“My first marriage was a disaster starting with our wedding night. "
"That is what you werethinking?"
"Yes. I don’t want a repeat of that with you.”
“Why disaster?”
“I'm an asshole, like I said, and she… I won’t speak ill of her. I have Lucia and Amadeo because of her, and I failed her.”
I want to know more, but he shifts away from the subject instead.
“I love this dress on you, Matilde.” Our eyes meet in the mirror again. Slowly, he leans closer, his hot breath fanning against my cheek. “I’m going to love seeing it on the floor even more,” he husks right before he lowers his mouth to my neck.
Electricity sparks from that point of contact, engulfing my very being until I could not say where I end and he begins. The fine hairs on the back of my neck stand, and a delicious shudder sweeps through me as my eyes drift shut.
Nico inhales deeply, sucking hard on my pulse point before licking the tenderness away. “That peach fragrance of yours, it’s teased mesince our first dance. Longer than that. Since you told me of your little farm. I wonder how sweet and tart your cunt will taste.”
Shocked but not turned off, his words spawn something deep inside me, a clenching sensation that ignites a frightening and powerful need – lust. I want a kiss. And another and another.
Spinning around, I rake my fingernails along his side, desperate to reach his skin but unsuccessful. I rock up to my tiptoes, attempting to taste his mouth, begging for a kiss.
He rears back for half a second, and my heart nearly crumbles until…
“Fuck it.” The surrender is torn from his lips, and he lunges forward again, capturing my mouth with his, giving me everything I crave.
I may have initiated things, but it’s soon evident who controls this kiss. Nico cups my neck, holding me in place as he slowly devours me, like a dessert he will only savor once. Our mouths meld together, our tongues collide, our breaths intermingle, all of it opening up possibilities of things I never considered.
Filling my lungs seems ridiculously unnecessary when all I want is this. “Breathe, honey,” he rasps at last, his fingers trailing up to my lips. I draw in a quick breath before wrapping my lips around his forefinger. His eyes flash with lust. On a whim, I tentatively lick him. “Yes,tesoro.That's very nice. Suck it now. We need to train these pretty lips.”
I feel dizzy from his commanding tone. I would not dare disobey. Sucking lightly, I lick the salt from his skin, tracing the little ridges of his digit and relishing the hunger in his expression. It spurs on my own, and I’m trembling when he murmurs, “Good girl. How wet are you?”
“I… wet?” I ponder the question before considering how warm I feel. All over. My thighs squeeze together, and arousal drenches my panties. That is what he meant.“Oh.”
My face explodes with heat, causing my husband to smirk. “Let’s find out together, shall we?”
He turns me back around so that I’m facing the mirror. Gently, he pushes my dress down my arms and past my hips until it’s a heap of crinoline and silk on the floor. My corset, lacy panties, stockings and white satin shoes are all that remain.
“So beautiful.” The rumbled words stoke my confidence and desire while his fingers caress my shoulders before slipping downward. He teasingly tugs at the corset’s lacing. “Is this mine to unwrap?” I nod, wanting him to. “Very good. Remember that, Matilde. You are mine. Every delectable inch of your gorgeous body belongs to me.”
The sound of the laces ripping free of the eyelets and our panted breaths fill the small space. He encounters a knot, and vexation fills his face until he pulls his knife and slices through the remaining laces. I can hardly draw a breath. A rush of cool air makes my nipples pebble when he exposes me, tossing the corset aside.
Reaching up, I sweep my hair to one side, wanting no barrier between his heated gaze and my body. Setting his knife aside, he catches my wrist, stroking his thumb over the bracelet. “My little nymph,” I murmur, smiling at the charm.
“Mylittle nymph. Except you’re a fucking goddess, Matilde."
Blushing, I glance down at his knife, and a frown forms. "Nico, there is blood." It's not fully dried, but I would've felt it if he nicked me.
"Sorry,tesoro.I didn't get it cleaned properly."
"Cleaned? You heard those men?"
"I did."
"You killed-"
"Disrespecting the boss's wife? A capo can't tolerate that."
"So, it was about you, not me?"