Chapter 26
Sofia
It had been a week since we were freed from the bunker, and while I was damn glad to be home, I missed having Miles to myself.
I didn’t ask, and he didn’t volunteer what was going on, but from brief comments he’d made, something big had happened within the Wolfe organization, which was taking up a whole lot of time to resolve.
Riley didn’t know either. I’d spent every day with her, volunteering at the crisis center, and she was just as frustrated as I was at the lack of time Kai was spending at home.
The difference was, I was fine with not knowing; I was used to not being in the know when it came to mafia business, but Riley despised being kept in the dark.
Each day, I returned home to an empty house, cooked myself dinner, and then spent the evening getting acquainted with the piano. I didn’t mind being alone so much when I got to play; I was a little rusty, and every time I hit the wrong key, I was glad no one was there to witness it.
Muscle memory was a wonderful thing, though, and after several evenings of constantly playing, I was making it through full-length pieces with only one or two mistakes.
Despite Miles not being home much, my fears that everything would return to how it was before we left the bunker were unfounded.
The first night after I returned home, I’d gone to sleep in my bedroom, only to be woken by him carrying me down the hallway to his room, where he demanded that from then on, I was to sleep next to him, followed by him fucking me into oblivion.
Every morning, before he headed off to do God only knew what, I was woken up with either his tongue lashing my pussy or his cock inside me. After he’d made me come at least twice, he’d kiss me goodbye and reassure me that he would be home as soon as he could.
It was usually the early hours of the morning before he came home, though, long after I’d gone to bed. But I can’t say I minded being awoken to Miles’ mouth kissing a path down my body as he whispered how much he’d missed me.
Like every evening for the past week, after I’d eaten dinner and cleaned up, I sat in front of the piano. I warmed up my fingers and vocal chords with some exercises before hitting the first few notes of the song I was learning to play.
The film, ‘A Star Is Born,’ had become one of my favorite movies from the very first time I watched it. Maybe it was because I’d often imagined what it would be like to go from a nobody to someone everyone saw, or maybe it was the heartache that came with the film that made me love it so much.
Or maybe it was because Lady Gaga was in it, and I adored her voice.
Whatever it was, I was determined to learn the song, ‘Remember us this way.’ It was a song that reminded me of my mama, and I didn’t know why, but I was missing her a lot of late.
Perhaps because Rafe had reached out a few days ago to say his trip to New York had been extended by a couple of weeks, and I was missing him more than ever.
Reading the sheet music I’d had delivered to the house, I started playing the first few notes, my fingers gliding over the smooth keys, and the lilting music filling the living room.
I’d been practicing the song for hours at a time over the last three days, and every time I played, my precision improved. I hadn’t sung while playing yet, but tonight, I was determined to sing the first verse and chorus without any mistakes.
Losing myself in playing, I lost track of time. I’d pulled all the blinds to block out any distractions from outside and put my phone on silent so I could focus solely on the music.
It took several attempts to nail playing the first verse and sing at the same time, but despite my frustration, I persevered until I’d perfected it. Once I was confident, I focused on the chorus, playing it over and over until I got it right.
Deciding to have a shot at putting them together, I started playing the opening notes and cleared my head of every single thing except for the keys I needed to play and the lyrics I needed to sing.
When I finished the last note, an enormous grin spread over my face. I’d hit every note perfectly on the first go. If only the rest of the song would be as easy. But before I could think about turning the page to start learning the next set of notes, a deep, familiar voice spoke.
“That was incredible.”
I swiveled on the piano stool to find Miles standing in the doorway. The top two buttons of his shirt open, and his hair was ruffled where he’d been running his hand through it.
He’d decided to let it grow after I’d told him I liked him with longer hair during one of our rounds of chess, and my fingers twitched with the need to run through it.
“Thank you. I didn’t think you’d be home until later,” I replied, tracking him as he prowled toward me, a dark, devious glint to his eye.
“We got things wrapped up sooner than we thought. Besides, I tried calling you about a million times, but your phone kept going to voicemail. I wanted to make sure you were okay,” Miles said, sitting next to me when I slid over on the stool to make room for him.
“Do you always wear sexy pajamas when you’re playing the piano? ”
His eyes traveled down my body, lingering on my chest where I wasn’t wearing a bra under the tank top. Nor was I wearing any panties under the shorts. A path of fire spread through my body, heading straight to my pussy. Fuck, I loved it when he looked at me like that.
Like I was all he saw.
“I put my phone on silent so I could focus. But, you do know there are plenty of guards outside you could have ordered to come check on me?” I replied, failing to hide my amusement. “And for your information, I like wearing pajamas when I play; normal clothes can be too restrictive.”
Miles slipped the strap of my top down before leaning forward to kiss my shoulder. “Damn good job I didn’t send one of the men in. If they’d seen you looking like this, I would have had to pluck their eyeballs out.”
I giggled, throwing my head back to give his mouth better access to my throat, my shorts dampening as his kisses moved up to my jawline. “That’s funny coming from the man who said he wanted to fuck me in front of an audience.”
To my disappointment, he pulled away, smirking. “That’s different. If someone is going to see my wife naked, I want them to see the man who owns her. I want them to know who the only man is that gets to eat her sweet pussy and make her come.”
“I’m not naked.”
“Not yet, you’re not.” He yanked my top up and over my head, leaving my breasts exposed. “Any objections if I fuck you over this piano, Mrs. Wolfe?”
Holy hell.
He’d never called me Mrs. Wolfe before, and while he’d called me his wife in the past, it had never made me feel like I belonged to him the way it did when he called me that.
“None. Just don’t break it,” I whispered, doing my best to ignore the way my heart constricted.
If I didn’t already know it, it would have been this moment that I knew, undoubtedly, I was in love with my husband.
“I’ll be gentle.”
“I hope not.”
Standing, he grabbed me by my hips and lifted me onto the lid of the piano, the notes plinking and plonking as he moved my feet and placed them on the keys, spreading my legs wide enough for him to stand between them.
“You want to know what I’ve been thinking about all day?” he said, sliding his hands up the outside of my thighs, reaching the waistband of my shorts.
“What?” I replied, already breathless with anticipation.
He tugged my shorts, and I lifted my ass enough for him to pull them down.
His gaze dropped to my pussy, and his tongue poked out to swipe across his bottom lip.
“How delicious your cunt is.” He leaned forward to place a light kiss on the inside of my thigh.
“How fucking incredible it feels when it clenches around my cock.”
He kissed the other thigh, and I could feel myself growing slicker. God, I needed his tongue on me.
“Please,” I moaned, gripping the edge of the piano lid.
“Please what, Jailbait?” he teased, swapping back to the other thigh before lightly sinking his teeth into the sensitive flesh.
“Make me come with your tongue.”
His hot breath brushed against my sensitive core. “Seeing as you asked so nicely.”
He swiped his tongue up the length of my slit, reaching my throbbing clit and flicking it.
“Oh, God.”
Miles moved his mouth away from where I needed it the most. “What did I tell you about saying anyone else’s name but mine?”
“I’m sorry…I just, I love it when you eat my pussy,” I replied quietly, a flush covering my face with my candor.
He chuckled darkly and began to undo the remaining buttons on his shirt. My mouth watered when he yanked it off, and I allowed my gaze to roam over his sculptured abs and those damn piercings that turned me the hell on. “You’re right, clothes are restrictive.”
Returning my grin, he lowered his pants and boxers, freeing his cock. He kicked them off before placing his hands on the inside of my thighs, pushing my legs further apart, and making more plinks come from the piano. “Let’s try this again.”
He dived face-first into my pussy, taking my clit between his teeth and gently tugging before lapping at it as a mash of random notes came from the piano.
“Oh, fuck, Miles!”
“That’s better. Now be a good girl, and come on my face.”
With a sharp tug, Miles pulled me so that my ass was almost hanging off the edge of the lid, held only in place by his strong arms. He lowered his mouth to spear my entrance with his tongue. “Fucking delicious,” he rumbled, his words muffled.
Sliding back up to my clit, I dropped my head to look down upon him feasting on me. He’d moved one hand from my thigh, and from the way his arm was moving, I knew he was stroking himself while he fucked me with his tongue.
Holy shit, that was hot.
“Miles, I’m…gonna…come,” I whined, my orgasm suddenly gathering momentum.
“Fucking right you are,” he hissed, causing the piano to make more incoherent sounds as he increased his pace.
Giving in to the urge, I reached down and grabbed a fistful of his hair, holding his mouth against my pussy. With several more flicks of his tongue, my orgasm collided into me like a torpedo, and I threw my head back and released a scream.
Miles lapped and lapped at me, drinking up every drop of my come, and when he shoved two fingers deep inside me, I barrelled straight into a second, more powerful orgasm.
Boneless, I barely registered him pulling me off the lid until my ass landed on the keys, and the piano let out an almighty dong. Positioning me with my feet resting on the stool and my ass balanced precariously on the keys, he grasped my hips.
“You’re going to have to stay still and let me use you, Sofe. If you move too much, you’re going to slip.”
That was all the warning I got before he thrust inside me, his fingers digging tightly into my skin as he held me in a brutal grip. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, helpless but to stay still and take him.
With every thrust, the piano groaned, the mismatched musical notes combining with our pants and needy moans.
“Fuck, I love this pussy,” Miles breathed against my neck.
It took all my effort to stop myself from declaring my love for him, and I managed to bite my lip at the last minute. Things were going so good between us, I didn’t want to ruin it by scaring him off with feelings I didn’t think were reciprocated.
His teeth sank into the crook of my neck, and as he sucked, I knew I’d be left with a mark. Not that I minded, I’d grown to like seeing his branding on me.
That mark was followed by three more as he trailed a path down to my breasts, and I arched my back a fraction to push my nipple into his mouth.
“Miles, please…I need to come again,” I moaned as my pussy clenched around his cock.
Without breaking our connection, he pulled me onto his lap as he sat on the stool, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“Ride me, Jailbait. Take what you need.”
He slammed his mouth against mine, our tongues battling for dominance. My hands moved to his muscular shoulders, and gripping them hard, I began to move my hips, using my hold on him to slide myself up and down the length of his shaft.
“I want to do this in the club,” I panted, chasing my orgasm. His fingers dug harder into my hips. “I want everyone to watch you fuck me. I want them to know I belong to you.”
I couldn’t stop the words from spilling out. Every time I thought about Exotique, my mind conjured up images of Miles and me on the stage, watched by a crowd as he fucked me in a variety of different positions.
There were no words to describe just how badly I wanted it to happen.
“Fuck, Sofe,” he gritted out as he used his grasp on my hips to bounce me harder on his lap, his pierced cock continually hitting that spot deep inside me that drove me wild. “Tomorrow. Tomorrow night, we’ll go. I promise. Now, come for me, ‘cos I can’t hold on much longer.”