Chapter 15 | Michael
Michael
Iawoke to the most intoxicating smell. Lilacs and honey drifted through my nostrils, and I burrowed deeper against my wife’s soft skin, longing to embed her scent with mine.
She wriggled her butt into my rapidly hardening cock, and I slid my hand up to her neck, gently gripping her there as she gasped.
“Open your legs, wife,” I commanded, thrilled when she draped her thigh over mine. My cock searched for her wet opening, the sensitive tip finding her from behind as we both moaned.
I slid deep—one long, torturous stroke—claiming her again as I planned to do each morning for the rest of our lives. My hand tightened on her throat, slightly so I wouldn’t hurt her, and I reveled in her resulting purr.
My sexy wife liked to be handled. Dominated. Fucked. Just as I’d known all those years ago...
“Michael,” she whispered, her body bowing as I slid my cock in and out of her tight pussy. Each time I jutted inside her, her slick walls choked me in the most pleasurable vise. Burying my face in her neck, I increased the pace, loving how sensitive the spot deep inside was to my thrusts.
“I love that you can come this way,” I gritted, licking the sweat from her skin as I fucked her.
“Never... have... before...” she rasped, her body undulating against me. “Jesus, Michael, It’s amazing...”
My ego soared, knowing I could bring her such pleasure when I was sure Victor fucked her like the selfish asshole he was. For the rest of our lives, I would spend every day making love to this gorgeous creature. Never would she lack for pleasure. My sweet Bianca deserved to be cherished...
Her slickness coated my cock as her walls convulsed around the sensitive skin, and I clenched my teeth as the base of my spine began to tingle. My balls tightened as I fucked her, my hips lost in a timeless rhythm until I had to let go.
The orgasm ripped through my frame, sputtering into her wet core as I held on for dear life. Her sexy little whimpers surrounded me as we came, and I collapsed over her, enveloping her body into mine.
We lay sated and spent for a while. I nuzzled her neck before licking the tender skin, knowing she’d be the finest taste that ever touched my tongue. My thumb stroked her neck where I still held her, my grip more relaxed as we recovered.
“Need to go jogging,” she murmured into the pillow.
“No, stella,” I said, my hand reflexively tightening on her neck as fear snaked up my spine. “Not yet. We have a treadmill, elliptical and other equipment in the gym, and you’ll use that until it’s safe for you to jog again.”
She turned her head to gaze up at me, and her stunning eyes swam with equal parts anger, trepidation and fear. “So, I’m to be a prisoner?”
I exhaled a slow breath. “I have no desire to keep you chained, Bianca. I only want to protect you.”
Her eyebrows drew together as her gaze drilled into mine. “And that means I can’t leave the house.” Her tone indicated her displeasure.
“Not for now, unless I’m with you. We’ll attend the DeLorenzo wedding on Saturday to make our first official appearance. Otherwise, yes, you’ll be confined to the house until I deem it safe for you to leave.”
“But I left everything behind...I don’t even have a laptop or any money or...anything.”
“Burns will get you a laptop,” I said, frowning when she wriggled beneath me and moved away. “Bianca—”
“I know you have a lot to learn about marriage,” she said, rising and donning one of my robes. If we weren’t arguing, I would’ve commented on how adorable she looked wearing it. Instead, I sat up and sighed.
“But a great first rule to learn,” she continued, “is that you don’t boss your wife around like she’s one of your capos.” She crossed her arms as daggers of anger flashed in her eyes. “I’m not one of your men, Michael. I’m an adult who deserves to make her own decisions.”
With that, she lifted her chin in the regal way I was coming to recognize, and left the room. My lips fluttered as I fell back to bed and pressed my fingers into my eye sockets. “Goddamnit,” I muttered, reaching for my cell phone. “It’s too early to have a migraine.”
Lifting the phone, I called Burns.
“Uh, hello, sir. It’s early. Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I said, glancing at the time. Burns lived on-site, but usually didn’t come downstairs until six a.m. or so. “My wife gets up early to run every day around five a.m.”
“Ah, I see. Should I have the gym prepared for her then?”
“Every morning, yes. Maybe have some smoothies or other things ready in case she wants them each day? I don’t know. And Burns? How quickly can you get a laptop to me?”
“We have some new laptops in the study, sir. I’ll head to the kitchen now and bring one of them.”
“I need it to have a secure VPN so it can’t be tracked.”
“Of course, sir.”
“Thanks, Burns. See you in the kitchen in a few. Please have coffee brewing.”
“Absolutely.”
I tossed the phone aside and rubbed my forehead. I had a long fucking day ahead, and the last thing I needed was to leave Bianca alone, stewing in anger. Rising, I trailed to the shower before heading downstairs to make things right.
Twenty minutes later, I strode into the gym, a smoothie in one hand and a new laptop in the other. Bianca was working out on the elliptical, earbuds in her ears as she watched something on the screen. Approaching her, I waved the smoothie. “Peace offering?”
She scowled, but not before I noticed her eyes light up at the smoothie. Removing the earbuds, she hopped down and took it. Closing those perfect lips around the straw, she sucked some of the green liquid before closing her eyes and sighing.
“Okay, this is good. I might hate you slightly less now.”
Chuckling, I pointed to the laptop. “I have a very busy day, so I’d like to get you set up with this before I leave.”
She eyed it warily as I set it on the nearby workout bench.
“It’s yours, and the passcode is 0719.”
Her eyes softened slightly. “The night we met.”
“Yes.”
She sipped the smoothie. “Why do I need a laptop?”
“In case you want to enroll in college online. I wasn’t kidding, Bianca. I want you to get your degree if it’s what you want. I’ll pay for it, no matter the cost.”
The corner of her lips curved. “I wanted to go to SUNY Albany and get a psychology degree,” she said softly. “That feels like a thousand years ago. I always felt I’d be good at helping people, and psychology intrigued me.”
“Do they have online classes?”
Her smile deepened. “Yes.”
Closing the distance between us, I palmed her cheek. “Then enroll, Bianca. I take no pleasure in limiting your ability to roam free. Nor Alexis’s for that matter, although I doubt she believes me. I just want you both safe.”
“I know,” she whispered, nuzzling into my hand. “But you can’t order me around, Michael. I’m grateful for your protection, but I won’t allow that.”
“Considering I’ve been married for less than twenty-four hours, I’m not quite an expert yet,” I said, arching an eyebrow as she breathed a laugh.
“I shouldn’t have ordered you to stay inside.
” Clearing my throat, I tried again. “Bianca, I think it’s best if you remain in the house until I can guarantee it’s safe for you to jog again. ”
White teeth flashed as she beamed. “Now, was that so hard?” She playfully patted my cheek. “And I see the logic. I just don’t want to be bored to death.”
“I understand. I have a busy day and will be setting lots of things in motion. Give me some time, stella. I promise, I’ll work quickly. I want Victor’s loyalists eradicated as much as you want your freedom to go outside.”
She nodded. “Okay. Thank you for the laptop. I’ll check out some schools today and can also use it to video chat with Alexis.” Rising to her toes, she pecked my lips. “Go solidify your empire so we can return to some level of normalcy. I miss my daughter, and I know you’ll work quickly.”
“I will, sweetheart.” Drawing her close, I pulled her into a passionate kiss, showing her with my lips how much I would miss her; how anxious I was to return to her. “Have a good day.”
I reveled in the hazy desire in her eyes as I backed out of the room.
“Please be safe, Michael.”
I gave her a salute before leaving her to the treadmill, anxious to ensure she wasn’t forced to use it for too much longer...