Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 125243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
I flip the switch, and the old tube lighting hums to life. It flickers once before it floods the basement with a warm golden light. Her present—the thing I’d go to the end of the world to get for her time and time again—groans when light splinters through the hessian bag thrown haphazardly over his head.
“You survived hell, rebuilt yourself, and came out stronger than ever. You deserve something worthy of that strength. Something solely for you. Something I am so fucking grateful I can give you.”
I move to the badly bruised and battered yet still alive body to lower his shackles so the withering remains dangle as tall as Azra stands. Then I yank off the hessian bag hiding his hideously ugly face.
As her present slowly blinks, adjusting his eyes to the light he’s not seen in days, I watch each emotion that filters across Azra’s beautiful face. Her lips twist, and a heavy line grooves between her brows, but shortly after, the smirk that knocked me on my ass slowly notches her mouth higher, and I know without doubt that waiting for her to find herself again before giving her this gift was the right thing to do.
“Antonio Adami, it gives me great pleasure to introduce you to my wife… and your judge, jury, and executioner.”
Epilogue
Matteo
Almost three years later…
Iwake before the sun. Always do. It’s an old habit from a life built on vigilance and violence. But now, instead of scanning shadows for threats, I bury my head between the legs of the woman sleeping beside me and drag my tongue along the seam of her delicious cunt.
Azra—my wife and obsession—naturally relaxes her thighs as a husky murmur of my name whispers through the room. Her cheeks are still flushed from our escapades last night, and she carries my scent, but I stimulate her clit as if I’ve been deprived of her taste for centuries rather than just hours.
It takes everything I have to keep the pace slow and savory. All I want to do is plunge my tongue deep inside her and fuck her with it until she screams loud enough to wake every guest at this resort. The only reason I don’t is because I have a record to break.
We won’t mention my obsession with her sleepy, love-drunk look she gives me every time she realizes her dream was real, or I’ll bring her out of her post-sex slumber now.
Three years and I still can’t believe she’s real. I still reach out every night just to feel her breaths against my chest and to reassure myself she didn’t become trapped in the depression that almost took her from me.
I used to think marriage wasn’t for men like me. Men carved from the underworld and raised by the rules of the mafia are meant to be too hard and too far gone to believe in monogamy.
But then Azra walked into my life, and every belief I had shattered like glass.
Thank fuck that conception was the only thing that broke.
My girl is strong, and her strength has only grown over the past three years.
With my hands under her ass, I angle her hips so her clit drags past my nose with every subtle rock of her pelvis. Her arousal coats my taste buds, and I growl. My wife is close to detonation, and I’m done pretending I haven’t noticed.
I won’t set a new record this morning, but I don’t give a fuck. The ride doesn’t need to be long to be thrilling. Azra taught me that. She knocked me on my ass with one sideways glance, and I’ve been having the time of my life ever since.
A low, lusty rumble rolls up my chest when Azra’s fingers rake through my hair two seconds later. Her grip is tight, and her tugs add a snippet of pain I’ll forever love.
“Good morning,” she murmurs huskily, her voice a mix of lust and grogginess from just waking up.
“Morning.” I wait for her shudders to ease from the gravelly delivery of my greeting before I curl my tongue around her clit and suck it into my mouth. I have no qualms with her taking off like a rocket, but I don’t want to miss a drop of her juices.
She bucks against my mouth, then tosses her head back and moans when I tease her entrance with two thick fingers. Her pussy loves having something to cling to as she orgasms, and I’m too much of a good, obedient boy not to follow the silent commands of her body.
“Yes…” Azra hisses when I stuff my fingers deep inside her and then furl the tips to stimulate her G-spot.
As I fuck her with my fingers, I do a long, leisured lick up her slit. I lick her clit while moaning through the sensation of her pussy sucking at my fingers.