Chapter Sixteen-Nico
CHAPTER SIXTEEN-NICO
I didn’t make it to our bed.
Far as I got was one of the outdoor sofas that sat around the pool deck. With a voice command, I close the roof, wanting more privacy. Wanting to be alone with my wife.
I already locked down the security feed right after I found that motherfucker peeping on my Anna. I’d talk to her later about swimming in the nude without me here.
Right now, I’m beyond words. All I want is to bury my dick inside her hot cunt. So, I sit down with Anna in my arms and on my lap.
We’re both dripping wet, but I don’t fucking care. I grab her by the insides of her soft, juicy thighs and I lift her up.
“Hold my cock,” I grunt, and she does, placing it at her entrance.
Then I drop her, impaling on my dick, and she takes over.
My wife is so fucking hot. She bounces up and down on my dick, and I am mesmerized. I don’t know where to look.
Should I stare at her glorious tits as they jiggle with every move?
Or the ecstatic expression on her face, lips parted, eyes at half mast, cheeks flush?
Or the sight of her sweet pussy moving up and down on my cock like she was born to do just that?
Fuck.
There is no other choice, I take it all in.
I take her all in.
Every bit of her. And I make it a part of me.
“Anna,” I groan her name, taking control by grabbing her hips.
Up. Down. Again and again. I relish every trembling move, every vibration and flutter that tells me just how close she is to coming all over me.
I can’t wait. I need her. I need all of her.
“Jesus, Rosebud. Hear that. Listen to how wet your pussy is for me,” I say, and the slapping sounds of our bodies fill my ears, and they’re sweeter than any symphony.
“Tell me I can have you whenever I want,” I say, pulling her down and grinding her into me.
I have my hand around her throat, and I force her eyes to mine.
“Y-yes,” she whispers, eyes glassy with unfinished passion.
She looks drunk. Or high. And I like that. I like that she’s drunk on my dick.
So eager to please, so willing to be mine. Her total submission is at my fingertips, and it’s what I want.
Well, it’s a start.
“No more distance. This starts our marriage. Right here. Right now.”
She nods.
I rock harder, thrusting my hips up.
“You’re mine, Anna. No one else gets to see you, hear you, or touch you.”
“Who? What are you?”
I shake my head.
“No one else. Tell me you understand.”
“No one else,” she says, nodding her head in agreement.
“Good, cause if anyone even tries, I’ll kill them,” I growl .
And instead of slapping me or pushing me away, horrified by my own dark admission, Anna proves how perfect she is for me.
She starts to come. Her pussy tightens. Her eyes roll back, and her mouth opens on a long moan.
I don’t hold back.
I follow her into sweet oblivion. I slam my mouth to hers, claiming her lips, and I come harder than ever before.
After a few moments, when I can move again, I carry my sweet wife to the shower beside the pool and rinse us both off. Then, because she winced a little, I carry her back to the pool.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Well, I figure you were in here cause it relieves some of the pressure you feel from the baby,” I say, and she nods, biting her lip.
She looks so damn cute when she does that.
“What are you doing home so early?” she asks.
My eyebrows raise.
“Would you rather I come home late?”
“No! I mean, no, I like having you home,” she replies, and her cheeks turn pink.
Fucking adorable .
“I like being home, too.”
“Here, you were floating before, right? How does this feel?” I ask, moving to stand behind her.
I tuck my arms around her, supporting her weight on my chest while the rest of her just floats freely. Anna smiles, and my heart almost stops beating.
Goddamn.
I’ve never been the cause of anyone’s smiles.
Screams? Sure. But not smiles. Not like hers.
The woman has a smile that knocked the sun right out of the sky. I like making her smile. I want to do it more.
Her palms press down on the tops of my hands, and I think she’s going to push me away, but she doesn’t.
She is clinging to me. To me. Like I am something worthy of her.
Fuck, I want to be.
I am humbled. I am in awe. And suddenly, I have a new addiction.
Fucking Anna is an addiction I know I have. I mean, for months before I saw her in person, I obsessed over her. Then I touched her, and I was ruined for anyone else.
I just can't get enough of her. The taste of Anna. The sound of her. Goddamn, her moans call to me. I replay them in my mind .
And I imagine her tight, sweet heat squeezing me. My fingers flex against her flesh, and she sighs and nuzzles my arm with her face.
The pool water is at a comfortable temperature. Cooling from all the stifling heat, but not cold.
But I don’t care about the water. I only care about her. How she feels in my arms as I rock with her in the pool. I have a natural slat filter, so I know there aren’t any chemicals that could harm her or the baby.
“This is nice,” I say, and she hums her agreement.
Truthfully, it’s as close to relaxing as a guy like me can get. Anna does that for me. She gives me peace.
This woman is everything. She's the home I didn't know I needed. That missing piece of me I wasn't sure I'd ever find.
But I did find her. Here she is, and I need her, and I want her. I covet her and our baby boy. She makes me want to be better for the both of them.
She makes me want a life beyond the dark. It’s a dream I have had seldom in my life. But I have had it.
Only, with her, it doesn’t feel so far away. With her, it feels possible.
“What are you thinking about so loud over there?” she asks, and I can see by the glint in her whiskey eyes that she’s teasing me.
“I’m thinking I got everything I want right here,” I tell her, holding her gaze.
I see surprise, shock even, then something else. Something rare and beautiful. I see hope, and my chest feels tight.
“What is it, Rosebud?”
“Nothing, I mean, well, I just wasn’t sure if this was something you wanted or something I forced on you.”
Forced on me? Is she serious?
Does this sweet beauty feel guilty?
Does she think she tricked me into marrying her or something?
Fuck me.
That’s exactly what she thinks. I can see it on her face.
“Anna,” I say, helping her stand and turning her around to face me.
I grip the base of her neck with one hand and hold her cheek with the other hand.
“You are all I ever wanted,” I admit.
“W-what are you talking about? I only met you because of Sammy’s debt to you,” she whispers her brother’s name .
“That’s true, but not how you think. You see,” I say, daring to tell her something.
Something real.
“I only allowed Sammy to ring up a bill so I could have you.”
“What?”
“I’m a powerful man, Anna. I run a tight organization,” I say, even though I’m still feeling raw about that fucking sleazy security guard who watched my wife swim in the nude.
“I don’t lend money without doing research. Sam had nothing to offer as collateral. But I saw a picture of you, and I wanted you.”
“Y-you tricked me? My brother? You let him gamble just so you could fuck me?” she says, and fuck, I see devastation in her eyes.
“No. Well, yes. But not how you think. Not so I could fuck you once and let you go. If you hadn’t run, I wouldn’t have been able to stay away.” I admit.
She doesn’t know the half of it. The way I stalked her. My invasion of her privacy. And I won’t tell her any of that.
“You wouldn’t have been able to stay away? What are you talking about? Why?” she asks, and I can see she is serious.
Fuck .
Doesn’t she know?
“What do you need me to say, Anna? That I want you. I do. That I’d do anything to keep you? That I’d fucking kill for you? Cause I will,” I say, and my chest is heaving.
“Nico—”
I can’t let her finish because I don’t know what she is going to say. And it scares me.
Me.
I’m the fucking boogeyman, and this little slip of a girl scares me half to death.
“I’m not good with words. I didn’t go to college. I’m no fucking Shakespeare, but I’ll treat you good. And I’ll protect you with my life.”
There it is. I spell it out for her. And now I’m frozen.
Half-frightened out of my mind that she’ll shove me away and tell me to get lost.
I won’t do it even if she does.
It’s not even a question.
But if she says that to me, if she rejects me , I’m not sure I won’t lose my fucking mind and I already killed one man today.
My beautiful wife looks down, and I have to relax my hand to allow the movement.
I do. And I wait .
Finally, she lifts her pretty face to mine, and her eyes are glittering with unshed tears.
“I don't need you to give me poetry, Nico. I just need you,” she says.
For the first time, my wife lifts her face to mine, her tiny hands around my tattooed neck, and she pulls me to her for a kiss.
And it’s everything.
I need Anna to want me like this.
To cling to me. To know she can come to me for anything.
For support.
For pleasure.
For protection.
I just want to keep her safe, to make her feel good. To keep her. Period.
“You ready for a shower now?” I ask, and she nods.
Hugging me to her one more time.
Fuck.
She feels so good. So soft and warm.
I hold her hand and help her out of the pool. I walk slowly, carefully so she doesn’t slip on the tiles.
“You have nice hands,” she murmurs, tracing the skull tattoo on my right one.
“You like my hands?” I ask as I hold her robe open for her.
She slides her arms into it and I wonder what she would say if I told her I murdered our security guard with those same hands just a little while ago.
Would she hate me?
Would she regret letting me touch her?
I really don’t know. But I can’t regret my actions.
Anna is mine, and an insult to her is one to me. I’ll let neither go unpunished. Everyone will get the message. They’ll all know.
My wife is not to be fucked with.