I climbed the stairs and headed to my office on the third floor. I had a few things to wrap up before the evening and, truthfully, I needed time to gather my thoughts. That moment in the car with Sienna, when our mouths had barely touched, had aroused me more than I was willing to admit. I needed to gather my thoughts, to sort through what I was feeling, before I had to get in bed with her.
Fuck, it was going to be rough sleeping next to her tonight.
That night, I went up to the bedroom while she was still curled up on the living room couch with a book. Taking care to lock the bathroom door, I turned the shower on full blast and stepped into the hot spray. It pounded against the back of my head, streaming down my face. In the privacy of the shower, I let my thoughts go and did what I’d wanted to do all day. Fantasized about my wife.
I liked control, I always had. As I stroked myself slowly, my mind filled with images of her on her back, her arms tied beneath her body. Her thighs spread, her soft pussy exposed. There would be wet arousal glittering on her entrance, leaking down, wetting the sheets beneath her. I would graze her clit with my finger, making her buck her hips, and she would whimper.
Back and forth, I’d tease her, running my finger over her swollen clit. Until she shook with need. And all that sass was drained out of her, leaving her desperate enough to beg for it.
She’d bite her lip and arch her hips. “Fuck me,” she’d whisper.
“Do you deserve it, baby? Are you a good enough girl to get fucked?”
Her mouth would quiver just once before she spoke. “I’m being a good girl for you.”
Then I’d slide into her tight, slippery pussy and she’d take every inch until I felt her heat from base to tip. Dig my fingers into her dark hair, pin her head back so I could mark her throat with my teeth. Fuck her slow and deep until she came all over my cock. Until she wrung every drop of my release from me.
I jerked back to reality as I came hard, my palm slamming against the shower wall. Pleasure moved through me in a hot wave and stars burst behind my eyelids. Through the steam and swirling water, I watched my cum wash down the drain in an unsatisfactory spiral. God, how I wished I could have spilled every bit inside her, so deep in her pussy it would drip down her thighs the next day.
I washed and put on a pair of sweatpants and went into the bedroom. To my surprise, Sienna was already in bed reading a thick book about ecology. She wore the same t-shirt of mine she’d slept in the night before. Her breasts pressed up against the thin material, her nipples soft beneath it. This time, I didn’t hide how my eyes lingered on her body as I circled the bed and slid beneath the covers.
She tensed and set the book aside. I propped myself up on my elbow and she drew her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. Her dark, wary eyes fixed on me and I could see a war going on behind them.
“Are you alright?” I asked.
“Do we have to…” she faltered.
“No, we don’t have to fuck just because it’s our wedding night.”
She sat for a moment, not moving. “Are you disappointed?”
“I didn’t think we were going to have sex,” I said, stretching out on my back. “You seem to be dealing with a lot of conflicting feelings about me and our marriage. I think you need some time.”
She slid down beside me and, to my surprise, touched my chest with the tip of her finger. “Thank you.”
I looked at her sideways. “We should eventually.”
“I figured it was inevitable.”
I laughed quietly. “You make it sound like some kind of natural disaster.”
“I didn’t mean that. It’s just…it’s clear we both find each other physically attractive, if nothing else.”
“You’ve got an analytical mind,” I teased.
She jutted her chin. “Thank you.”
I took her jaw between my fingers and kissed her mouth. Her lips were warm and she tasted like something sweet and indescribable as she parted for me. Her breath was pure euphoria, mingling with mine. For a moment her body went rigid and then she sank into me, kissing me back. There was a faint roaring in the back of my mind as I tasted the very tip of her tongue, silky and hot against mine.
Chapter Three
Sienna
He tasted like sweet fire on my tongue. I lifted my hand and dug my fingers into his shoulder, almost gulping down the breath from his lungs. Perhaps it was because he was so impenetrable and confusing, so different from any man I’d met. But the moment he offered me a scrap of intimacy, I seized it.
My body craved him and after that sizzling moment in the car, I was too weak to fight my desire. I didn’t love him or have any kind of romantic feelings for him…at least not yet. But, my God, he tasted good and everything in me needed to feel his body against mine. To have him grind his hips against me so I could feel that hard length hidden away beneath the front of his pants.
Then everything else came flooding back and I drew back abruptly. He was the worst thing in the world—a brutal, heartless mafia man. At least, that’s what I’d thought he was and I was determined not to let him sway me in that opinion. A surge of mixed emotions moved through me as I remembered what Brenda had said about the day he’d chosen to marry me. How he’d spent all hours looking at my picture.