Willow crawls on to my lap, bracing herself against my shoulders as she slowly lowers herself onto me. I sink into her slick heat, the walls of her pussy clenching around me as she takes me inch by inch. Her mouth falls open with a languid moan, her eyes screwed shut as she concentrates on her own pleasure. I brace her waist, helping her rise and sink on my cock. I moan, entirely enchanted by the sway of her hips and the bounce of her breasts and the flush of her skin as she climaxes.
“Ooh, God,” she whimpers, her pussy pulsing around me. “You make me feel so full, Zane. You’re so—”
I sit up and wrap my arms around her, using the momentum to roll her over and pin her on her back. I thrust into her, kissing her lips and forcing her mouth open with the tip of my tongue. We’re breathless, lost in the feel of one another. The bed creaks beneath us in protest, but I don’t stop. I piston in and out of her, aiming for her sweet spot with every pass.
“Come on, darling,” I grunt in her ear.
“Z-Zane!” she cries, circling my neck to pant in my ear. “Zane, right there! Right—” She chokes on her moan, gasping for breath as she comes yet again.
But I don’t stop. I want her to come undone, and I want to be the one responsible. I crave every inch of her. Every sound, taste, and sensation.
“My beautiful wife,” I growl against the crook of her neck. I drink in her sweet floral scent, nibble at her ear. “My beautiful wife’s so good at milking my cock.”
She drags her nails down my back, probably leaving marks. Good.
“Zane, please…”
I spill inside her with a low moan, pleasure pulsing through my veins as a climax consumes me. We hold onto each other tight, arms and legs knotted together, impossible to let go. She spoils me with kisses on my cheeks, the tip of my nose, brushing lightly across my lips. Pride swells in my chest to see her so thoroughly satisfied.
It takes a few more minutes and a bit more will power before I’m finally able to pry myself from her arms. I tuck her up against me, pressing my lips to the top of her hair, perfectly content to watch as her eyes flutter closed. Willow’s been through a lot the last twenty-four hours. If anyone deserves to rest, it’s her.
I almost curse when my phone dings on the bedside table. Willow stirs, wakened by the sound.
“Go back to sleep, darling.”
“Who is it?” she mumbles tiredly.
With a sigh, I fumble around in the dark for my phone. The screen nearly burns out my retinas when I turn it on. There’s a message waiting for me. Several, in fact—all of them from Knox.
Finally finished the translation.
See attached.
What the hell did you get yourself into?
My brother has sent me several pages of translated text. Several lines immediately grab my attention.
The properties owned by Liana Allegra nee Marrones will heretofore be transferred to the ownership of her sole living heir, Willow Allegra, upon her eighteenth birthday in the event of Mrs. Allegra’s death, as well as the monetary sum of $50 million dollars to be held in a trust account by Mr. Arturo Allegra until the inheritor comes of age.
My mouth must have dropped open because Willow shifts onto her elbow.
“What is it?” she asks with a frown.
“How did you say your mother died again?”
“A car accident.”
“Something tells me it wasn’t an accident.”
I hand Willow my phone so she can read it with her own two eyes. Pure shock washes over her features, her whole body rigid and suddenly cold.
“Holy shit,” she whispers. “We need to show this to Renata.”
Chapter 26
Willow
“See?” I say as I hold Zane’s phone out for Renata to inspect. “I was supposed to inherit everything when I turned eighteen. In the event of my mother’s passing, I was supposed to…”