Chapter 45 #2
The mood lightens. Conversation flows. We talk about the plans for Marco and Sophia’s engagement tomorrow night.
He tells me about Marco sneaking out of the house today to go boxing and then realizing all his brothers had the same idea.
We talk about AJ finally being back in New York, and I grow serious then.
He left straight after the incident with Julian, and other than a message that Julian had gone MIA, I haven’t heard more about my fate.
Thinking about that and everything I’ve shared with Raf tonight, I still feel wracked with guilt for not telling him about my run-in with Alessandro.
However, considering I haven’t had any more chance run-ins with him, maybe he’s given up—or he’s simply biding his time until he can strike again.
Ignoring my intuition, I look down and smooth out the napkin on my lap, trying to do the same with the thoughts running through jagged memories in my head.
Raf reaches over and lifts my chin, his stare heated.
“Do you want dessert?” he asks.
“Mmm-hmm,” I say, a wicked grin forming on my lips before I slide out of the booth and hold my hand out to him. “But not the kind they have here.”
He smirks back and wastes no time in taking my hand, rushing us out of there, not even stopping to pay, just telling Joey to put it on his tab as we make our way back to the lot where his driver is waiting.
He opens the door for me and I slide in, and before I know it, he’s joined me.
He slaps the privacy screen button, and before it’s even fully up, he’s hauled me into his lap, working his hands under the skirt of my dress and pushing it up my legs so I can straddle him.
Our kisses are hungry, laced with urgency, reverence, and the promise of so much more.
Raf slides his hands over the curve of my ass before gripping me and encouraging the roll of my hips.
“When we get home, I promise you we’re going to have ourselves a dessert smorgasbord,” he says, peppering kisses across the swell of my breasts, heaving with anticipation at the rest of his command.
“But I am a very fucking impatient wolf, and I need one of my wife’s pretty orgasms as a taster right now.
So you’re going to rub that beautiful, wet cunt all over my hard cock,” he says as he holds my hips down to add even more friction.
“Yes! Right there.” I moan as he finds the perfect point of connection. I’m so wet, there’s no doubt his pants are going to show the telltale signs of my arousal. My clit is pulsing. Hard. Fast. Insistent. I want to chase the feeling as fast as I can. I move to increase the tempo.
“Uh-uh-uh,” he chides. “Slow and steady baby.” He’s setting the pace, rolling my hips against him over and over and over again until that delicious slow burn catches fire and it feels like a strike of electricity shooting through me.
“Yes, yes, fuck, yes,” I say, breaths ragged, and I arch my spine and throw my head back, giving in to the white-hot explosion that detonates from deep within.
He tangles his hand in my hair and holds me there, licking, kissing, and nipping at my neck as I ride out my climax.
“That’s it angel, make a fucking mess all over me, because when we get home, I’m going to paint every fucking inch of you.”
“Raf…” I breathe into his neck, limp against his body.
“Hmmm,” he says into my hair, his fingers stroking my back.
“If I find out that Victoria comes anywhere near you, I’ll rip her fucking hair out.”
He rumbles with laughter beneath me.
“Oh baby, I have no doubt. You may be a Princi by marriage, but that’s Gigioliotti blood running through you, after all. You sure you don’t want to try the old gun outta the Chanel tote trick?” he quips.
“Don’t fucking tempt me.”
“She’s not worth going to jail for, sweetheart.”
“Lucky I’m married to a lawyer then, huh?”
Moments later, we pull up in front of Raf’s home, and I quickly climb off his lap and fix my hair and smeared makeup as best as possible.
It’s pointless. If Raf’s driver had any idea of the debauchery happening in his backseat—or notices the wet patch at the crotch Raf’s black slacks—he doesn’t let on.
I start to walk towards the front door, but I don’t get far before I’m being scooped up bridal style.
“Raf! Wh—” I gasp as he strides towards the front door.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, wife, but I do believe we got married and I never carried you over the threshold.”
“Oh baby, there’s always a way to correct your wrongs,” I assure as he quickly keys in the code to get in and walks us towards the bedroom. I leave wet kisses all over his neck, working my way up over his Adam’s apple, lips, and along his jaw.
Setting me down at the foot of the bed, he wastes no time unzipping me, my sequined dress pooling and catching the light, creating a disco-light effect on the ceiling. I go to take my shoes off.
“Leave them on,” he commands as he unbuttons his shirt, and I do, stepping in close and pushing the shirt off his shoulders before unzipping his trousers and dragging them down his body along with his boxer briefs, lowering my body as I go so I’m crouching on my heels, and his thick, rock-hard cock is right in front of my mouth.
“Let me make you feel good,” I say before swiping my tongue over the swollen head, leaking pre-cum.
“Please,” I add breathily, kissing my way back up his body while softly dragging my fingertips down the backs of his toned ass and thighs, watching as goosebumps rise and fall on his light golden skin.
I walk him back to the bed. “Lie on your back,” I command.
He looks at me, contemplating if he’s going to let me stay in charge or not, but complies.
He looks like a king on his back, hands behind his head, cock jutting up between us as I crawl up his body, placing featherlight kisses up his abs, to his sternum, before detouring across his strong chest to swirl my tongue around his nipple.
I pause and give him a faint smile before pursing my lips and blowing air on the wet spot to make it peak.
I peer up at him as I take the tiny bud in my mouth and drag it through my teeth firmly.
His jaw tightens and a low growl rumbles in his chest. I hold his blazing gaze but he doesn’t flinch.
“That’s my good husband,” I murmur, before I do the same to the other one.
His lips curl up on one side as my praise washes over him.
A wicked promise. No words needed. I understand full well as he allows me to kiss and mark his body that he’s currently playing the role of a wolf in waiting.
Ultimately, he’s going to make me his prey.
The thought alone has my nipples stiffening and the dull throb between my legs intensifying, but I’m intent on calling the shots, even if it’s only as a ruse for who’s really in control.
I continue my descent, using my tongue to trace to the ridges of his abs, along the deep indents of the V running either side of his thick cock jutting up proudly.
I kiss around the base before pushing back so I can and lick his underside from his asshole to the tip.
I swirl my tongue, once, twice, three times, then slather the rest of him, enjoying the sound of his choppy breathing.
I kneel between Raf’s legs, taking a moment to have my fill of the incredible body underneath the designer suits he wears.
Firm muscles tell of his commitment and dedication.
Hard chest and strong arms I want to hold onto me and never let go.
But right now, I don’t want him to worry about his role as protector.
To care if he’s acting responsibly or in the best interest of the firm or the family.
I’ve come to realize the weight he shoulders as the eldest and successor to Princi Law & Associates.
He simply squares his shoulders, lugging his father’s expectations, and shouldering those of his siblings as the one they turn to for advice and guidance.
He’s following my every move, his mussed hair and licorice-colored eyes a stark contrast with his pristine white sheets.
I lean forward and hover my full, heavy breasts over his erection.
I run my tongue up the underside and around his head again, and he hums his approval.
His eyes never leave mine as I hold his stare.
His gaze is like molten lava, like any minute now he might erupt.
Then I softly drag the stiff peaks of my nipples along the same path I took with my mouth and tongue, and he groans at the sensation, his hands shooting out from behind his head so he can run them down the sides of my body until he’s palming my hips and ass and thighs, squeezing and kneading.
The stability of his firm hold allows me to use my hands to squeeze my breasts together, enveloping his hot, hard erection between them.
“Fuuuucckkkk,” he curses low and throaty.
I love that I get to see the man underneath the suit of stoicism. The one toeing the edge of reason as I work to tease him right over it.
With my knees up against his toned ass, I squeeze his hot length between my breasts, searing an invisible brand into me. I lean as close to his face as I can get.
“Tell me, Raf,” I say slow and controlled, just above a whisper. “Did your ex-fiancée ever titty fuck you as good as your wife?”