Chapter 42
MICHAEL
“Elsie!” Sophia rushes for her as soon as the door swings. “You came back!”
Elsie grins as she kneels and opens her arms for my daughter to run into.
“I missed you!”
“I’ve missed you more.” Elsie tugs her against her chest with a palm to the side of her face.
I’ve never known a feeling like this, how two strangers could mean the world to me. Yet here they are, meaning the world to each other too.
My mother stands across the room, her smile wide, her gaze on me, and she nods once.
This is family. This is everything that matters. And I will protect it like my father never could.
She’s in my bed, in my arms, where she’s always meant to be. I stroke my knuckles down her delicate cheek, my cock thick and throbbing as it slowly thrusts inside her. I want to savor this moment, feel every movement, watch her eyes boring into mine as they brim with desire.
“You’re so beautiful. So mine,” I whisper as I pick up one of her legs and spread her open for me, slamming myself deeper.
She groans, arching up her hips and she purrs a little moan. “Yours…always.”
Her eyes grow heavy-lidded, her pussy drenched as I pick up the pace, lowering my thumb to rub her clit.
Her nails claw into my back, and the more I touch her, the more they delve deeper into my skin, like she wants inside all of me. And I wouldn’t resist.
“Harder,” she cries, hands lowering to my ass, pushing me into her.
“Greedy little wife.” I pound into her faster, lips marking her throat, coasting up her ear, my tongue swirling around her lobe.
“Yeah, that’s it.” She swallows her bottom lip, her brows bending in wanton passion.
I rise to my knees, taking her leg straight up across my chest and over my shoulders, slamming my hips harder. Her tits bounce, her hands slipping into her hair.
“I’m taking it easy on you, baby,” I tease, finding her clit and bringing her to the brink before slowing down. “I’m going to make this pussy squirt, then flip you over and fuck you spread open on all fours while you beg for it.”
“Yesss….” Her heavy, erratic moans drown out my voice, and her core clenches, her eyes rolling back.
“I know exactly what my wife likes.” I use two fingers, stroking her clit.
Her toes curl, and I take them into my mouth, sucking and flicking them to the tempo of my fingers, ramming myself deeper.
“Michael…yes…” She meets my hips, gyrating around my dick.
Fuck, she’s damn perfect.
“Look at me.”
And she does, meeting my penetrating gaze as she takes every punishing stroke, screaming my name.
“That’s it, baby. Louder. Show me how fucking filthy you are, taking my cock so good.”
Her eyes start to roll again.
“You look at me or I stop.” And I slow my rhythm to hone in my point.
Her hands fist the sheets, her large tits rocking, those rosy nipples hard and tempting.
“Please…” she whimpers, her body quivering like she’s ready to come.
But I go slower and she mutters in frustration.
“More…”
“Let me hear you say it. Let me hear you beg for your husband’s cock.”
The span of my hand wraps around her pretty throat. Clenching it, I slam harder, my gaze deepening into hers.
“Please, Michael…fuck me faster. Don’t hold back.” She gasps as my thigh rubs against her clit in this position.
I can’t look away from those stunning eyes as I fuck her until she’s almost there, feeling little shudders of her pussy around my cock.
“My beautiful wife. The one I’ve been waiting for,” I tell her as she trembles and screams out my name.
“Oh, God, Michael. I’m coming…” she groans.
I capture her mouth with mine, swallowing the echoes of our love and wanting it to last forever. And when I come, I give it all to her. Because everything I am is hers.
Her body stills beneath me, both of us utterly breathless.
I don’t want to, but I slip out of her and lift her up against my chest. Minutes drift in silence and when she finally looks up at me, she grins.
“Wow.”
“Better be wow.” I grip her jaw and kiss her hard.
She makes those cute little sounds, and I want inside her all over again.
Her cheek presses into my chest, and she lazily draws circles there, while my palms conveniently rest on her ass.
“Are you sure Sophia will be okay after everything that happened?” There’s concern etched in her tone. “I can’t believe your father did that to her, to his own sons…”
She gazes up, staring incredulously at me.
“To you too,” I say. “You mean just as much to me, baby.”
She tucks her hands under her chin and smiles, making me damn near insane.
“When I got that call from you…” My nostrils flare.
“Fuck. It took everything in me not to kill him when I found out what he’d done.
I never thought he’d go that far. Not with Sophia.
But it was then I realized that protecting his secret was the only thing that mattered to him.
He wanted to preserve his reputation, his life.
And sleeping with his daughter-in-law would not only have gotten him killed, but it would have stripped him of all the respect he’d built. ”
The back of her hand feathers down the scar on my cheek, her features fitting with emotion. “What are you going to do to him?”
“We have people looking for Nicolette. Once they find her, we’ll kill him and throw him in the ocean where he’s thrown countless of men.”
She sighs, her mouth tight.
“I know. This is a lot.”
I’ve told her everything that transpired, not wanting any secrets between us. She has to know what she’s really getting herself into.
I grasp her nape and stare at her with devotion tethered to my heart. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry.” A tiny grin slips to her mouth, and it radiates through her eyes. “I love you, Michael. All the other stuff? I can live with that.”
Relief washes over me every time she tells me she’s willing to stay. To have me. I’ve been living under the weight of fear that she’ll up and leave. And sure, I could make her come back by force, but I’d rather her want a life with me instead.
“I want to marry you all over again,” I tell her.
“What?” Shock treads in her raspy tone.
“I want your parents to be there. They deserve that.”
Tears gather in her eyes like a quiet storm. “You’re the sweetest man alive…”
She throws her arms tight around me and practically suffocates me, but fuck, I love every damn second of it.
“Even when you’re a little crazy,” she adds.
“A little?” I tickle her side, and she giggles.
“Fine! Fine…” She tries to push my hand off her ribs, but she’s quite unsuccessful. “You’re a lot crazy. Okay?”
Her laughter is full and free and all things beautiful.
“That’s more like it.” I smash my mouth to hers even as she laughs.
And then I’m laughing too, flipping on top of her, pinning her to my body and molding it to mine, like the half of my heart I’ve been missing.