flattery won’t win you this argument.”

“Hmm, but I think I know what will.” I pull her body against mine, pressing my lips to hers. She opens for me, letting me devour her mouth in the mind-melting kiss.

And soon our clothes lay in a heap on the floor while Madi is bent over the couch, moaning my name as I thrust into her.

“I’m gonna fill you up, princess. Beg for my cum.”

“Please!” she moans, her fingers gripped into the fabric of the sofa. “Please, I need your cum.”

“You want to be filled up like a good little slut, don’t you?”

“Yes!” she shouts breathlessly.

“Say it,” I demand.

“I want to be filled up like a good little slut.”

I pinch her clit, loving the way her pussy squeezes my cock as she comes, and then I follow her, thrusting my own orgasm inside of her until she’s completely filled, just like she begged for.

And after, as we lie on the couch fully sated, my cum dripping from her pussy, I feel light. At peace. The heaviness I’ve been carrying for twenty-plus years seems to have dissipated.

“I love you,” she whispers against my chest.

“I love you,” I say with a kiss to her head, my heart swelling with the words.

I never thought I could have this kind of happiness. I thought the only thing that would ease the ache in my soul would be to get revenge.

But that seems pointless now.

The only thing I need in my life is her.