He tries to grab my hands and emboldened, I pin his wrists.
Lex’s eyes narrow but he smiles, intrigue lightening his face. “What’s this?”
“Do I own you?” I ask, voice carefully neutral. It’s so damn hard to have a conversation with him fully seated inside of me, my body craving movement. “Are you mine?”
Licking his lips, he relaxes in my hold, leaning against the tub. It gives me a full view of his beautiful body, scars only playing up his attractiveness.
He’s handsome but rough, and sweet, a perfect way to describe the man under me.
“You own me completely, menace,” he purrs, eyes drinking in my wet form. They fasten on where we’re joined. “Everything I am, everything I have, is yours.”
My hips rise, slamming back down only once. Lex doesn’t move his hands to hold me, but his eyes flutter closed. “Do I have your loyalty?”
Those bright eyes open, glaring. “Of course, you do.” He says it like it’s a stupid question.
“Your trust?” I rise up again and slam down, harder. Water sloshes over the edge, bubbles falling to the floor.
He groans, hips bucking as if to get more friction. “Absolutely, little menace.” His jaw strains, fighting the urge to turn the tables. “I trust you with my life.”
That control, that utter faith in me, is heady. I feel it like a cloak along my edges, a blanket of love that doesn’t suffocate but embraces.
No one trusts me to do anything, least of all trust them with their life. Not a man like this, who screams power and control, who runs an entire organization with enemies abound.
He trusts me not to kill him. He trusts me to be here at the end of the day.
Suddenly, I want to be here. I want to see him, day in and out. I want to be the one who gets to see him like this, in the garden with his family, stained in wine and sauce, under me while surrendering to my wants, accepting of who I am.
I rise again, letting him fall completely out of me. He shudders, groaning low in his throat. The sound alone could be considered indecent.
“Do you love me, Lex?”
My husband surges forward, wrapping his large hand into my wet strands, tugging so my mouth is level to his. The look he gives me heats my belly, as my chest heaves, waiting for his words, heart on the edge of breaking into pain or happiness.
“I’ve loved you since you threw your wineglass at me.” He smirks, fingers painfully hooking into my skull. He doesn’t release me, making me see the emotions crossing his face. “When you braved pulling a knife on the most powerful man in the room. You dared to fight me. No one ever fights me, menace. No one. And you continued to do it, never breaking. Even now, you say I own you, that you’re mine, but that’s not entirely true. You’re still your own person. You’re just allowing me the time and space to be here, with you.
“I love you, Sloane Eloise O’Brien. It doesn’t matter if it was only a few weeks, if it was arranged or by chance, my heart is yours. My soul is yours to tame or to break. My body is yours to protect you, to shield you, to be abused by you. Everything I am, is yours.”
He forces his tongue into my mouth, sucking my bottom lip, teeth clashing as we both try to fully consume the other. I steal his breath, inhaling his essence.
He loves me. Alessio De Luca, the most dangerous, powerful heir in the Northeast, loves me.
He doesn’t ask me if I love him. He doesn’t care. He owns my soul, my heart as rightly as he should.
That’s all his needs.
I plop back down, feeling his cock slide back inside me with one thrust. He grunts into my mouth, body tense as I use my knees to move against his length.
He tries to touch my clit, darting under the soapy water, but I grab his wrist.
Pulling back, I shake my head, panting. “No. Let me do this.”
“You want to put on a show for me?” he drawls, eyes heated. “Fine, then. Use my cock like your own personal fucking toy and ride me until you’re screaming my name.”
I smile, face flushed from desire and want. This man and his words.
I run my hands over my breasts, nails raking down their sides, leaving behind red lines. Lex’s eyes follow every mark, watching as my fingers toy with my nipples, causing sparks to surge toward my pussy. My back arches, hair falling back, water rippling as my hips continue to move.
“Fuck, Sloane,” he breathes, letting me set the rhythm and play with myself. Pleasure builds like a hot poker to my gut, wrenching and twisting inside of me. “Use me. Show me what my cock can do for you.”
My pace becomes punishing, slamming into him over and over again. The bite of pain, mixed with the roaring pleasure keeps me going, fueling me on as I take from him.
This is all for me, him letting me do what I want without his interference. His eyes sear me, lips pursued, hands clenching the cooling water. He wants to touch me, to take from me like I am him but instead, he gives me this control.
This is his way of showing me I am his equal. That he can use my body as he wants but so can I.
The pressure builds, body growing tight and uncomfortable. I’m right on the edge, turned on and needing that extra push to finally let go.
“Touch me, Lex,” I breathe, taking one of his hands and pushing it toward my clit. “Please.”
He surges forward, trailing wet kisses over my neck and down to my breasts. His fingers drive underwater, finding that aching spot with ease.
His thumb swirls, twisting along with my thrusts. They grow chaotic, hurried. His fingers move with me, pushing me further still.
“That’s it, baby. God, you’re gripping my cock so tight,” he murmurs into my ear, biting the lobe with a sudden sharpness as I gasp. “You’re so close, aren’t you? You’re going to cum all over this cock and show me how it’s all yours.”
“Fuck,” I curse, throwing my head back. My climax is on the horizon, my body burning up like hellfire is devouring my soul.
I’m so incredibly close, it physically hurts.
He pinches my clit and I scream, body rising higher as his grip holds my hip, thrusting up me in tandem. Thrust, thrust, thrust, I feel him get harder, driving into me with a ferocious need. His fingers pinch my skin, clawing to get closer. He needs this as much as I do, maybe more so.
“Scream my fucking name, menace. I’m yours.”
My pussy clamps down, drawing him in further as I shout. Brightness dances across my eyes, breath rushing from my lungs as my orgasm crashes into me.
He shudders, coming with me on a vicious yell and spent, I drop, body cradled by his strong embrace.
Heaving, Lex holds me still, bodies racked with harsh breaths. “Fuck, woman,” he mumbles into my damp hair. “See? The death of me.”
I laugh, peering over the edge. The entire room is a mess, soaked and dripping, much like us.
“Come on.” Lex pulls me from the cold water, letting me lean against him as he dries me with a thick, fluffy towel. “You should get some rest. It’s been a long day.”
I stifle the yawn, watching as he wraps me, then himself. He doesn’t let me move without him, hand holding firm as we go into our bedroom, room quiet and warm.
“No.” I shake my head, body lighter than it’s been in a while. “If you’re leaving tonight, I want to go with you.”
Lex stumbles, turning to look at me, confused. “No, Sloane. Where I’m going you can’t come.”
“Because it’s business?” I roll my eyes. “My father always kept business from me. I thought with you, as your equal, I wouldn’t be forced to sit in the corner or be left in the dark. I deserve to know what this organization is about if you truly want me as your partner.”
I have no reason to ask. I just had a gun shoved in my face and a mental breakdown in his office. He has no reason to let me into anything even remotely dangerous.
Instead, he tucks a curl behind my ear, bare thumb tracing my jaw.
“You’re right. I want you to know everything. But,” he says, tapping my cheek affectionately and my heart stutters. “You follow my orders, Sloane. No mouthing off. No jumping in. You want to see what this world is about, and you should, but you’ll listen to me. And if you do?” His lips lower to my ear. “You’ll be such a good girl for me. I’ll have to reward you.”
Just like before, I want to follow his orders, I want his praise.
