Chapter 18
CHAPTER 18
Sofia
“ D o you need another towel?” Alba asks, trailing after me.
I continue to squeeze the water out of my hair into one of the towels she has already handed me. “No, thank you. I’m fine.”
“I don’t want you to catch a cold, ma’am.” Her voice is full of worry. “It’s too cold to be in the pool.”
That is exactly what I need, to stay submerged in freezing water for hours. If that’s what it takes to get over this relentless need for Nero, I will gladly toss myself into the ocean and sink all the way to the bottom.
The magnetism only grows with every touch.
“We just have to get it out of our system.”
Nero had moaned those words to me as he fucked me on the hood of his car a few days ago, but it’s obvious to me that our attraction isn’t going anywhere. We should have really put in effort into keeping our hands to ourselves.
One taste of the forbidden fruit and nothing is enough anymore.
Everywhere I turn, Nero is there, dragging me into a dark corner and kissing me like his life depends on it. I knew I was in trouble when he fingered me under the table during dinner with my husband’s family two days ago.
“I’m going to take a shower.” One that will hopefully be cold enough to finally get my body temperature down to noncombustible.
“Okay, ma’am.”
I hurry into the bathroom and turn the knob with a deep sigh, pressing my back to the door. My legs still feel like rubber from the orgasm Nero gave me a few minutes ago.
I fling off the towel wrapped around my waist, then peel the wet swimsuit off my body. In my mind, I’m imagining how his large hands made quick work of the ties holding the suit together.
“If you rip it, I’ll kill you, Nero,” I had warned him when he had dragged me to the back of the pool house almost an hour ago. “When are you going to have enough of my ripped and stolen underwear to make you satisfied?”
“If you stopped wearing them, then I wouldn’t have to rip them.”
“You want me to go about my day without panties?” I gaped at him.
“Easier access.” He had shrugged even as his mouth pressed hot kisses into my throat.
“We are supposed to be ending this, not creating easier access.” I moaned as his tongue circled the shell of my ear.
“What you should be doing is less talking , Princess.” He nipped at my jaw.
I glared at him. “And what would you be doing?”
“This.” And then he took the swimsuit down all the way till he was on his knees.
“Oh God,” I had moaned. “What do you think you are doing? Anyone can see us here. We don’t have time for that.”
His dark eyes flashed. “If anyone comes out here and looks at your delectable body, they will lose their eyes.”
I snorted. “You can’t say things like that.”
“I mean every word, Princess.” The look in his dark eyes had made me shut right up, because it was a look that told me clearly that he didn’t make threats, he made promises, and he really was a man of his word.
“Fine,” I had agreed impatiently, hips already twitching. “Just hurry up.”
A wolfish smile had curved his lips. “A meal like this is meant to be savored.”
And he had done just that. Spreading me open with his hands, one of my legs thrown over his shoulder and me trying not to alert everyone in a ten-mile radius that I was having my soul sucked out of my pussy.
I sigh and lean back into the tiled walls of the bathroom, fingers sliding from my shoulder down to cup my breast as I remember what happened after I had cum with Nero’s name on my mouth. I had barely had enough time to catch my breath before he had sprung to his feet and turned me around, cheeks kissing the wall.
“You’re going to have to be quiet for me. Can you do that, baby girl, or do I need to get that mouth to work?”
A groan had slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it. “I can be quiet.”
“I don’t believe you.” One large hand had grabbed my ass and squeezed. “I think you’re going to be a bad girl and scream for me. You’re going to drip all over my cock and beg for more.”
“Nero!”
“So which one is it?” His index finger had brushed over my soaked pussy, “Are you going to be a good girl or a bad girl for me? Remember, good girls get love making and bad girls get fucked, hard.”
I had bitten my lip, knowing exactly which one I wanted, and he had let out a bark of laughter that rumbled through me.
“Spread your legs for me, Princess.”
A second later, he pushed deep into me till my eyes had been rolling to the back of my head. And then his hand slid up my stomach and cupped one breast.
I open my eyes when I realize that the heel of my palm is pressing against my clit and I’m moaning shamelessly. Thank goodness I managed to lock the bathroom door. I raise one leg up to the shower bench, then I begin to pinch and roll my nipples in my hands, pleasure shooting down my spine and making me shiver.
Foam sluices down my body, making my skin extra slippery as I glide my hands all over, torturing my nipples.
I make a desperate sound as I feel the dampness spread between my legs. Even after the two orgasms Nero gave me earlier, I’m still burning with desire at just the thought of the things he had done to me.
How he had fucked me into the side of the pool house, uncaring about passersby. I reach back and squeeze my ass, then wince at the flash of pain that tingles up from the spot where Nero’s hands had slapped against my flesh repeatedly.
I’m sure he’s left a mark or two, or more. No matter how many times I complain about it, Nero still always leaves marks all over me. It’s the height of carelessness and what’s worse is that I like it.
The other day, I had stood in front of the mirror for hours brushing my fingers against every single mark he had left on my body.
I glance down at the large red spot on my left thigh and smile. I clearly recall how his mouth had clamped over that spot while he had eaten me out earlier.
“Nero,” I whisper to myself as I stab two fingers into my welcoming heat.
I throw my head back at the sensation, my breaths coming in faster and faster. Biting my lip, I begin to fuck my fingers into myself, rocking my hips and moaning at the feeling. It doesn’t feel quite enough, and I wish it’s Nero’s thick fingers inside of me.
Bracing one hand against the wall, I squeeze my eyes shut and imagine him standing right there with that glint in his dark eyes.
“You’re such a naughty little thing,” he would say. “So needy and desperate and greedy for more.”
“Yes!” I cry, reaching up with my thumb to circle around my clit.
My pussy is so wet that my fingers slide in and out without any difficulty, and the wet sounds of them moving inside of me makes my cheeks heat up. It sounds so dirty and obscene. A good mafia wife shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be fucking myself on my fingers thinking of my husband’s childhood friend.
“Nero,” I pant, breasts bouncing as I increase the speed of my thrusts, thumb flying over my clit lightning fast. My wetness is running down my thigh and creating a rivulet on the shower bench. That’s how horny I am.
“So close,” I grit out.
“Cum for me, Princess,” I imagine Nero whispering into my ear, and that’s all I need to fall apart. With a choked sob, I shatter, panting hard as the orgasm tears through me with all the intensity of an earthquake.
“Oh God,” I moan as my body continues to ride out my orgasm. By the time my body stops twitching, I find myself on the shower bench, feeling completely drained. Three orgasms in less than three hours will do that to you.
I step under the spray of the shower and allow the cool water to beat against my skin for a while, washing away all evidence of my extracurricular bathroom activities.
By the time I step out of the bathroom, I’m ready to crawl into bed and sleep the rest of the day away.
“Hey, baby.”
I whip my head to the side in shock just to find my husband smiling at me.
“S-sebastian,” I stammer. How much of that did he hear? Did he hear anything? “What are you doing here?”
He pushes away from where he’s standing and approaches me, hands behind his back and then he brings his hands into my view with a flourish. “Surprise.”
I stare down at the small box in his right hand wrapped with a cherry red bow and then shift my gaze to the bright red rose in his other hand.
“What’s this for?” I ask, eyebrows inching up to my hairline.
He leans forward and brushes a kiss over my cheek. “I was thinking today and then I realized that I haven’t been giving my new, young bride a lot of attention.”
Oh, God, no .
The last thing I need is my husband’s attention anywhere near me. The only reason Nero and I have been able to get away with so much is because my husband doesn’t pay me any attention. And I’m not quite ready for this thing with him to end.
“Oh, it’s alright. I know you’re a busy man and?—”
“No,” he cuts in, shaking his head. “It doesn’t matter how busy I am. I may be the head of this household, but you are the neck. If I continue to neglect the neck, the entire head will fall apart.”
My smile is small and strained. “Thank you, I’m sure what you got me is wonderful.”
He laughs. “You haven’t even checked what it is. Here, let me help you.” He grabs the rose, and I watch as he carefully tucks the long stem behind my ear, eyes soft.
The only other time I remember my husband being like this is on our wedding day. So, what the hell is going on right now? I have to discuss this with Nero and know what is happening before I end up putting my mouth in my foot.
Sebastian unwraps the parcel and then opens it. I gasp as a diamond fountain necklace comes into view.
“It’s beautiful.” I stare at it. I’ve always liked pretty jewelry and clothes, but the necklace my husband is currently fastening to my neck is something else. It’s on a league of its own in the world of jewelry.
“You look stunning,” he smiles, brushing his mouth against the back of my fingers. “Get dressed, we are going out for dinner. It’s more of a business meeting, but wear something pretty.”
I keep my smile fixed in place until I hear the door shut behind me, then I scramble for my phone and type a quick, panicked text to Nero.
A moment later, my phone starts ringing.
“What’s going on?” I ask as soon as he answers. “Does he know? How did he find out? Is he going to kill me?”
“He doesn’t know. Trust me, Princess. And even if he did, I won’t let him touch you. I don’t want you worrying. I’ll be there with you at the dinner meeting, and you’ll be fine.”
I gulp, feeling for the row of diamonds at my neck. Despite Nero’s words, I still have a bad feeling about the entire matter. Something is happening and I can’t afford to let my guard down.
“You promise?”
“I promise.”