26. Corruption
Corruption
Iwoke up cocooned in warmth that definitely wasn’t there when I’d fallen asleep.
I slowly peeled my eyes open, lying perfectly still and scanning the familiar layout of Santino’s room.
A tattooed, heavy arm was slung over my waist, his hand resting just below my breast, and one of his knees was hooked over mine, anchoring me in place.
His grip wasn’t tight, but even in his sleep, he held me unapologetically.
Santino lay behind me, his chest rising in steady, shallow breaths that tickled the nape of my neck. His scent was everywhere. The worst part was that it was beginning to feel familiar, like a comfort that was far scarier than any threat he’d ever made.
My breath hitched. How the hell did this happen? Did I sleepwalk?
I curled my fingers into the pillow as awareness of other certain body parts spread.
He was rock-hard against my ass, and I bit my lip, stifling a moan as I shifted a fraction and felt him press against me.
My body was already betraying me by letting me sleep in his arms, but this…
this unrelenting need that infected my blood and made me ache and squirm was downright unfair.
I turned my head just enough to glimpse his face over my shoulder, which didn’t help at all. His tousled black hair looked soft and inviting. His long, dark eyelashes fanned over his cheeks, and the hard lines of his bone structure seemed softer in the morning sun. He was gorgeous.
His arm tightened around me, and I snapped my head back into place so he wouldn’t know I was awake. His chest rose, and he exhaled a contented sigh against my neck, making my skin pebble. When his fingers flexed against my ribs, I held my breath and squeezed my thighs together.
“Buongiorno,” he mumbled sleepily, nuzzling into me and pulling me closer until my back was flush against his warm chest. I stared straight ahead, eyes wide and pulse racing as he subtly rolled his hips into me.
“So… I’m in your bed.”
I felt him smile against my neck. “You’re in our bed.”
“Funny that… I wasn’t last night.”
“No. You ran away, so I carried you back to where you belong.”
“I didn’t run away.”
“You did.”
I huffed. “Well, didn’t you see that as a sign, and the fact that I was sleeping in a guest room, that maybe I needed some space?”
“From me?” he teased. “Why? I’m delightful.”
“You’re intense.”
His smile widened. “A positive adjective. Finally. We are getting somewhere.”
“Trust you to see that as a compliment.” His fingers slid across my stomach to my hip, then began caressing the skin beneath my T-shirt. A breath stuttered past my lips as I tried to ignore how good it felt. “Just so we’re clear, you’re not opposed to kidnapping me in my sleep either?”
“Not at all.”
I rolled my eyes and tried to throw the covers off me so I could sit up. He didn’t let me.
“Don’t go,” he muttered, pressing me harder against him so I could feel every inch of him.
I bit my lip and closed my eyes as my body hummed with longing.
“Relax, Ribellina,” he whispered against the shell of my ear before he placed a soft kiss below it that made me shudder with pleasure.
“You’re my wife. We cuddled. You said you liked being cuddled. No laws were broken.”
“You break the law every day.” I sounded too breathless for a woman who hadn’t moved a muscle.
“I like breaking rules. But I think… so do you,” he husked, his fingers travelling lower along my hip, toying with the side of my underwear before caressing my thigh. “It feels so good to be bad. Don’t you agree?”
He rolled his hip again, pressing his now impossibly hard cock against my ass cheek. I bit my lip so hard I swear I tasted blood. Damn, he was good. I could feel my grip on reality slipping into lust-filled fantasies.
“Depends on the consequences.”
His lips trailed down the side of my neck, peppering it with kisses that had me melting against him. Big mistake. That only made the ache between my legs intensify to a volcanic level.
“What if the consequences are that we both start our day in a really…” He reached for my hand and guided it behind me until it came into contact with his pierced dick. I gasped at how big, heavy, and firm he felt. “…really good way.”
He let go of my wrist and reached around me, his fingers softly stroking my clit through my underwear.
I moaned, twisting my head into the pillow as my fingers curled around his length, unable to stop myself.
The groan he made when I started moving my hand in time with his fingers was so fucking hot that I nearly exploded three seconds in.
“I bet my rebel is so wet,” he growled, licking and nipping at my shoulder as our pace quickened.
Yeah, I was because I knew I shouldn't be entertaining this, yet that just made it hotter. I needed to come. Badly. Just being around this man was the most intense foreplay.
As long as I didn’t have sex with him or kiss him, this wasn’t crossing any new boundaries, was it?
“Do you want to know what will feel really good, Ribelle?”
I moaned, my ass grinding against his cock as my hand worked it. “Probably not, because I already know it will be one of your filthy, terrible ideas.”
He chuckled and playfully bit my shoulder. “My piercing can vibrate.”
I let out a pathetic whimper.
Oh, my fucking God. How did I not know that was a thing? I think I just orgasmed a little at the thought.
“Want to find out just how good that feels?”
“I’m not having sex with you, Santino.” There. I’d said it out loud. Put it out to the universe, so it had to be true.
He kissed my shoulder and smirked. “I’m not having sex with you either, Arianna," he mocked. "Not until you kiss me.”
“Then how—”
“Let me show you.”
I closed my eyes and nodded, knowing I was already going to hell, so I might as well go on good vibrations.
“Keep your legs together.”
He replaced my hand with his, and then I heard a soft buzz, barely audible unless you listened hard enough. My heart pounded, and my pussy clenched in anticipation. He gripped my hips, pulling my ass higher against him, then pushed his cock between the gap in my thighs. Holy shit.
He groaned as I moaned, and he thrust, angling my hips so the head of his cock and that buzzing piercing rubbed against my clit.
I gasped. My fingers gripped the bedsheet, and I hid my face in the pillow as he kept thrusting slowly over my damp underwear.
His hands gripped my hips harder, his breath hot against my neck as he started panting, each steady thrust taking me closer and closer.
This was so… bad. And insanely hot. We were basically having sex without having sex, and my God…
he’d ruin me if I ever let that thing inside me.
“More?” he groaned.
I didn’t know what more he could do, but I nodded anyway. He hooked my underwear over his dick so we were skin to slick skin, my pussy coating him with my wetness. I gasped, and he swore at the feeling as he slid through my thighs again, this time tighter and more intense.
“Oh, fuck,” I cried as a feral growl rumbled from his chest, and he thrust faster, rubbing himself against me.
When he wrapped his arms around my body, his hands slipped beneath my T-shirt to play with my tits and tease my nipple with his fingers.
I was already shaking with pleasure. I was so close to begging for more, for him to inch back a little further and slip inside me on his next thrust that I had to physically bite my tongue.
"Cazzo. Senti cosa mi fai, Bella Ribelle,” he breathed against my neck between bites and sucks on my skin. “I can’t wait to be inside you. To fuck you just like this and feel this pussy taking every inch. Sei incredibilmente perfetta.”
He tugged my nipple between two of his fingers, biting down on my shoulder. I came so hard that I shook and jolted in his arms. He held me tighter, thrusting between my thighs and against my clit. Then he was coming too, with a deep groan. I could feel his hot cum filling the front of my underwear.
We fell still, with only our heaving chests moving.
He held onto me, and I was too blissed out to escape.
I expected the shame to crash down around me, but surprisingly, I didn’t feel any.
Yet. I was still riding that insane high he'd just caused, but I knew there was plenty of time for me to spiral.
We didn’t have sex. We didn’t kiss to prove there were real feelings here.
As long as I didn’t cross those two boundaries, I was safe.
I could still come back from this. I could still get a divorce and leave this man without my heart being broken, when he undoubtedly screwed my father or me over.
A few slip-ups were bound to happen when my husband was this attractive.
I was a woman with needs after all. A woman whose morals were clearly not as black and white as I used to believe.
Santino slid out of my underwear, then turned off the vibrating barbell. He released me from his hold and leaned up on one elbow, peering down at me with a cheeky grin. “You're welcome, wife.”
I buried my face in the pillow and groaned. Such an arrogant asshole. “Do not read into that. I was just horny.”
“Oh, I already am. I’m taking it as ’I’m feeling on cloud nine because my husband, who I can’t resist, has a vibrating dick and a charming personality. Now I'm ready to have a glorious day together, falling madly in love.’”
I snorted with laughter. He threw the covers back and climbed off the bed, heading towards the bathroom with all the swagger of someone who had just emptied his balls to start his day. The realisation hit me as I watched that tight, sexy ass disappear around the door.
“You slept naked last night!” I yelled, outraged.
“Si. I always sleep naked. You should try it. It’s a proven scientific fact that it’s better for you.”
“Better for you how?”
The shower started, and he poked his head around the door. “Reduces stress, helps regulate your body temperature, and it’s easy access for my insatiable wife.” He winked and then disappeared.