Chapter 37
Thirty-Seven
NATASHA
I admit, I don’t have any experience at all with travel or hotels—aside from the one I don’t want to think about—but I’m pretty sure that most people don’t get to stay in this kind of luxury.
I mean, I knew my husband was rich, but he’s also bougie as hell. This Mafia boss, who I know is scary and ruthless and comes home in blood once in a while, loves the finer things.
And I kind of think it’s adorable.
“This resort is insane,” I whisper-shout to him as we walk across the marble floor to a counter marked Concierge. We’re surrounded by about eight of his men, all of them huge and tattooed and mean looking, and I admit, it makes me feel safer.
“The accommodations are acceptable,” he says as he pulls my hand up to his lips, and I shake my head at him. He smiles down at me, but when we reach the man at the counter, his face goes stony, and he’s all business.
Shit, he’s hot.
I know he’s been giving me time to heal and settle back in, but if this man doesn’t really touch me soon, I might spontaneously combust.
“Hello, Mr. Stavros, I’m Lawrence, and will be your point of contact while you’re with us.”
We’re given keys to our room, and Julian turns to his men.
“You two are out front. You two stay here in the lobby by the elevators. You two will be upstairs by the elevators on our floor, and the rest of you will be on patrol.”
“Boss.” They nod their heads and disperse to their positions, and with my hand in his, Julian leads me to the elevators. When we get on, two of the men join us, and two stay just outside, as ordered.
“Are we safe here?” I whisper up to him, feeling the two men behind us. “You have a lot of guys with us.”
“The most valuable asset in my life is with me,” he says simply. “And you’ll be protected at all costs.”
The elevator doors open, and we all step out, but the guards stay back as we walk to our room.
“There’s no one else on this floor,” he informs me as he unlocks the door and gestures for me to go in ahead of him.
This isn’t a hotel room. This is a luxury condo.
The color scheme is white and beige with black accents, and it’s open and breezy. The living room spills to a dining area, and a huge set of double doors lead to the bedroom, in the same colors, with a bathroom that I could get lost in. You could have a party for eight in that shower.
We could have so much fun in that shower.
But the best part? It’s the outdoor space.
Both the living area and the bedroom have doors that open to the biggest balcony I’ve ever seen, with plush furniture, a fireplace, and a view that takes my breath away.
We’re right on the ocean, and the sun is hanging just above the water, making the churning water sparkle so incredibly, it brings tears to my eyes.
“This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I say, my hands on the railing.
“I couldn’t agree more.”
I glance up and find him watching me, his jaw tense, his hands in his pockets, and God, I love him.
He reaches out to tuck my hair behind my ear, and I don’t flinch. I haven’t flinched since that day by the pool.
Because I know, deep down, that he loves me.
That he won’t ever hurt me again. The past month has been magical, full of late nights at the piano, sitting by the pool, and walks through the garden.
He’s not babysitting me, he’s spending time with me because we almost lost each other, and now we don’t want to be apart.
“What are you thinking, Angel?”
“I think I could live here,” I reply, making him smile. “It’s seriously amazing. Let’s buy the resort and come here whenever we want.”
“Done. Now—”
“Wait, I’m kidding.”
“Do you want this place or not, Natasha? Just say the word.”
I feel my jaw go slack, and then I start to laugh because he’s absurd.
“You would not buy this entire resort just because I love it after being here for three minutes.”
“I think you grossly underestimate exactly how much I love you and will give you anything you want,” he replies, and kisses my forehead. “But you think about it. Now, shall we have dinner up here, or do you want to go down to the restaurant?”
“Oh, can we eat out here on the patio and enjoy the view?”
“Of course.” He pulls me to him and lifts my chin, gently kisses my lips, making me want to purr. “What else do you want, baby?”
“You,” I whisper, my eyes dropping to his lips. “I just want you.”
His dark eyes sober as he picks me up and carries me inside, leaving the doors open so the salty ocean breeze floats through. He sets me down beside the bed and frames my face in his big, warm hands.
“Are you sure? I’m fine with waiting. I don’t want to rush you.”
Nibbling on my lip, I frown up at my husband, worried that I’ve overstepped and he’s just not . . . attracted to me anymore. “Do you not want to?”
Julian shocks the hell out of me when a laugh bursts out of him, and then he’s tugging my clothes off, casting them aside.
“Keeping my hands to myself is torture, wife. Do I want you? No. I fucking crave you. I need you. Every glorious, perfect inch of you.”
His words are intoxicating, and my hands are all over him.
We’re a tangle of pure lust as we strip each other naked, and then he guides me onto the bed, where he covers me, bracing himself above me on strong, muscled arms covered in those tattoos, and it makes me burn for him.
He’s kissing me with lips so soft and sure and ravenous, my legs scissor, trying to ease the ache between them.
“You’re so beautiful, I physically ache,” he growls against my ear before his lips ghost down my jawline to my neck. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in my life. More than power, more than money. You’re the beginning and the end, Natasha.”
Before I can reply and tell him how much I love him, he covers my mouth and kisses me while his hands do delicious things to my skin.
His fingers tug on my nipples, so hard it makes me gasp, and then they soothe the sensitive skin before making the trip down my belly and over my smooth pubis to my aching core.
His fingers slide through my slit, and he groans, clearly happy with what he finds.
“So. Fucking. Wet for me.” His lips tickle mine as he speaks, and I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders, needing more of him. I need all of him. “Tell me what you need, Angel.”
“You.”
He smiles, so damn smug and happy that I can’t be irritated with him, and then licks over the seam of my lips, and I invite him in eagerly as I arch my back and then push my fingers into his thick hair, holding on.
“What do you need me to do for you?”
I whimper as he kisses his way to my collarbones. “Make me come. Please, make me come, Julian.”
“You’re going to come all night long, sweetheart. For this first time, do you want me to do it with my fingers?” He pushes two thick fingers inside me, making me gasp. “Or my mouth?” He circles his tongue over my nipple. “Or my cock?”
“Yes.”
With a chuckle, Julian kisses his way down and pulls my clit into his mouth, and that’s all I need to burst into a million pieces, screaming out his name.
And even when I come down from that high, he doesn’t stop. He’s planting wet kisses along my inner thighs, and then he covers my pussy with his mouth again and watches me as he laps at me, pushes his tongue inside and then up to my clit again.
“So fucking delicious,” he says. “God, I love the way you taste. I’ve been starving for you.”
I’m so impatient for him. I haven’t felt him in what feels like forever, and I don’t want to wait anymore.
“Julian . . . please.”
“Please what, baby?”
“I need you inside me.”
His eyes are on fire as he groans into my pussy, and then he kisses up my body and settles between my thighs, rocking his huge, talented cock through my slit before he pushes inside me, and we both moan with how fucking incredible it feels.
“It’s like coming home,” he whispers against my lips, and then he flips us, so I’m on top, and I smile down into his perfect face. His hands glide down my back to my ass, and I kiss him, relishing in the taste of myself on his lips, before I push up and start to ride him.
“Fuck, you’re the prettiest thing,” he growls, his hands planted on my hips, guiding me up and down his shaft. “You take me so damn well, Angel.”
I thought I would be uncomfortable, since we haven’t done this in so long, but he’s right. It’s like coming home, and nothing feels better than this.
“Julian.”
“I’m right here, baby.” He leans up so he can tug my nipple between his lips, then presses the sweetest kiss to my sternum. “I’m right fucking here. Always.”
“Oh God.” I have to lean down and rest my forehead on his as I ride him, chasing another orgasm. “I’m gonna . . . fuck.”
“Come for me. Make a mess of my cock, you perfect girl.”
I couldn’t hold back if I wanted to. My muscles quiver, and I grind down, coming so damn hard, I collapse on top of him.
Julian nibbles his way down my shoulder, and then he flips us again, but this time, I’m on my stomach, and he’s trapped my legs between his thick thighs, spreads me open and pushes inside, and holy mother Mary, I’ve never been so full.
“Julian!”
“I can’t hold back.” His voice is thick and rough. “Jesus, this pussy is what I’ll pray to for the rest of my life.”
His fingers will leave bruises on my ass, and I can’t wait to see them later. He’s pounding hard, relentlessly, and then he lets out a loud groan as he comes, grinding into my pussy and coming inside me, and it sends me over once again.
He kisses up my spine, over my shoulders, and then brushes my hair aside so he can pepper kisses on my cheek.
“Holy shit, Julian.”
“Are you okay, my love?”
“Never better.” I giggle and feel him smile against my shoulder blade. “Now I’m really hungry.”
“Let’s feed you, and then we’ll do this again. All night long. Now that I’ve had you, I’ll never get enough of you.”