Chapter 8 Paloma
Paloma
Some time later. . .
My husband and I applauded enthusiastically at the Greenhill Rescue Society Benefit Fashion Show as Rowan walked by, the rich plummy purple of their cape showing off their long, elegant body to perfection.
“Stunning!” Silas called out, and I saw Rowan beam with pride.
“Manipulative bastard,” I hissed at him, adjusting the hem of my diamond-encrusted gown.
“You think I don’t know what you’re doing?
Resigning as Governor, paying for all my friends to get their dream jobs, donating money to all the causes I care about?
You’re just doing it to manipulate me into fucking you. ”
“Is it working?” he murmured, his rough fingers sliding up my back to sink his hands into my hair.
“I didn’t want you to be bothered with all that Governor’s Wife shit.
Life as the wife of a billionaire is more relaxing, isn’t it?
All this luscious money. Think of how you’ve expanded the rescue society.
Renovated quarters, new land. . . And a husband willing to do anything to please you. . .”
I shivered at his touch, at the way I could feel his breath sweep over my shoulder, the tiny little nip as his teeth sunk, just for a second, into my skin.
“No, it’s not working.”
“Little liar,” he chuckled.
If I turned I would see his head of thick dark hair falling over my shoulder, just a bit of silver on the sides, the strong masculine jawline.
“I cheated and you married me for my money. Let’s call it even, sweetheart.”
“Who says we’re even?” I countered. “You’re still manipulative as fuck.”
This man was dangerous. Something about the way he had looked up at me from that cuck chair had rearranged my brain chemistry.
Like he was never going to give up trying to win me over.
“What about you?” Silas countered. “Sitting there with your beautiful breasts and body in my face, because you know it’ll make me break and offer you everything for the chance to get stepped on.
$25,000 additional donation to this zoo for the chance to do something new tonight. Something you haven’t tried before.”
“At least,” he amended, grinning that devil’s smile at me. “I don’t think you’ve tried this before.”
“$50,000,” I said.
“Done.”
He took my hand and put it to his lips.
“$60,000 and you kiss me right now.”
“$70,000.”
“Deal.”
My husband pulled me into his arms, his firm lips over mine, his fingers on my chin, kissing me before all the cream and elite of society. Silas Di Pietro might not be the Governor, but he could still command a massive outpouring of support for the animal rescue society.
Meals on Wheels, free public school lunches, brand new hospitals. This tight-fisted bastard husband of mine was suddenly the world’s leading philanthropist.
I tried to protest, but he murmured, “a deal’s a deal,” against my lips, and I had to agree, melting into his kiss, letting his strong grip pull me closer.
His tongue swept into my mouth as I felt my skin heat up, that decadent rich arousal grow and coil in my belly.
Soulmates?
It was a ridiculous idea. Wasn’t it?
But this bastard wasn’t letting up. Wasn’t letting go. Was it possible he really did love me?
After the show was over, he escorted me into his new Jaguar, then tossed a single sheet of paper over to me.
“What’s this?” I asked as Silas smoothly shifted into gear and we shot off down the road to the massive golden manor, a palace really, that he’d built for me right downtown.
“Just read it.”
“You know what they say about middle-aged men in sports cars,” I said as I picked it up.
He only laughed, those little lines around his eyes crinkling up attractively.
Damn man. No matter how bratty I was, how much I snarked at him, whatever test I gave him, he was still there, horny as hell.
But when I read the piece of paper, I gasped in shock.
“Is this some kind of joke? An update to our prenup?”
“That’s right,” Silas said, his eyes boring into mine as he zipped into our driveway, the automatic gate closing after us.
“But this would give me access to your entire fortune if you cheated. . . even one time! All your companies, stocks, every piece of property you own. You know your shareholders wouldn’t go for this!”
“They have no say,” he shrugged.
“They’ll say you’ve gone soft,” I pointed out. “That you’ve lost your edge.”
My husband got out of the car and came around to my side to open my door.
“I don’t give a fuck. I’m just as ruthless as I ever was—my goal now is for you to love me. And love me forever.”
“I’ll have to show this to my lawyer, but this looks ironclad!”
“Of course it is, sweetheart. Now there’s no obstacles to us being together.”
Something pulled again, deep in my belly, and I couldn’t ignore it this time.
“Think of all my lovely money,” Silas murmured in my ear as he swept me inside, up the marble staircase and down the hall to our luxurious quarters. “All that money I get through being a cold, amoral bastard in my business dealings. Think of all the causes you could spend that money on.”
He kissed the top of my head and I said nothing, but inwardly I was smiling.
It seemed I’d met my match.
If I took all his money, he’d just make another $5 million and offer it up as a love bribe.
Devious, sneaky, manipulative bastard.
When we got in the room, Silas reached into a high cupboard and brought out a silvery package with a big, sparkly gift bow on it.
“Open it, Paloma. Just a little gift to show my love for you.”
I eagerly tore it open. What could this be that I’d never done before?
And as the tissue paper fell away. . . I saw it.
A big, beautiful, sparkly rainbow-colored, top of the line dildo with an attached vibrator and beautiful veins running all up and down it.
“Peg me,” Silas said huskily. “I’d love to generously offer up my ass for you, darling.”
Pure joy mounted so fast in me I felt it fizzing out of the top of my head and I picked the dildo up carefully.
Never—in my life—none of the other guys had ever had any interest–
Silas took off his suit jacket and laid it neatly on the chair, then walked toward our massive bed with the creamy pristine bedspread, pulling at his tie.
My eyes followed the tall, strong lines of his body down to his thick, juicy ass as he crawled onto the bed on all fours.
“I’m not in the mood,” I said tauntingly, but I took one step closer.
He growled over his shoulder at me.
“If you don’t peg me right now—”
“All right,” I said, slapping his ass as I crawled on the bed behind him and strapped the dildo on. “Take your pants off then.”
Silas undid his belt with a clink, sliding his tightly-fitting suit pants over his silk boxers.
“Those too,” I said, slathering lube all over the dildo and failing to hide the throb of excitement in my voice.
His face stuffed into the mattress, he reached both big hands back and slowly slipped his boxers down, revealing the firm muscles of his ass and the heavy cock and balls dangling between his legs.
I pulled his cheeks apart as his asshole puckered and fluttered at me.
“Don’t worry,” I said, and goddamn it, there was an affectionate note in my voice. “I’ll go slowly.”
When exactly had that affectionate tone began to enter my voice?
When had Silas gone from a man I despised to. . .something more?
One day I had simply looked down at the horny face I was stepping on with my shiny black stiletto and realized underneath me was not only a man as big a freak as I was, but a man who was going to do anything to get a second chance.
I put the tip of my thick cock at his entrance.
“Relax. This is going to be hot.”
“It always is,” my husband gritted out, and I couldn’t help grinning, running my hands around the thick cords of muscle on his lower back. Then I began to press into his ass.
Silas gasped at the intrusion, spreading his thighs wider, his hands clutching the bedsheets. His shiny old-gold wedding band shone from his fourth finger.
He’d never taken it off. Not once. The man was as stubborn as an ox.
“How do you like that?” I asked, pausing.
“Deeper,” he grunted out, and I pressed the slick cock past the tight outer ring of muscles as my husband groaned.
I buried my hand in his dark hair while he adjusted to the new position.
“I had to sell the necklaces you gave me to bribe the photographers to catch you and Whitleigh coming out of the hotel room,” I said. “I sold every piece of jewelry you gave me. Even my wedding ring is a fake.”
“The hell it is,” Silas shot back, panting. “I’ve already replaced your fake ring back with the real deal.”
I looked down in astonishment at my ring, the beautiful flower pattern twinkling back up at me.
“How the hell did you know?” I demanded.
“It’s what I would have done in your place,” he gritted out. “Admit it. We just fit together. We’re soulmates.”
I laughed. “Soulmates don’t exist.”
Holding his ass with both my hands, I marveled at the strength in his muscles, the way his asshole was stretching pink and swollen to accommodate the massive fat cock.
I reached around to unbutton his shirt, letting it fall away, revealing the strong lines of his back, the broad shoulders.
His cock was hard as a rock, an obscene scarlet cover, dripping straight down onto the luxury sheets.
“Yes, they do,” Silas insisted, rocking his hips back and forth to take the dildo deeper. “Perfectly matching fucking souls. That’s us.”
“I didn’t even think you had a soul. Or a heart,” I shot at him, my cunt so unbearably wet and aroused watching him take that cock.
“I didn’t either, until I met you. Now I want you to come for me. Spray all over my ass, baby.”
“But—” I protested.
Then he flared his hips and sunk all the way down over the dildo, his ass gobbling it up inch by inch as I squealed in surprise.
“You first,” he growled, jerking his hips back so the vibrator turned on with a buzz, and I felt pleasure engulf me as I gripped his waist and ass and began to thrust back and forth inside him with a dirty wet sound.
Silas moaned. “I’m going to come, baby.”
I fought my own orgasm to see his thighs tremble as I reached my hand around and stroked my husband, base to tip, his ass eating up everything I gave him.
“Come for me then.”
Stars clustered in my vision as I came, squirting all over his ass, his cock exploding in my palm.
I just had to open my eyes to see my pussy squirt out pulse after pulse on him, marking him in a most satisfactory fashion as mine.
We collapsed together onto the bed, breathing in unison, jagged, raw breaths as I carefully drew the cock out of his ruined asshole.
“Looks very pretty back there,” I said, slapping the fluttering hole. “Did you enjoy yourself, pet?”
Silas grunted, then flipped me onto my back, cradling my face tenderly in his rough hands.
“That was hot, brat,” he said, and every word was like a love poem, his dark eyes gleaming at me. “I want you now, Paloma. All of you. I love you so much.”
“Do you want to spank me?” I teased. “As a little treat.”
He snorted.
“It was never about the goddamn spanking. It was about thinking of you just as a prize or arm candy. But I love all of you, Paloma. And I want to spend the rest of my life watching you outwit, outthink, and outfuck me.”
His cock was hardening already, dripping onto my belly, and I kissed him back, winding our sticky sinful arms and chests and legs around each other.
“I love you too,” I said against his mouth. “Bastard.”
He grinned in triumph, slotting his cock at my sopping wet entrance and sliding inside as I arched my back to receive him. “I win.”
“I win,” I countered, as I felt heat grow in my belly again, and he kissed me, our bodies melting into one another and maybe, if this asshole was right, our souls too.
THE END