She blinks; her chin wobbles.
I drag the wetness from her cunt to her back hole. "You got a scholarship to UCLA," I prompt.
Shit, why had I said that? Me, the cold-hearted bastard who could string out an entire business discussion without showing mercy... The slightest hint of uncertainty from her and I can't stop myself from reaching out to help. This has got to stop.
I smear her wetness into the valley between her butt cheeks. She shudders. "That's where I met Nina," her voice quavers. "After my mother died, she was there for me; she pulled me out of the emotional hole I'd dug myself into. Clearly, the Mafia knew how close we were."
I dip a finger inside her back hole. Her butt clenches and her entire body jerks.
"Saint," she protests.
"Complete what you were saying," I instruct.
She swallows "There was no way I could abandon her." She tips up her chin, "But you know all this already, don't you?"
I grunt.
"Yet you married me?" she asks.
I tilt my head.
"Why?" Her chest rises and falls. "Why would you do that?"
"To keep you close…" I draw in a breath, "Not only that, though. It may have started out that way, but I fell for you somewhere along the way. You understand that, right?"
I slip another finger inside her back hole and she groans. I pause, giving her time to adjust to the intrusion.
"Oh, my god, Saint…" she mewls. "Please, it’s not enough."
"Soon, darling." I pull out my fingers, then grip her hips to hold her in place. "What hold do they have on you, Gigi?"
"I… I told you everything already." Her shoulders stiffen, her spine ramrod straight.
Why is she not telling me everything?
"What have they asked of you?" I lean over, kiss the shell of her ear.
She moans.
"You have to tell me if you want me to help you."
I position my dick between her arsecheeks and she shivers.
"Let me take some of the burden off of you, Gigi. Tell me why you’re running scared? You’re my wife, sweetheart. I’ll do anything for you. You know that, right?"
"Will you, Saint?" She thrusts out her hips and my dick nudges the opening of her puckered hole. Lust spirals up my spine and tension winds tight in my groin. I need to be inside of her. Need to take her again. "Anything," I force out the words through clenched teeth, "Anything for you."
"Then tell me who the phone calls are from? The woman for whom you’ll leave your wife and go running? Who is she, Saint?"
I dig my fingertips into her hips and she winces. I loosen my grip, slightly. It’ll leave marks on her there. Good. If this is the only way I can assert my ownership on her, then so be it.
"You…saw us?"
She nods. "I…followed you."
"That’s why you came to the office?"
"I came here because… I couldn’t bear to return to the bed we’d shared, after… You left to meet another woman."
"You have no idea what you’re talking about," I growl.
"Then tell me, Saint." She turns to glance at me.
"I… I can’t; not without putting you in danger."
"Me?" She blinks.
"It's the kind of thing you want no part of."
"Why can't you let me be the judge of that?" she scowls.
Fuck, fucking fuck. She has no idea what she’s asking of me.
"Why can't you trust me to decide what's best for you?"
"Is it?" She swallows. "Or is this more convenient for you?"
"There you go, doubting me again." I blow out a breath. "Besides, I am sworn to secrecy. I made a promise to her."
She winces; her face pales. "What about the promise you made to me? You swore to take me as your wife, to cherish and to protect me."
"All of which I intend to do."
"Then start with this. If there’s even a small chance for us to be together, then tell me what it is you’re hiding?"
"I…" I lower my chin to my chest, "I can’t, Gigi. It’s not my secret to tell," I hold her gaze, "but I can show you how much I want you."
"It’s not enough." She tosses her head, "You can take your dick and stuff it—"
"Oh, I am going to stuff it all right." I bare my teeth, "Inside you, where it belongs."
"No," she tries to pull away.
I hold her in place, "Yes."
"I don’t want this."
I shove my hand around and between her legs, "You do." I slide my fingers inside her soaking cunt. "Whatever our differences may be, however divisive the secrets between us, there’s one place where we can’t hide from each other, and that’s when we fuck."
"Fuck off."
"I intend to, only I am going to take you with me, sweetheart."
I shove my fingers in and out of her and she whines. I grind the heel of my palm into her clit; she throws back her head. She snaps back her shoulders, thrusts up her hips. My dick stabs into her backhole, and she groans.
"Damn you, Saint. Damn you for the responses you wring from my body."
"Good, the feeling’s mutual then."
I pinch the swollen nub of her clit and she screams. Her body bucks and her knees part further. She lowers her cheek to the desk, shoves her trembling butt toward my face.
"Fuck, Gigi, I have to take you." I release her pussy, squeeze her arse cheeks, holding them apart. "Now." I kick my hips forward, and my dick slips inside her puckered hole.
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Saint
"What do you think?"
I glance up from where I’d been pacing in the living room of the suite. She stands framed in the doorway to the bedroom. The green gown clings to her breasts, seeming to be kept up by nothing except their perkiness. It cinches in at her impossibly tiny waist, only to flare around her hips, and flow down in straight lines, to her
