22. Prime
PRIME
It takes a lot of effort to get through that meal.
Carbone doesn’t mention business again but his threat keeps ringing through my mind. He didn’t say it straight, but the meaning was clear?—
Fuck this up and we’ll hurt your wife.
The fact that he said it in front of her is like a slap to the face.
I’m going to kill him.
The certainty is like a fire in my heart.
The names on my list are two now: Marco Carbone and Augustus Fontana. I don’t care what it takes, how much blood is spilled, those two men are going to suffer.
Nobody threatens what’s mine.
“Prime? You haven’t said anything since we left.” Deanna’s taking off her earrings in the bathroom and looking at me in the mirror.
I can’t meet her gaze. God, what does she think of me right now?
What kind of man lets another man openly threaten his wife?
Weak, fucking pathetic. And I kept my mouth shut, only because Carbone can get me closer to my final goal than anyone I’ve ever met before.
He’s one step away from Fontana’s inner circle. I need him more than I want to admit.
And still, I’m going to cut his fucking throat.
“I shouldn’t have brought you to that dinner.” I lean against the bathroom’s door frame and unbutton my cuffs. “I should keep you far away from those fucking bastards.”
“Stop it, Prime, we talked about this already. You need me.”
“Like hell. I won’t get you killed.”
“I know that.” She turns to me, the diamonds gone, now left beside the sink. I like her like this better: simple, plain, beautiful, the woman I’ve been obsessing about since she came into my employment all those years ago. Now the fire’s lit in me and I don’t know how to stop it.
“When Carbone invited you to this meeting, I assumed it would be less formal. But now I see it was a ploy from the start. He wanted to test our marriage, and he wanted to make it clear what the stakes were, and he did it straight to your fucking face.” I spit the last few words, disgust rising in my throat. “You must hate me now.”
“I don’t hate you at all.” She seems surprised. “Prime, why are you so upset?”
“I let another man threaten you. I didn’t do anything about it.”
“What should you have done? Jumped across the table and killed him?”
“I could have smashed a glass and used the shards to rip out his tongue.”
She blinks, laughs like I’m joking, but her smile disappears when she realizes I’m not. “Come on, Prime. That’s crazy.”
“You don’t understand these people. Carbone responds to strength.”
“He also responds to not getting killed.” She comes to me and puts a hand against my cheek. “You want to know something? I was terrified in that room. Carbone scares the shit out of me. But I also know you won’t let anything bad happen to me, right?”
“Right. Fuck, Deanna.”
“But I need to know something.” She leans forward and places her lips near my mouth. I want her kiss so badly it’s like a curse. But instead, she leans close to my ear. “I need to know your plan, Prime.”
I step away, heart racing. She watches calmly. Sometimes I’m amazed at Deanna’s poise. When she said she’s been practically running my business for the last two years, she’s only exaggerating a touch.
I’ve been a shitty boss, but only because I’ve been able to rely on her.
She’s smart, organized, and ruthless when she has to be.
Deanna has an uncanny ability to see through bullshit, and it’s part of what I’m drawn toward in her.
There’s strength buried under her fear, an iron core at the heart of her.
Watching her father’s disease progress and being responsible for her parents’ wellbeing has helped mold her into the fierce and impressive woman I married.
But no matter how much I want her, there are parts of me I don’t want to speak out loud. Even if she deserves to hear them.
I retreat into the bedroom. She follows, unzipping her dress as she comes.
I struggle not to look but it kills me when the fabric pools around her ankles.
Black bra, black panties, pale skin. Dark hair spills around her shoulders.
My heart races and my blood rushes to my cock.
She stands there watching me, and I know what she’s doing, and it’s fucking working.
“Talk to me, Prime,” she urges softly, sitting on the edge of the bed, not bothering to get dressed.
“You’re using your body against me.”
“I would never.”
“But it’s going to backfire.”
Her mouth opens, lips pulling into a smile. “You think so?”
“You aren’t a distraction, love.” I unbutton my shirt and toss it aside. I remove my belt, whipping it off. Her eyes snap to the leather as I drop it on the ground. She chews on her lip. “You’re a fucking feast.”
“Prime—“
I walk toward her. She shuffles onto the back, eyes wide.
“I told you I’d never let anyone hurt you, but I lied.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Nobody but me, is what I should have said.”
“Prime!—“
I grab her ankle. She twists, trying to escape, but I pull her close and pin her belly-down to the bed.
She gasps, groaning when I roughly rip her panties down, exposing her lovely ass.
Fuck, it’s beautiful, the curve of her spine and the light downy hair nested above her sweet mountain of her cheeks.
It’s even sweeter when I thwack my hand down hard, spanking roughly while my other hand fists into her hair and grips hard.
“Prime, fuck,” she groans, arching her hips toward me.
“I’m tired of halfway. I’m tired of teasing. No more, Deanna.” I spank her again. Thwack, thwack. “You are mine, you are my wife, your body is my fucking temple and I’m here to worship.” Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. “I’m here to fill you until you scream.”
“Oh my god, Prime!”
My fingers slip between her legs and find her pussy. I moan when I find she’s dripping wet. This is what she wanted from the start, isn’t it? Stripping off her clothes wasn’t a ploy.
It was a fucking invitation.
It was a god damn trap.
And I fell for it.
Thwack. “You love this, don’t you, baby?” I stroke and tease before—thwack. “A little pleasure to make the pain sweet.” I slide my fingers in deep. Thwack. Thwack. “But I told you I’m not satisfied with halfway anymore.”
“Prime.” She’s panting hard.
I take off my boxer briefs. She curls on her side, mouth hanging open as I kneel with my thick, hard cock gripped in one fist. Now’s her chance to run, but she doesn’t take it. Instead, she crawls to me on her belly, tongue hanging out, and licks the tip of my crown.
A long string of precum drips toward her mouth. She gobbles it, moves forward eager, and takes me between her lips.
I groan in bliss as she sucks me. Her tongue is warm and wet and soft as she swirls it around. She whimpers. I lean forward and spank her ass again as she sucks my dick, going down deep, moving back to gasp for air as she strokes my spit-covered shaft.
“Everything,” she whispers, looking up at me eyes. “All of it, right now.”
“You’re so eager.”
“Please, Prime. If we’re doing this, I don’t want to wait.”
“But I like getting you right to that edge.”
“Prime!” She takes my cock in her mouth again and sucks hard before pulling back with a pop. “Please.”
“Since you asked so nicely?—“
I turn her around and pin her to the bed again, this time spreading her legs.
Her pussy’s pink and glistening and beautiful, and I bend down to taste her before spitting on my palm and rubbing it along my shaft.
But I shouldn’t have bothered—the moment I press my tip to her aching and lovely core, it’s like sinking into velvet.
She moans, arching as I gave her an inch, another inch, cock filling and stretching her.
“That’s a good girl,” I murmur as her hips buck up and her knees spread wide.
“Oh such a good fucking girl… you feel so fucking good, so tight and wet…” I groan and I swear to fuck I nearly come the second I fill her to the brim.
I’m hilt-deep, sink inside my beautiful wife, her tight pussy gripping me like she wants to strangle me to death, and it’s heaven, fucking heaven.
She looks back over her shoulder, tongue against her lower lip, eyes heavy lidded and gauzy with lust, and I want to burst into her fucking womb.
But I manage to pull back, going slow, cock twitching with want. I pull out and she whimpers, wiggling her hips. “More,” she pleads. “Keep going.”
“Fuck, baby.” I grip my root and hold it tight, dick throbbing, about to finish then and there. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
“Prime… please…”
I snarl and angle myself into her again.
This time I sink faster, filling her with one long thrust. She cries out in pleasure, getting up on her knees and hands and pushes back, moving forward, grinding on my dick.
I hold her hips and moan, praying to everything good and right that I don’t fucking lose it, but I get myself under control, lean forward, tease her perfect tits, and thrust into my wife.
I fuck her slow at first, letting her get used to my size.
She leans back, reaching for me, and I kiss her over her shoulder as I stroke her clit in circles.
She moans into my mouth and again I nearly break.
But when she falls forward, hair tumbling around her shoulders, I fuck her faster, filling her again and again as I spank her pretty-and-pink ass until it’s red with my handprint.
“All fucking mine,” I groan as I fist her hair. “You are all mine, baby.”
“Don’t stop,” she begs. “Oh god I’m so close.”
I pull out and she gasps in outrage. I turn her around, shoving one hand over her mouth to keep her from complaining. Her legs spread and I plunge inside, her pussy so wet it takes me like I was born to fill her. She cries out against my palm as I fuck her like that, rough and grinding into her.
“I want to watch your face as you finish,” I whisper in her ear then bite her shoulder. “I want to see you come.”
“Oh fuck Prime!” She reaches up and pulls me down, kissing me feverishly. “Keep going!”