“And what’s that?”
“Are you a cheater? I don’t accept cheaters. That’s my one rule. No mistresses. No fucking around at dirty little clubs.”
“Is this a condition of our marriage?” I asked innocently enough, completely amused by the conversation.
“Absolutely it is.”
“Then you’ll be happy to know I am not a cheater.”
She tossed her head from side to side again while pressing her hands on my thighs and arching her back. “Excellent, but you should know that if I ever catch you with another woman, I will cut your nuts off first and use your dick as target practice.”
Since she was deadly serious, most men would shrivel up right about now. Not this man. My cock throbbed more than before. I yanked her back until I was able to nuzzle my head into the nape of her neck. “You know how to turn a guy on and don’t worry. I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
“Good. Then it’s settled. I want a church wedding. That’s all I ask.” She rubbed my hand and her voice was as if we’d just been negotiating a contract for a piece of property instead of the rest of our lives.
“What about a reception?”
“Receptions at fancy hotels are a waste of money.”
“There goes the practical side of you again.”
“You’ll thank me one day when I help parlay your wealth into… more wealth.” She laughed, this time nuzzling her body against mine.
“I don’t need wealth when I have you.”
“Ah. Such a little romantic.”
We settled into another beautiful moment where there was nothing but the two of us. No worries. No fears.
Then the peace was interrupted.
A flash, an image rolled into my mind so unexpectedly that all breath was sucked dry from my lungs. What the hell?
My mother and father, their bloodied, mutilated bodies, vacant eyes staring at me, tears staining my mother’s cheeks.
What no one knew and I’d witnessed was that they’d been tortured before being forced back into their vehicle. And the moment my mother had witnessed me running to save them, she’d placed her hand on the passenger window, screaming my name.
A sound I hadn’t heard but had felt all the way to my bones.
Just seconds before the car was blown up, the dynamite turning the massive sedan into charred metal.
“Donatello,” Emmeline whispered. “Are you alright?”
Her voice brought me back, enough that when I blinked, I was able to drive the vision away. “Fine.” I gripped her hips and this time, I wasn’t willing to wait any longer. I needed to be inside. I needed to fill her.
I needed to feel her muscles spasming around my dick.
So I fucked her like some wild animal, long and hard and relentless until we were both sweaty and exhausted. And still, it wasn’t enough.
But it would need to be for now.
My body couldn’t take it any longer.
When my balls filled with seed, I slowly pulled her back against my chest, holding her in place.
Only then did I allow myself to release, coating her womb with my cum.
CHAPTER 24