Chapter 19 | Bianca
Bianca
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Michael arrived home around five o’clock, his expression weary. Worry swished through me at the thought of how difficult it would be to eliminate Victor’s loyalists. But I had faith in Michael, and he’d grown so powerful over the years. If anyone could accomplish the task, he could.
After dinner, we retired to Michael’s bedroom. He tugged off his suit jacket and tossed it to the chair before loosening his tie.
“Do you always wear a suit?” I asked, striding over and unknotting the tie before sliding it off.
“Most of the time. It’s a power symbol. Men are swayed by images of power.”
“And women?”
His lips curved as he reached in his pocket. “I think women are swayed by pretty things, but I’m no expert.” Lowering to one knee, he gazed up at me as he slowly opened a felt box. “Maybe you can tell me.”
I gasped, covering my mouth with my fingers as I observed the stunning ring. It held a beautiful diamond that must’ve been two carats, surrounded by smaller tiny diamonds in a halo cut.
“Michael,” I whispered, shaking my head. “That’s beautiful.”
He slipped the ring from the box and slid it onto my finger. “I’m happy that I don’t need to worry about whether you’ll say yes since we’re already married. I’m sorry it wasn’t in front of a priest. When I finally eradicate your husband’s loyalists, we’ll renew our vows in a church.”
Tears filled my eyes as I pulled him to his feet. Gazing at the ring, I shook my head. “You didn’t have to do this. I already destroyed the credit card you gave me today. If we’re not careful, this will seem like a real marriage instead of an arrangement to solidify your empire and my protection.”
“Stella,” he said, desire entering his dark eyes as he kissed my hand. “I don’t do anything halfway, including our marriage.”
What did that mean? Did he actually have feelings for me? The thought was impossible considering how long we’d been apart. Could young love actually linger that long and turn into something real?
I licked my lips, my body humming at the lust that flared in his eyes. “I want to thank you, but I’m at a bit of a disadvantage. You hold all the power here.”
He encircled my wrist, drawing it to the bulge underneath his dress pants as I gasped. “Mia, you have much more power over me than you know.”
I gently squeezed his cock, reveling in his low growl.
“Can I...” I swallowed thickly, feeling my cheeks heat. “I want to kiss you here...”
He inhaled sharply before resting his forehead against mine. “Jesus, stella. I need to buy you more rings.”
My head fell back as I laughed—perhaps the first truly joyful laugh since Victor had died and my life had been thrown into chaos. Michael urged me toward the bed and slid his fingers beneath my chin.
“I love hearing you laugh,” he murmured, brushing his lips against mine. “Lift your arms.”
I followed his command, my pulse quickening when he tugged off my shirt and tossed it aside. His deft fingers unclasped my bra, disposing of it too before he unbuttoned my pants.
“On the bed, Bianca.”
If it were any other man, I might have bristled at the order, but something about Michael’s gentle domination set my body on fire. I lowered to the soft comforter and he dragged off the rest of my clothes.
“Is that hot little pussy wet?” he asked, touching his fingers to my core as I gasped. “Ah, yes...” His fingers toyed with my sensitive opening as he coated them with the slick that was rapidly forming there.
Once they were wet, he gently slid two fingers inside me.
“Oh, god...” I moaned, remembering how he’d claimed me in the same way all those years ago. “Please, Michael.”
He licked the thumb of his free hand as his fingers moved inside me. Touching his wet thumb to my clit, he rubbed the swollen nub in concentric circles as his fingers pushed deep.
“You’re so beautiful when I’m making you come, stella,” he rasped, his ministrations becoming more rapid as my eyes fluttered. “Yes, sweetheart. Reach for it. Let me make you feel good before you suck me between those pretty lips.”
The dirty words set something free inside my burning frame, and I closed my eyes, arching against his fingers as the climax loomed on the horizon. Michael’s breaths were heavy as he brought me to the peak, and suddenly my back snapped as I dove into the orgasm.
I whimpered as the waves devoured me, every muscle in my body quaking as pleasure shot to every cell. Michael’s name was both a plea and a prayer on my lips as I sighed upon the bed.
Eventually, Michael slid his fingers from my body and lifted them to his lips. He slowly licked away my taste, causing me to bite my lip as I watched him through slitted eyelids.
“A fucking delicacy,” he said, licking his finger one last time. With his eyes cemented to mine, he slowly removed his clothes, the intention of what he was about to do evident in his eyes.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he commanded softly, and I almost came again from the lust-filled confidence in his deep voice.
Forcing my ravaged body to move, I rose and balanced on all fours. Gazing into his eyes, I slowly licked my lips before asking, “Should I kiss you now, sir?”
He closed the distance between us, sliding his fingers in my hair and clenching the thick tresses. His hold was tender yet firm, similar to how he’d gripped my neck this morning, and the slight dominance was an elixir that I never wanted to end. God, I loved being handled by this man.
Only him.
Only Michael.
“You’re going to kiss my cock, and then you’re going to suck it down your tight little throat,” he said, gravel in his tone. “I won’t be gentle, Bianca.”
“I didn’t ask you to be.”
“Fuck,” he whispered, shaking his head as he touched the tip of his cock to my lips. “Who told you you’re bad at sex? You’re a fucking goddess.”
Smiling, I extended my tongue and slowly licked the sensitive head of his dick, loving the resulting hiss that leapt from his lungs. “I’m your goddess.”
“Goddamn right.”
I opened my mouth, inviting him in, and he slid inside. I moaned, swirling my tongue around his sensitive head as his breaths grew labored. His fingers tightened in my hair, and I clenched the covers, looking for a stronghold as he fucked me.
He slid in and out in measured strokes as I swirled my tongue around his smooth skin. His cock was doused with my saliva as he moved, increasing the pleasure for us both.
His fingers clenched my hair as he controlled my head, moving me in tandem with his firm strokes. Eventually, his cock reached the back of my throat, and I opened wider, wanting to please him.
“Relax your throat, sweetheart,” he said, gently pushing. “It won’t hurt if you let me in.”
I opened fully, allowing him to ease past the ring in my throat; reminding myself to remain calm so I could breathe when he pulled back.
“Fuck, stella,” he rasped, drawing back before gliding back inside. “Your mouth will be the death of me.”
He fucked me deep, his eyes glued to mine as he claimed me. Then, before I could catch my breath, he pulled from my mouth and gripped my hips.
“Michael!” I yelped as he flipped me over.
He pulled my hips high, balancing me on my knees before placing a palm on each bottom cheek. Pulling me open, he stared lovingly at my core as I gazed over my shoulder.
Touching two fingers to my wet opening, he gathered my honey and slid it to my puckered little hole. Circling the tight ring, he stared deep into my soul.
“Have you ever been fucked here?”
I shook my head, unable to speak since my body was a mass of frayed nerves.
“One day, I’ll show you how good it feels.” He pressed the tip of his cock to my slick opening. “For now, I’m going to claim this pretty pussy again.”
His fingers tangled in my hair, anchoring me as he thrust forward in one swift movement.
I groaned, tilting my head back as I sucked him inside, squeezing his thick cock with my inner muscles.
“Jesus, you’re milking me,” he gritted, his hips jutting against my ass as he hammered my wet core.
I lowered my forehead to the bed, changing the angle so he had better access. Clutching the comforter, I opened fully to him, allowing him to take what he needed; to take everything.
Indiscernible words left his lips as he fucked me, along with ones I understood like stella, mia and Bianca.
The sounds of our loving echoed in the quiet room, and I closed my eyes, reveling in how full I was.
How much I belonged to him after such a short time.
In some strange way, it felt like I’d belonged to him forever.
“Fuck...” he gritted, his movements frenzied. “Take my come, baby. I can’t...stop it...ahhh...”
He exploded inside me, and I felt the thick pulses of his release as his cock pulsed deep. His essence coated every crevice of my deepest place as he collapsed over me, spooning me as he emptied himself.
Our legs tangled in a heated mass as his sweat-soaked chest rested against my back. His nose nuzzled my neck as his muscles relaxed, joining me in sated bliss.
“How is it like this?” I asked, shaking my head on the comforter. “It’s been over twenty years, but I feel like I...know you. How?”
“I told you that night on the beach, stella,” he murmured, his words vibrating against my neck. “It happens rarely, but when it does, it’s undeniable.”
“I stopped believing in soul mates and happy endings a long time ago,” I said, my voice tinged with sadness.
Michael slid his hand up the bed, covering mine from behind and lacing our fingers. “I never stopped believing in you.” His lips trailed soft kisses across my neck as I shivered from his words.
A smile formed on my lips as he softened against me. Slow breaths turned to soft snores, and I chuckled. My husband loved to sleep after sex, as evidenced by our first experiences. Burrowing into his body, I closed my eyes, and allowed myself to join him.