“Please what, babe?”
“Please take me, fuck me, ruin me. I don’t care. J-just… do something,” I damn near scream.
“Fucking love it when you beg for it.”
Crack.
My scream rips through the air once more before he pulls almost all the way out and slams back inside, his grip tightening to stop me from surging forward on the bed.
All conversation subsides. Our moans and grunts of pleasure, along with the slapping of our skin as he takes me hard and fast, are the only things that can be heard.
Releasing my hip with one hand, he skates it up my spine, making my entire body shudder as he pushes me closer and closer to release with his brutal thrusts.
He undoes my bra, and the fabric falls away from my body and makes me moan.
Wrapping my hair around his fist, he drags me upright and pins me against his chest, his breath racing past my ear and making my nipples even harder and my release surge closer.
His fingers find my clit and I groan his name as he plays me, finally pushing me over the edge.
“Theo,” I cry as wave after wave of my orgasm slams into me.
His moan of pleasure rumbles against me a second before he slams me back down again with his hand on the back of my neck and fucks me so hard through the end of my release that I see stars.
He comes with an animalistic growl not ten seconds later, his cock jerking violently as he fills me.
“Holy shit,” he sighs breathlessly, falling to my side and immediately pulling me into his body.
Our chests are both still heaving as we try to catch our breaths as he claims my lips again.
His arm snakes around my back and his leg hooks over my hip, dragging me closer still.
I gasp when I feel his length pressing against my stomach.
“Again?” I ask into his kiss.
“All fucking night, babe. It’s been a long time coming.”
Pulling back, I look him dead in the eyes. “Did you really hold off until earlier?” I ask, feeling more than suspicious. I know his self-control is second to none, but not getting off while we were sexting? That takes things to whole new levels.
Something flickers through his eyes and I grin, knowing I just caught his lie.
Ignoring the tug of disappointment that he’s still not being totally honest with me, I forge forward. There will be time to fight with him about it tomorrow.
“You’re a liar, Theodore Cirillo,” I hiss. “Argh,” I squeal when I’m suddenly pushed onto my back, my wrists captured in one of his hands above my head, and him between my thighs.
“I’m not,” he assures me. “I never actively got off. But…”
His hesitation along with his confession makes something explode within me.
“I swear to fucking God, Theo,” I growl. “If you’ve been with someone else, I’ll fucking castrate you before I go and hunt her down and make her—”
The most wicked yet unbelievably happy smile appears on his lips as he stares down at me.
“What?” I hiss, focusing on my anger and not his reaction, which threatens to soften me.
“I’ve not been with anyone else, babe. The fact that you thought I could even consider it kinda offends me.”
“Yeah, but—”
He lowers down, his muscles in his arms pulling and rippling in the most delicious way before his warm breath tickles over my ear.
“I came in my fucking pants like a schoolboy, watching you get off in your bedroom,” he confesses.
“Oh my God,” I laugh, all the anger and betrayal that washed through me at the thought of him being with someone else immediately disappearing.
“I was barely even touching myself. But watching you… Fuck, babe. I needed you so bad,” he groans as if he’s still in pain over it all.
“So… what are you going to do about it?” I taunt as he rips my knickers from my body, exposing me fully with my legs wrapped around his back. Tightening my hold on him, I drag him down on top of me.
“Hmm… I’ve got a few ideas.”
He’s back inside me before I even blink, and any concern I might have had about his honesty floats off into nothing as I let him prove that every word he’s said to me tonight is the truth with every one of his actions, his touches, over and over again.
24
THEO
When we finally succumbed to our exhaustion last night, I pulled Emmie’s naked body right up against mine, held her tight for fear she might slip out the second I released her, and fell asleep with a more than satisfied and happy smile on my face.
This girl. This fucking girl.
She’s everything I never wanted, yet everything I never knew I needed.
The image of her on all fours on the bed with my name printed across her arse is something I’m pretty sure I’ll never forget.
For the first time since I last had her in my bed, I fell asleep almost instantly and stayed that way until morning. I probably would have stayed even longer if I wasn’t suddenly woken by a more than a forceful slap on my chest before Emmie tried jumping out of bed.
“Not yet,” I mutter sleepily. “I’m not ready to let you go.”
“That’s cute,” she says, although the hard edge to her tone makes me finally crack an eye open. “But we’ve got an issue… maybe… I don’t know.”
Her words have me more than alert in the blink of an eye, and I push up on one elbow and stare at her.
I’m taken aback for a second by just how fucking beautiful she looks.
Her hair is a mess, and the remains of last night’s makeup still linger on her face along with a more than a suitable amount of stubble rash from my jaw, and her lips are swollen, sending my mind straight into the gutter as I think back to her having them wrapped around my cock at some point last night.
Her brow lifts as she realises that I’m ignoring her issue in favour of checking her out.
“What?” I argue. “My wife is fucking banging, first thing in the morning.”
“Firstly, it’s hardly first thing, it’s almost lunchtime.” My brows shoot up at learning that. It’s not often I sleep later than seven. My body is usually more than ready to hit the gym and start the day. Apparently, fucking my wife until dawn fucks with not only the tight hold I have on my control but my schedule too. “And secondly, look.”
She shoves her phone into my hand and I have to blink a couple of times to make my eyes focus.
Lovell Estate Gangster Found Dead
“Holy shit.”
Worry lines have formed on Emmie’s brow when I look back up at her.
“What’s wrong? Luis was a cunt. Can’t say he didn’t deserve it.” It’s true. The prick has been trying to encroach on our territory with his less than stellar products for years, trying to undercut us, break the rules and generally make a fucking pain in the arse of himself. His daddy died in more than suspicious circumstances a few years ago, and Luis’s superiority complex took over. He runs things in that estate like a fucking dictatorship. It really is no wonder it’s such a hellhole.
Pushing her hair back from her face, Emmie holds my eyes, allowing me to see the torment she’s in right now.
“I… Yeah, you’re right. He’s a prick. But… I dunno, I’ve just got a bad feeling about this.”