Mafia Billionaire’s Forlorn Wife
Chapter 8

His lips crash against mine and my entire body freezes in its spot as I stand there with my hands suspended by my sides as Rhys’ lips move over my own.

What is happening? After three months of animosity why is he kissing me now?

An impatient growl escapes Rhys’ lips as he pries my lips open, pulling my body up against his own, he presses me flush against himself.

The woodsy scent of his cologne and the taste of mint on his breath is enough to remind me of all those times when he has kissed me before, the way his hands know just how to handle my body same as they are right now, and the way my body melts at his touch — as if he is the only one who is ever meant to touch me.

My head starts to spin and I let out a strangled cry as I start kissing him back with fervour. My hands reach up to cup the sides of his neck just as he deepens the k**s and his teeth nip at my bottom l*p, eliciting a surprised gasp from my lips.

That is all the entrance he needs to push his tongue towards mine as we engage in a battle for dominance— my own body reacting wildly by the lack of physical touch from him for months. And just like every other time, his tongue wins the small war that we had waged and I m**n in his mouth.

That is when the hand not caging my waist begins to move up my torso in slow and tantalising movements just as he brings his large palm to cup around my painfully pebbled breast, brushing my peaked n****e in the process.

Another cry escapes me just as I latch onto his lips with my teeth, biting him a bit more harshly than usual, taking out my anger and frustration into the k**s.

I hate this man.

I hate this man for being the same as all the other men of the mafia world. I hate this man for tricking me in such a manner that even after knowing everything, my body reacts to him in the most unhinged manner. I hate him for playing with my heart and my soul, and more than anything else, I hate myself for letting him do all this to me.

An inner voice chastises me when I feel heat pooling between my legs when Rhys pushes me against the wall and whispers, “f**k, baby, I missed this.”

I know he doesn’t mean a word of it. I know he’s only in a s*x crazed daze and he would walk away the moment he gets what he wants. But for the life of me, I cannot bring myself to push him away. It’s as if he is my morphine and I need a hit now that I have spent months deprived of it.

Rhys’ lips latch onto the sensitive skin of my neck just as shivers wrack through my entire body and I feel myself submitting to him more and more as each moment passed.

“Rhys…” involuntarily his name escapes my lips as I tug at the roots of his hair the moment he sucks on a particular spot near my clavicle.

That is the moment I feel Rhys smirking against my skin and I know that I have now lost every battle and he is going to get what he came here for.

His finger runs slow and tantalising circles around my overly sensitive n****e and even the fabric of my satin camisole is not enough to make me feel the flames of his touch.

“What do you want, baby girl?” He whispers to me, his voice coming out in controlled whispers, like he is trying to stop himself from unleashing his full might on me.

In this moment, there is nothing that I can think of clearly, except for wanting him. His body. His dirty words. And his hands…oh, his hands.

“Y-you…” I g***n, pressing my head back against the wall as I scrunch my eyes shut when his hot mouth engulfs my n****e fully, driving me out of my mind.

That is when his fingers travel downwards and his free hand taunts the expanse of bare skin that shows through my shorts and the flimsy camisole that I am wearing at the moment.

The entire room is sprawling with clothes and accessories strewn all over but all of that is forgotten from my mind as I let go of my inhibitions and my cheeks flame up the moment his fingertip touches my sensitive core through the lace of my panties.

A shiver wracks through my entire body as a needy m**n leaves my lips and Rhys growls in satisfaction as he presses his finger against my swollen clit, and feels the moisture dripping through the fabric.

“So wet for me.” He whispers in my ear, his teeth biting at my earlobe just as he had done a few minutes ago. Or was that hours ago? I don’t know anything anymore.

He pushes my underwear to the side and his fingers slide through my folds, my fingers grip at his shoulders to a point of digging into his skin but he doesn’t relent in his slow torture.

He mutters something in Russian but I’m too absorbed by the moment to worry about it as he slowly kissed down my neck and then does something that makes me gasp.

He kneels.

Right in front of me.

And like a man on a mission, he pulls down my shorts as well as my underwear, leaving me bare in front of his eyes as cold air wafts up between my legs and I shiver.

Standing only in my camisole while the door of my room is still open, I feel my whole body reacting to him with equal parts anticipation and trepidation.

And when his tongue reaches out and flicks over that sensitive bud, I know that my soul has left my body to travel the realms of pure pleasure.

My cries and m***s mix together in a flurry of extended pleasure just as Rhys’ fingers join his tongue and I feel every inch of my skin coming alive and at his mercy. Every fibre of remaining control breaks and when he curls his fingers inside me while sucking at my clit, I come undone.

“That’s it, baby, come on my face.” He whispers against me and the vibrations from his voice so close to me only manages to send me even more off the deep end as I cry out his name and my release tears through me at lightening speed.

My chest heaves up and down with desperation and something darker as I pull him back up to my face before crashing our lips together, tasting myself on his lips, his tongue and moaning in his mouth once again.

My hands have a mind of their own as they begin to unbuckle his belt just as I push his dress pants down his body and palm his erect c**k through his boxers.

He hisses as he bites at my l*p in punishment, “don’t tease me right now, moya solnyshka.” He growls at me and a giggle escapes my lips which is soon swallowed by his lips. I push down his boxers and tear at the buttons of his shirt to have him naked and bare for my hands and skin to explore.

He too tears apart my camisole, the fabric flying off and meeting the large amount of carelessly strewn clothes in the room.

And as if he cannot take it anymore, he picks me up in his arms and I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling him pressing against my core as I m**n in his mouth.

“You drive me insane, moya solnyshka.” He g****s as his teeth tug at my lips and with that, he pushes his impressive length inside me in one swift motion, feeling only a little resistance, causing both of us to let out cries of pleasure.

He waits for a moment, reminding my body of the sheer size of him before he pulls out slowly and pushes back in, deeper and faster.

I m**n wantonly as I clench around him and he hisses as he nips at my neck before he finally starts moving inside me at a pace that makes me weak in my knees.

He handles my body like I weigh nothing to him whatsoever as he f***s me and tames me in a skilled and memorised manner.

My m***s and cries entangle with his g****s and when I least expect it, his hand comes to choke my throat just as he pushes my head to the side and whispers, “open your eyes, moya solnyshka, watch how you shed all your prim and posh facade and become a thoroughly ravished naughty little girl with my c**k inside you. Watch how I wreck your p***y and watch yourself beg for it.”

I do open my eyes and gasp at what I see.

The full length mirror beside my bed showcases my body held in his as he f***s me— hard. My face is flushed as I bite at my l*p while he meets my gaze through the mirror and I am once again reminded of exactly what I saw when I saw him for the first time.

His strong jaw stubbled with light beard, his eyes darker than the depths of the ocean but lighter than the clear blue skies, his hair currently tousled by my fingers and the naked expanse of his body that could very well be carved out of molten gold.

This man is Hades personified and he has taken me his captive with no intention of ever letting me go.

“You’re my wife, little one,” he purrs in my ear and I can only watch as he still has his hand pressed against my jaw, “you will never leave me.” He says in complete authority.

I want to cry out when he begins to f**k me like there is no tomorrow and our bodies glimmer with a sheen of sweat but the both of us are too lost in the throes of passion to care about anything outside our little bubble.

And when we finally reach our highs of pleasure, we do that together too as I come with a sharp cry and soon he follows me until we are both spent and gasping for air.

He nuzzles his head against my neck, his shoulders heave with me still holding onto him as we cool ourselves down, panting for breath and utterly satiated.

That is when he jerks his head back up to meet my gaze and I find regret and guilt streaking in them, “I forgot the condom.” He gasps.

I shake my head softly, “I’m on birth control.” I tell him.

His entire face relaxes but this time, he doesn’t return to the man who was so passionately driven that he just f****d the lights out of me.

Instead, I feel the layers of his ruthless and cold facade beginning to cover his face once again as he slowly nods his head, looking away for a moment.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He says curtly and I feel my whole body tensing up at the fact that the husband I saw just during the moments that we were both chasing our pleasure, is now gone and the monster who used me for his revenge is back again.

He doesn’t say anything as he carries me to the bathroom, sets me down by the sink as he runs a bath for me and I feel my throat clogging up when I don’t see him turning to even glance at me once.

And once the water is hot enough according to him, he picks me up once again and sets me down in the bathtub, cleaning the evidence of his release from between my thighs as he rubs at my body for a while and I watch him with a forlorn gaze throughout.

When he thinks that I will be okay on my own, he looks at me with one indescribable expression for a brief second but his masks slam down on his expressions and he walks out of the en suite, once again, leaving me all alone.

And this time, when tears fill up in my eyes, I do not fight them.