16. Kaz
Marco is dead,and I should call his family. I should start planning his funeral. He got hit when the ship exploded. He went under, drowning. He was long gone before either Domenico or I came to our senses. I blame myself. I was the one who turned when I heard the gunshots, trying to go back and help Domenico. Marco followed me, getting closer to the ship. But I can’t. Not tonight. I can barely think straight. I’m breathing in the scent of Caelia’s skin, but my mind is too far gone to pinpoint what it smells like. All I know is that it’s heavenly. My cock is throbbing under her bare pussy, knowing that I won’t be able to stop if she doesn’t take my advice. I’m not my bastard of a brother. I don’t want to hurt her. But I won’t be gentle tonight, either.
“Fuck me,” she says, looking me in the eyes before standing up.
I watch her, confused for a second, until she undresses. I want to ruin her. Tonight is not a good night for me. I need to clear my head and give her what she deserves, not what I need. As she stands naked, her cheeks flush. Looking away, she bites her lip. Standing up, I grab her face and bring her mouth to mine. Her taste makes me forget about my guilt and everything else that has happened lately. There’s nothing else more important than her at this moment. My body is vibrating with need. I push her onto the desk, kissing her neck and sucking her nipples as she tugs at my hair. I bring my chair closer and lean back, watching her body displayed naked on my desk. Mattia’s desk. Her husband’s desk.
She holds my gaze as I place my hands on the inside of her thighs and spread her legs.
“So fucking beautiful.” My voice sounds foreign even to me.
“What are you doing?”
She pushes against my hold. I assume that Mattia never bothered to lick her pussy until she became a trembling mess. Fuck, he didn’t even bother to kiss her. Settling myself between her legs, I trace her slit with my tongue. She’s so fucking wet already. For me. Not for him. She can fight me on this, but I will have my way. Placing my hands on her ass, I bring her closer to the edge of the desk while I bury my tongue and feast on her like I’m starving. Caelia clenches her fingers on the edge of the desk, mumbling something incomprehensible as my tongue slips inside her, and I lick and suck on her clit until she cries out. Her hips lift off the edge of the desk, and she falls back immediately, unsure of herself.
“Ride my face, Wildfire. I know you want to.”
I lift my eyes to meet hers. I press my tongue on her clit, not moving until she’s going to take what she needs from me. The fact that Mattia was such a screw-up works in my favor. I can give her everything he didn’t bother. Caelia moves one hand into my hair, keeping me in place. I smirk shamelessly as she lifts her hips, grinding against my mouth. I’m slowly coming to my senses. I’m angry. Grieving. But none of this is her fault. My heartbeat is slowing down as I push a finger inside her, feeling her stretching as I add another one.
“You all right?” My voice is hoarse. She nods, her hair covering half of her face. “Look at me,” I ask. She does what she’s told. “If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so.”
This might not be real for her, but it is for me. I’m eating her pussy on the desk of her husband. My twin brother. And I feel no remorse about any of it. I keep my eyes on her while I lick circles around her clit, fucking her with my fingers. I’ve been thinking about this since before I met her. It’s been fucking torture to go to sleep in the same bed night after night after I made her come on my fingers, moan in my mouth, and rub her ass against my cock like she needed more. I want to take things slowly with her, for whatever reason I can’t precisely comprehend. I want her ready and needy. I want her to crave me like the air she breathes. Like I crave her.
“Fuck, I?—”
She swallows, her head falling back and her lips parting. I’m as good as gone when she bites her lower lip, a deep moan escaping her throat.
“Do you want me to stop?” I tease her.
“No, fuck. I ... Yes ... No ... Oh, God!”
“Which one is it?”
I bend my fingers in her tight pussy, breathing in her arousal. This woman is going to be the death of me. I will die a lucky man if my life ends like this. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, her entire body quivering.
“Don’t stop.”
“You’re not allowed to come until my cock’s inside you, Wildfire. Not until I feel your tight pussy stretching around me, taking me as deep as you can. Begging for my cum.”
I stop. It takes all my willpower to do it, but somehow I manage. She looks at me with wild eyes, blinking like she’s coming down from a high.
I stand up, unbuttoning my slacks. She’s still splayed on the desk, but her face goes blank.
“What’s wrong?” I frown, caressing her thigh.
“Nothing.” She shakes her head, looking scared.
“Something’s wrong. What is it?”
She purses her lips, trying to decide if she can trust me or not. She has no reason to do so. I know that.
“Is this how it’s going to be again?”
She’s talking about something Mattia used to do, but I have no fucking idea what.
“What are you talking about?”
“Are you going to bend me over your desk and fuck me with your clothes on, like you always did?”
“No.”
I would despise myself if I reminded her again of something he used to do to. If I put her through that pain again. The need to be inside her is running too deep in my veins to think about undressing, but I stop and take off my tie. Caelia stands at the edge of the desk, reaching out for me. I have to assure her that her worst nightmare will not repeat itself. Taking a step closer, I cup her face and kiss her.
“Undress me,” I ask her. She slowly unbuttons my shirt, her fingers trembling. “I need you to tell me when something bothers you, whatever it is.”
I can’t guess. I gathered a lot of information about Mattia. I have studied him for years to become him. But their marriage was always a closed book—or so it seemed—because of Sevastyan. I’ll drive myself crazy wondering how many things I could’ve known about her had I taken the matter into my own hands.
“It might be more criticism than you can handle.” She smiles, nibbling at my lower lip.
“I’m tougher than I look,” I promise her, smirking.
She pushes the shirt down on my shoulders, kissing my chest lightly, more gentle than anything I expect from her. It’s gentler than Mattia would deserve. All he had to do was treat her right. I let the shirt fall to the ground while Caelia moves her fingers on my slacks. She unzips them, and the sound is loud in the room, reminding me I’m doing something I shouldn’t. I step out of my shoes and clothes. Caelia is taking her time, bending her legs around my waist, pulling me closer to her as she’s sneaking her hand inside my boxers, grabbing my cock. I gasp in her mouth when she circles the tip with her fingertip, gathering the precum like I’m a horny teenager. I undress completely while I can still think straight.
“Do you want me to come on your cock, husband?”
“Fuck, yeah.”
She slips her tongue into my mouth, guiding me between her legs. I can barely keep my eyes open, but it’s an image I want to remember for the rest of my life. This perfect woman spread naked in front of me, rubbing her clit with the tip of my cock and moaning in my mouth as if she had forgotten about all the hate she carries inside her. I clench a fist in her hair, tugging just enough to force her to open her eyes. I’m not moving a muscle until she aligns my cock at her entrance and smirks. I push the tip inside, making her lips part and her eyes flutter. She anchors her fingernails between my shoulder blades as I slide a little further. Her pussy is wet, stretching to adjust around my cock, grinding on it. My forehead falls on hers, my cock deciding that this is where it could live for the rest of my life. I don’t argue.
“Own me,” her voice breaks.
I gradually sink into her body, slow and painful. I pull out, fucking her with half of my cock. She knows what she’s asking for. I warned her not to do this tonight.
“Please,” she begs me, eyes rolling.
I give her a hard thrust that makes her cry out. Her nails dig into my skin, drawing blood. It only makes me harder.
“You’re mine, Caelia. You have no idea how much it turns me on to look at you and know you’re fucking mine.”
It’s taking all my self-control not to bend her over the desk as he used to do and pound into her.
“I’m yours,” she moans, grinding against me.
It’s all it takes to send me over the edge. I know that it’s a lie. My vision gets blurry as I bury myself inside her while she welcomes it all. She’s biting my shoulder so hard that I think she’ll leave me with scars. She draws blood, and she licks it. I grow into a steady rhythm, the desk moving back and forth on the wooden floor.
“That’s it. You belong to me. Take my dick like the fucking good girl that you are.”
I get lost in the moment. Our bodies are slick with sweat, but I’m not even close. She wraps her legs tighter around my waist, breathing heavily into my ear.
“Fuck,” she whispers, biting my earlobe.
Her pussy pulses around my cock as I slide in and out of her. I can feel her winding up with every thrust, her body shivering slightly. She’s so damn perfect.
“I want you to come for me, Wildfire.”
The sound of our bodies slapping together reverberates throughout the entire room. Bending my head, I circle my tongue around her nipple, sucking and biting until she’s a panting mess.
“God, oh, my?—”
My moves grow chaotic, fucking her so hard that she lets go of my waist and lays down on the desk. I watch as my cock slips in and out of her, bringing me so close to the edge that my vision goes blurry again. Her pussy is dripping, and her tits are so round and perfect. I grip her throat, thrusting inside her at a steady pace.
“You’re ruining me,” she says, letting out an exhausted laugh.
“This is just the prelude.” I take a moment to look at her and smile, not wanting to be disconnected from her and to remind her too much of her husband. “You’re so fucking perfect, Wildfire. You feel like goddam heaven.” Her cheeks flush. “You look so beautiful now, with your pussy all stretched out, struggling to take my cock.”
I bottom out as she squirms, her slick pussy soaking my dick. I can feel it. She becomes tighter and more slippery as she convulses around me, crying my name. Not my name. His name. Her husband’s name. I hold her close, kissing her neck, shoulders, and lips as she calms down. My entire body is captured in bliss I have never known as I fill her with my cum. I pulse inside her until there’s nothing else left.
Exhausted, I bury my face in the crook of her neck, licking the sweat from her skin.
She might have said his name, but it was me fucking her. It still doesn’t sit right with me. But she has given me more than I ever expected, especially after I found out what he did to her.
I still don’t know what her endgame is.
But I will figure it out.