"That's it," he praises. His other hand cups my breast as he jerks his hips back and forth. There is nothing I can do but take what he is giving me, and I gladly do. Loving that I am giving him pleasure in a different way.
I whimper around his cock when he gives my nipple a small tug. I try to close my legs, needing pressure on my throbbing clit, but Z stops moving mid-thrust.
"Did I say you could move?" I peer up at him through my lashes. "You stay still and let me take what I need." Holy crap. I moan around his cock. I don't know if he meant for his words to turn me on; likely, the man knows my body better than I do, but I swear it gives me a mini orgasm.
I stroke my tongue against his cock, letting him know I'll be a good girl, for now. Z thrusts forward, harder this time, his cock hitting the back of my throat. I relax, wanting to take as much of him as I can.
A groan rumbles from him, and I start to suck while stroking him with my tongue. A string of curses leaves him in Italian. He jerks his cock back, letting it slip from my lips before he pounces, pinning me onto the bed. That wild look is back in his eyes.
“Need you.”
“I know.” I grip his chin, making him stare into my eyes. “You with me?” He nods. “Good, because I need you too. Always.”
Z might have lost control, but that's more than okay because I'm starting to realize it's me who has it. I always have.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Z
Cosima sleeps lightly with her head resting on my chest. I run my fingers up and down her bare back. I’m not sure how long I’d slept, but a dream or nightmare, I suppose, jerked me awake.
It’s been years since I dreamed of my parents. They have faded with time, or so I thought. My nightmares have turned to dreams of Cosima over the years.
Now they’re back but different. It’s always been hard for me to recall if the dreams were memories or simply nightmares crafted on their own. Each time the details changed, but this time they’d been more clear. My mind has been racing since I woke, trying to decipher if any of the moments from this most recent one are based from reality. Or if Sal’s words from yesterday had struck their desired chord and that’s why.
Cosima lets out a small, sweet sigh. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath. I fucking lost it last night. I knew Sal went searching for Cosima, his intention to get her alone. I’m not sure if I’m madder at myself for allowing that to happen or how I’d completely lost control of my emotions and my actions.
I snapped, and in the moment, I wanted to kill him. I still want that. I’m not sure what to make of it all, but I know I’mnot done with Salvatore Amato, far from it. He intended to get between Cosima and me. He may not know we’re married, but by his comments he is aware of there being more to our relationship. Still, he tried to make his move, which is really what sent me over the edge.
I won’t let that stand. Anything that tries to come between us, I’ll see as a threat that needs to be eliminated. I don’t give a shit if it goes against an old code. None of it matters to me. I have been waiting my whole life to have Cosima, and I’m never letting her go.
Gently, I shift, slipping out from under my wife, making sure her head comes down on one of the pillows as I sit up. When I move, it tugs the sheet down that had been covering us, revealing Cosima's curvy little body to me. I tug it down more when I see the small marks on her breast that lead up to her throat. I was rougher with her this time.
I don't stop until I get a view of her thighs. I place my hand on one, lifting and pulling them apart to see the insides. I remember licking and sucking on her inner thighs.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my eyes raking her up and down.
I marked her all over. I should feel ashamed, but I don’t. My cock is hard again seeing her this way. There is no mistaking that she belongs to me now. I place my hand on her stomach, leaning down to kiss her there. It won’t be long until she has a bump showing. Then there will be no question whether or not she’s taken. I can’t wait until that day.
“Love you,” I say to her and our child before I pull the comforter back over her.
She’s either going to chew my ass over the marks or love them. I bet both. I’d taken her too hard, but Cosima had been with me the whole way, letting me take and take and take. She was getting off on it and giving me what she knew I needed at the moment.
Forcing myself to get out of bed, I head to the bathroom, picking up my discarded clothes on the way. I could stay in that damn bed all day, but I know I need to get answers and give some for my behavior last night.
Dario may have let it slide, but that will only last for so long. He will want to know what went down and why.
Once showered, I put back on the slacks I wore last night before pressing a kiss to Cosima. She needs her rest. I slip from the room, heading toward mine to quickly change so I’m not in the same clothes.
I go straight to War’s office, and as I thought, he’s there along with Dario and Ronan. They all turn to look my way when I enter.
“Morning,” I say. What the fuck else is there to say, honestly? Not real sure where to start either.
“Morning?” Dario shakes his head, pissed. That makes two of us.
“What happened to not forcing Cosima to marry?” I might as well get to the fucking point. There's no use pussyfooting around it. We all know why we’re here.
“I don’t know; you tell me, Zenzo.” It’s been a long time since I heard anyone speak my given name. I stare at Dario, reminding myself he’s Cosima’s father and in part has been one to me as well. “I might be getting old, but I’m not senile. You think I didn’t notice that ring on her necklace?”
