Wife (Betrothed Book 1)

by Penelope Sky

  Or maybe she just didn’t care anymore. I chose to believe that. “Want to get a drink?”

  “Sure.” She leaned in the rest of the way and kissed me.

  My arms tightened around her waist and pulled her close to me, keeping her warm by chasing away the cold. I breathed fire into her cold lips, made her tits relax under her coat. I guided her to my car next and seated her in the passenger seat.

  The assault had been part of a terrible night that I tried not to think about. But it also seemed to change our relationship. Instead of seeing me as a threat or a dictator, she saw me as a savior. I was the man who protected her, not hurt her. Now she was more relaxed around me, taking down her walls instead of putting them up.

  Maybe it was exactly what we needed.

  I drove to the bar and handed my keys to the valet before we walked inside. With my arm around her waist, I was immediately guided to the best booth in the place, something with privacy but also with the attention of the best server.

  “What are you having?” I watched her peel off her coat and reveal her gray sweater dress underneath. It was tight on her chest and arms, showing off the curves I’d become infatuated with. I could have just driven her home and hiked up her dress, but the parameters of our relationship had changed.

  “I’ll have whatever you have.”

  “Double scotch neat?” I asked, encouraging her to get something else.

  “I can handle it.”

  “I’d rather you not be drunk when we get home.”

  She rolled her eyes. “I come from a family of drinkers. I can handle it.”

  I gave the order, and we were left alone.

  My arm was around her shoulders, and I sat close to her, close enough to kiss her if I felt like it. My fingers brushed the hair out of her face so I could get a better look at her, the piece of art that I alone got to enjoy.

  Her hand moved to my thigh under the table, squeezing me through my jeans. “How was your day?” She spoke in a sexy whisper, adopting a tone a woman would use in dirty talk.

  “Fine.”

  “Fine?” she asked. “That’s not much of an answer.”

  “Do you really want to know?”

  “Why else would I have asked?”

  The waitress brought the drinks.

  I picked up my glass and held it up for a toast.

  She smiled then picked hers up.

  “To good sex and strong liquor.” I tapped my glass against hers before I took a drink.

  She brought it to her lips and tried to drink like a man, getting a rush of it down her throat. She almost choked it back up, but she forced it down into her stomach. She wiped away the drops with her thumb.

  I downed my entire glass and tried not to chuckle at her. “I warned you.”

  She stuck out her tongue and made a disgusted face. “How the hell do you drink that?”

  “Lots of practice. Every day.” My hand moved into her hair and rested on the back of her neck. “And if you want to prove yourself to me, do it in the bedroom. I don’t give a damn how much or little you can drink.”

  “Good.” She made a grossed-out face again. “I think I’m done for the night. For the week, actually.”

  I grabbed her glass and finished it off.

  “Are you going to be able to drive?”

  “Baby, I could fly a plane right now.” I drank all the time, even held my most important meetings over a bottle of the finest scotch. It was a staple of my diet, the next best thing after water.

  “So…you were going to tell me about your day.”

  “Damien and I prepared our next shipment to Milan. Four hundred kilos. Then I had a meeting at the bank. I’m holding on to blood money for the mafia until the dust settles for them. Then I worked out. What about you?”

  She blinked a few times as she absorbed what I’d said. “You shipped out a ton of crystal then met the mafia? All in one day?”

  “And it’s only Tuesday.”

  She stared at me incredulously before she looked away. “My day was pretty boring. Slept in then worked at the hotel.”

  “Not going to work with Gustavo anymore?”

  Her gaze drifted away, and she turned quiet. “I haven’t decided what I’m going to do about that yet.”

  I didn’t open the conversation because I knew it would only dampen her mood. “Want to go to my place or yours?”

  “My apartment is a shithole compared to yours.”

  “But it has a bed—that’s all we need.”

  “But you also have a cook…”

  “You like Helena?” I asked, enjoying her preference for my place.

  “Duh. She’s amazing.”

  “So, you like my place for the sex and the food?”

  “Yep. It’s like a hotel.”

  I opened my wallet and set cash on the table. “Then let’s go. Let me know what you want for dinner, and I’ll tell Helena on the way.”

  “Ooh…this is going to be a great night.”

  Her face was pressed against the sheets, and her smeared mascara stained the off-white fabric. Her cries were muffled as the tears streaked down her cheeks to her lips. Her ass was proudly in the air, her back arched deeply, and her nails dug into my knees.

  Every time my dick moved deep inside her, her asshole tightened. I stared at it as I fucked her, obsessed with every single curve she possessed. I could write a goddamn poem about that asshole because it was so perfect. At some point, I was going to fuck it as hard as I fucked her pussy.

  “Hades…” She gripped my knees and bounced back against me, loving my big cock inside her. She couldn’t get enough of it, addicted to it just the way I was addicted to her. Her cream built up at my base, piling up with its sexy white color.

  My hands gripped her hips, and my fingers dug into her tummy, yanking her down my length as I thrust inside her. My thumbs rubbed against her cheeks, pulling them apart so I could keep staring at that sweet little asshole.

  I fucked her like an animal—and she liked it.

  “God…yes.” We’d been this way for forty minutes, fucking like maniacs. Load after load, we kept going, her pussy dripping with my come. I fucked her like a whore but loved her like a soul mate.

  I could do this for the rest of my life…easily.

  The thought made me slow down for a second, made me consider the gravity of what I’d just said to myself. I’d been in this exact position before, having good sex with a beautiful woman, but I’d never felt something so profound. What made her different? What made her special?

  I didn’t have a single reason.

  There was no reason.

  I just felt the way I did…because that was how I wanted to feel.

  I pressed my palm against her lower back and steadied her as I came, my cock throbbing as I sent another deposit deep inside that tight pussy. Waves of pleasure radiated through me everywhere. I shivered in ecstasy, closing my eyes as I enjoyed her. With every climax, the sensation was supposed to get weaker.

  With her, it got better.

  I pulled out my cock and watched my come drip from her pussy. It was an erotic sight, seeing all the damage I caused to that perfect cunt. Her asshole still stared at me, as if it was begging me to fuck her.

  She relaxed on the bed and turned onto her side, tired and spent from the fucking we’d just done. Her hair was a curtain behind her, and she immediately closed her eyes.

  I went into the shower to rinse off and get ready for bed. I let the warm water flow over me as I closed my eyes. A sense of peace washed over me, a calm reservoir I wanted to drink from forever. The last ten years of my life had been a tidal wave. I was constantly running from one place to the next.

  But now I wanted to stay still.

  When I’d pictured my future, I was either alone or dead. I didn’t expect to live long in this line of business, and if I died, my legend would survive long after I was gone. There were always women in the picture, and as I aged, they stayed the same. Damien was in this visi
on…because I couldn’t picture my life without him.

  But now someone else was in the picture too.

  The sound of the shower door caused my eyes to open.

  Sofia joined me under the spray, tilting her head back so the water would soak into her hair. She naturally arched her back, showing off her flat belly and her slender legs.

  My eyes immediately shifted down to look at her.

  She closed her eyes and ran her fingers through her hair.

  She stole my hot water and interrupted my zen moment, but having her there was much better than being alone. My hands grabbed her slender waist, and I pulled her close to me, getting us both under the warm flow from the showerheads.

  I cupped the back of her head and kissed her, kissed her like I hadn’t just fucked her for an hour straight. I pulled her close like it’d been a week since I’d last held her, since the last time we were close like this. My dick got hard like it’d been forever since I’d last gotten laid. No matter how much I had her, it was never enough. I always wanted more…always needed more. I was pussy-whipped. Obsessed. Infatuated. I was a whole different man because of this woman. I was a man I hadn’t thought I was capable of being.

  And I liked it.

  18

  Sofia

  Weeks passed, and I started to forget about the night Lance assaulted me. It felt like a bad dream, not a real-life trauma. Being with Hades gave me a sense of invincibility, like he would always protect me when I couldn’t protect myself. When Esme asked me if I’d seen Lance, I pretended I had no idea what happened to him.

  That was the truth. I had no idea where his body ended up. Police never came to my street, and when I passed by the alleyway, his corpse wasn’t sitting there.

  It was like it never happened.

  For all intents and purposes, it hadn’t.

  I was standing at the counter when Gustavo walked up to me. He rarely spoke to me at work, doing his best to treat me like any other employee on the property. “Hello, sweetheart. How are you?”

  I’d been distant with my family for a while. The truth took a long time to process, just like when the garbage disposal needed a minute to grind up all the crap I shoved into the sink. My romantic view of the world was quickly being replaced by cold reality. Everything I believed about the world was a lie. “Good. You?”

  “Christmas is next week. Thinking about taking a trip to the chalet in Switzerland. Would you like to join us?”

  It felt wrong not spending the holiday with them, but it also felt strange to leave Hades. Our relationship still wasn’t a relationship to me, but he was the first thing that popped into my mind. Our heated nights at the hotel had stopped, and we spent most of our time at his place. Instead of leaving when the fun was over, I slept over and had coffee and breakfast after Hades already went to work. The fling had turned into something deeper overnight. I didn’t even know how it happened because I’d worked so hard to avoid it. Now I was getting in deeper and deeper…and it would be harder to break it off.

  Nothing had changed, in my opinion. I didn’t want to get married, let alone to a drug dealer.

  Come on, that was never going to work.

  I finally answered him. “Yeah, sure.”

  His eyes lit up with joy because his affection for me was genuine. “That’s lovely. Your mother will be very happy.”

  Yes, she would be thrilled to stick her nose in my business for an entire week.

  “Just so you know, Barsetti Lingerie models will be checking in tonight. There’s a fashion show taking place somewhere in the city. Conway Barsetti is paying for everything, so give them the five-star treatment.”

  “I give all our guests the five-star treatment.”

  He winked. “Good answer.”

  A few hours later, they arrived. Their plane had landed, and the cars pulled up to the lobby. One by one, they got out, looking like they were ready for the runway now. They didn’t seem the least bit exhausted by the plane ride or the drive from the airport. With perfectly styled hair, sky-high heels, and diamond earrings, they were ready to impress.

  I watched them pass, escorted by our general manager. When they approached the desk, we handed over their keys and took care of their luggage. Acting like queens, they swept their hair off their shoulders, expecting everything to be done for them.

  It was a bit obnoxious.

  An hour later, they finally cleared the lobby, and the hotel was quiet once again.

  My shift ended, so I took a cab home. My dark apartment was small and cramped. The dining table was stuffed against the wall because there was nowhere else to put it. I only had one couch because my place was only eight hundred square feet. I wasn’t ungrateful.

  I was just used to nicer things.

  I was used to Hades.

  I opened a bottle of wine and drank on the couch while absent-mindedly watching TV. The only thing I wanted to do was reach for my phone and call Hades, but since my impulse was so strong, I purposely denied it.

  How did I get so attached?

  It was the sex…it had to be. I’d never gotten laid like that in all my life, never stayed wet that long because I was lucky to come even once. He was a manly man, not a boy. I told myself that was the reason…and I shouldn’t blame myself.

  My phone lit up with a text message. Get your ass over here.

  My resolve disappeared because that was all I wanted to do. I didn’t want to sit in this apartment alone with a bottle of red wine for company. I wanted a big, sweaty man on top of me. My fingers wanted to feel the coarse hair of his slight beard. My eyes wanted to look into his as he fucked me.

  Why would I want to be here if I could be with him?

  Come here, or I’ll get you. Which is it going to be?

  I hated being bossed around, but with him, it made me go weak. I liked it when he grabbed me by the hair and forced me to kiss him. When he pinned my arms above my head as he fucked me. When he told me I was his.

  I liked everything…which was why I said no. I’m gonna stay in tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow. I needed to break it up, to eliminate the intensity, to soften the seriousness between us. We were on a dangerous path, and I didn’t want to see where it led.

  I’m on my way.

  Wordlessly, we drove back to his place.

  Music played over the speakers, and the windows were tinted with frost because it was so cold outside. Red brake lights were absent because we were the only car on the road. He hit the gas and revved the powerful engine as he drove through the slick streets, only one hand on the wheel.

  The other held mine.

  His fingers curled around my hand, trapping it with warmth. His thumb gently brushed against my palm, lightly tracing the web of my handprint.

  I turned my head slightly in the leather seat to look at him without him noticing.

  His eyes quickly scanned the road ahead of him as he navigated the city, calmly pushing his car to unnecessary speed. His jawline was so sharp against his corded neck. The shadow of facial hair was noticeable under the glow of the blue light from his dashboard. His eyes had a special shine to them too. He was a beautiful man who could be anywhere tonight. He could be at a brothel, he could in the French Riviera fucking a model, he could be on a yacht off the coast of Greece.

  But he was with me.

  We parked in the underground garage then went to his bedroom on the top floor. He took off his watch and put it in the drawer where he kept all the others. It was always the first thing to come off his body, and it was the only item he actually took care of. Everything else was stripped away and left on the floor for Helena to deal with later.

  Once my clothes were gone, our naked bodies fell onto the bed together, my head hitting the pillow as his face hung above mine. When he’d arrived on my doorstep, he didn’t say a word. We still hadn’t spoken since that moment. The air was full of tension because of it, full of the static electricity that erupted between our bodies.

  His arms moved behind my kn
ees, and he pulled me wide open as he prepared to take me, heavy cock resting on my excited clit. He rubbed nose against mine as he looked at me, his lips brushing over mine like he teasing me.

  My fingers moved into his hair, and I pulled him in for a kiss. The desire he showed me made me feel like one of the Barsetti models, like I was beautiful enough to capture this man’s focus. He never made me feel less than perfect, even when my hair was wet and my makeup was gone.

  He made me feel so damn sexy.

  He pressed on the top of his dick and guided the tip of his shaft inside me. He pushed slowly, sinking into my tightness like it was the first time. A quiet moan came from his lips when he felt my slickness, when he glided inside until his balls hit my ass.

  “Yes…” I closed my eyes and felt my lips tremble against his. My fingers pulled at his short hair, and all the nerves inside my pussy fired off in pain and pleasure. A man had never made me feel so full, had never been inside me without a condom. It was so much better skin-to-skin…especially when I got to feel his come at the end.

  He rocked with forceful and even strokes, shaking me slightly as he kissed me once more. He shoved himself deep inside every time, getting his dick as far as it would go. Sometimes he tapped against my cervix, giving me a wince of pain. But knowing he was in all the way turned me on enough to forget the pain.

  This was my favorite way to be together, when our mouths moved in unison and he rocked inside me. It was slow and tender sex, but he enjoyed it as much as I did. His even breathing gently escalated, his passion and exertion becoming audible.

  My hand grabbed his ass and pulled him into me, my pussy gripping his length like a strong hand. He loved the curves of my body, and I loved all the muscle packed into his frame. He was a strong man, strong enough to beat a man to death.

  “I’m gonna come…” My lips halted against his once I felt the tightness in my belly, the warmth that slowly spread to my extremities in preparation for a powerful event. Every phase of the orgasm was enjoyable—but the end was unbelievable. I started to writhe, holding on to him then letting go because I didn’t know what else to do. My arm wrapped around his neck, and I held on to him as tears stung my eyes, as the wave swept over me and made me scream his name.