Brutal Husband (Brutal Hearts #3)

Chapter 13

13

Nero

I t’s easy to get into the house. Since I’ve been gone, Rieta hasn’t changed any of the security codes. I observed from the garden as she ate dinner, watched television, and took herself off to bed. A cozy evening for one, like I never fucking existed. I let myself into my house with the spare key from the office, breathing hard through my nose in the effort to restrain the fury in my heart.

Move on without me, will she?

Keep dark secrets from me, will she?

Go on living without me?

How fucking dare she.

I fully intend to go into that bedroom, straddle her body with both of my hands wrapped around her neck, and squeeze, but as soon as I enter the room, I stop dead.

Rieta’s lying on her side in that big bed, hands curled on the pillow, her hair a soft, dark cloud around her. For a second, my anger vanishes.

So fucking beautiful .

I need to know if there’s any sign of another man on her body. His bites. His fingers bruising as he claimed her. Grasping the bedclothes, I slowly pull them down, revealing my pretty wife’s sleeping body. She looks even more vulnerable as she lies there with her legs bare, only a white T-shirt protecting her sweet body. My gaze travels down her thighs to her calves and her cute little feet. I remember the sensation of those soft thighs wrapped around me. In my mind, I hear her whimpers of pleasure as I took her virginity on my desk. It’s been so long ago now, but the memories are vivid. I’ve thought about that every day since everything went to shit.

We could have been happy. That makes me so angry. Almost as angry as the thought of what she’s been doing since I’ve been gone.

That makes me furious .

I seize hold of her T-shirt and drag it up, revealing the curves of her hips, the softness of her stomach, and the delicate undersides of her breasts. My cock is rock hard and standing at attention. I should shake her awake, but there’s something alluring about the sight of my sleeping wife. Right now, she belongs to no one but me. I’m holding her prisoner in her dreams while I get to look at her, touch her…

Taste her.

Fuck, I need to taste her.

While she’s asleep, I can adore her however I want to. The anger and bruises can come later.

I stroke her luscious body, and she moans and rolls onto her back for me. What a good girl, giving me even better access. Leaning in close, I suck on her nipples, one after the other. My cock is so hard now that my balls are aching. I reach down and undo my pants, dragging my cock out and squeezing it. A heavy breath stirs her hair. Her lips are parted slightly, and I run my eyes over her beautiful face and tight nipples.

Moving carefully, I push her thighs apart and move down her body, pressing my mouth against her as I go. Desperate. Starving. I push my tongue into her slit and lick upward with a hungry swipe. Her taste bursts in my mouth, and I find her swollen clit. “ Cara mia . Fuck, I’ve missed you.”

She stirs, turning her head restlessly on the pillow. Does she know I’m here? I hope I’m in her dreams as well as devouring her body. I curl both of my arms around her thighs and lick her again and again. Her body heats up against mine. Her breath comes faster in her sleep, and she whimpers.

I sit up slowly, lust pumping through my body. Her T-shirt is pushed up and her thighs are spread, the very vision of an invitation. She should have woken up by now and started screaming, but instead, her body tempts me to claim her.

I brace my hand by her head and grip my swollen cock, the head just inches from her tight entrance. This is my wife. I can do whatever the fuck I want with her.

Biting down on my groan, I thrust slowly inside of her. She feels even more intense than I remember, tight and hot around me. Gripping me hard with her pussy like she’s missed me as well. Has another man been where I am right now? A snarl of rage escapes my lips as I start to thrust recklessly. Her soft breasts bounce. Her eyelashes flutter.

My wife is waking up. I give up on trying to restrain myself, and fuck her deeper with a loud, luxurious groan of pleasure.

Rieta’s eyes open, and her sweet, sleepy expression transforms into shock. Before she can scream, I cover her mouth with my hand. She fights me, pulling at my wrist, but I’m stronger than she is. I hold her down and go on pumping my cock into her.

“It’s me. Your husband.”

Rieta makes a buzzing sound in her throat. The fact that it’s me? That’s what makes her angry.

“You want to get up?”

She nods.

“Too bad. You’re not going anywhere until I’m finished with you. I’ve got months of cum and frustration to shoot into you.”

Her hands slide around my wrists, and she holds on to me. Her thighs wrap around my hips against her will. Did she miss me? I think she missed me.

Slowly, I lift my hand from her mouth. She doesn’t scream. “That’s it, just be a good girl and take my cock.”

“You’re not real. You’re a ghost,” Rieta says in a shaking voice.

I pull my T-shirt up over my head and toss it aside. “Do I look like a ghost? I’m real, cara mia . Feel me.” Rage and frustration are rolling through me. Rage, frustration, and desire. Every stroke of my cock sends a spasm through my aching balls.

I’m going to pick up right where I left off, by trying to get her pregnant. I admire the sight of every inch of myself sliding inside her tight heat.

“My cock is perfect for breeding you, Mama. All thick and swollen to keep my cum jammed deep inside you.”

“Stop mocking me like this,” Rieta cries, half moan, half sob.

She thinks I’m joking. I’ll show her just how much I’m not joking. I press her thighs up to her shoulders so I can fuck her even deeper. Rieta lets out a sharp cry, and a moment later I feel her spasm around me.

“Oh, Mama. You were dying for me to fuck you. You couldn’t hold back a second longer. Neither…can… I .” I climax so hard that I nearly pass out. I feel my cum flooding her tight channel, and I keep my cock wedged deep inside her. Not a drop of me is spilling out until I know it’s too late. I’ve waited long enough for this, and I want her carrying my child now.

“Get off me.”

“Not yet.” I caress her face, tracing every curve that I’ve missed so much.

Rieta’s fury doubles. “You asshole . Get off me!”

She twists her head back and forth until she’s able to get her teeth into my hand, and she bites me. Hard. I yelp and pull my hand back, and while I’m off-balance, she’s able to shove me away and scramble out of bed.

She stands there, panting. There’s nowhere she can run that I won’t find her.

The whites are showing all around her eyes, and she moves away as I come toward her. Her back hits the wall. “You’ve been following me for days, haven’t you?”

So she knew? I thought I’d been so careful as I stalked my wife from the shadows. I shove my face close to hers. “Do you have anything important to tell me, Rieta?”

Confusion clouds her brow. Oh, she’s good. Very believable confusion, only I know better. “Did he touch you? Did he fuck you?”

“Nero, I don’t know what you’re talking about. How dare you come in here after being gone for so long and get into my bed. Where have you been? What have you been doing?”

“I’m asking the questions.”

“I’ve been right here, wondering where the hell you are. Don’t try to turn this around and make this my mistake. I’m not the same woman you abandoned, and I don’t forgive you.”

I don’t know about that. She’s as fiery and as sexy as ever. “And what have you been doing since I was gone?”

“Wondering what happened to you. If you left me. If you were killed.” Her eyes are suddenly watery. She knows she’s about to cry, and she hates it. “You’re not worth shedding one tear over.”

“You’re very convincing, cara mia . My poor, hurting bride. Abandoned. Alone.” I seize her throat and shove her harder against the wall. “But I can’t trust a single word out of your mouth. You’re a liar, Rieta Lombardi, and I have proof.”

Irrefutable fucking proof. Something I discovered when I came home, and it shocked me.

“What proof?” she demands.

“That’s for me to know. I’m giving you the chance to come clean, Rieta. Are you going to take it?”

She raises her chin, her eyes glittering. “I’ve done nothing wrong. I refuse to be afraid of you.”

My cock is still hard, and at her inflammatory words, it twitches. “Then I’ll just have to make you afraid of me.”

Rieta inhales sharply. “You haven’t talked to me like this for so long.”

“You haven’t made me this angry in so long.”

“I’m not attracted to you anymore. You killed every last drop of my desire and love for you with your coldness. Now my heart is cold. My body is cold.”

I slide my hand between her thighs and draw my fingers through her slippery pussy. Rieta continues to lie to me. “Is that so? You feel warm to me. Warm and wet.”

I pull her away from the wall, pin her wrists behind her back with one hand, and force her to face the mirror while I rub circles on her clit. Her eyes fly open, and she breathes harder. My wife squirms against me, but she’s not going anywhere. “Look at yourself. Go on.”

“Don’t touch me. I never want you to touch me ever again.”

I push two fingers up inside her, and she cries out, her cheeks turning bright pink. When I return to her clit, her knees start to buckle, but I hold her up. “You’re going to come for me, and we’re both going to watch. You say you can’t forgive me, but I’m the one who’ll be doing the forgiving. Thank me for coming back to you.”

Rieta twists in my grip, panting, and pleading with me. “Nero, don’t, I—”

Her clit is so swollen against my fingers, and I work it mercilessly. “Say, thank you, Nero.”

“Nero—” Her eyebrows are tilted up and together as she struggles to keep a hold of herself. “ Nero .”

Rieta cries out my name as she comes. I press my face into the side of her throat and breathe her in, worshipping the sensation of her orgasm ripping through her body. Then I let her go.

She falls to her knees before me, gasping and panting.

I slide my hand around her jaw and force her to look up at me. Her hair is tumbling around her beautiful face.

“Plead with me to never leave you again,” I demand, fisting my hard cock up and down. “If the next words out of your mouth aren’t my beloved Nero , I’ll shove my cock down your throat and fuck some manners into you.”

For a moment, Rieta pants and gazes up at me, a woman who’s totally broken. Then her face changes.

“My beloved Nero…” Rieta says with a beautiful smile.

My heart stutters in my chest.

She actually said it? Every night for too long, I’ve dreamt of her gazing up at me just like this. The only woman I’ve ever wanted. The one who makes me insane with desire and jealousy.

Her expression hardens with hate. “Go fuck yourself.”

This little bitch.

I squeeze her jaw between her teeth, making her mouth pop open, and thrust my cock into her mouth. Seizing her hair, I push right to the back of her throat. Rieta makes an angry sound, and then gags, her eyes widening, but I don’t let her go.

She glares up at me, eyes watering. Her hands flatten against my stomach, nails digging in. She’s not going anywhere until I’m done.

I’m breathing raggedly as I thrust into her mouth. My woman. My wife. I’m back where I belong.

Tears leak from her eyes as my cock hits the back of her throat. She looks so damn pretty when she cries, and it’s not long before my balls are tightening. My orgasm rushes up, and I burst inside her mouth.

The stubborn bitch refuses to swallow, and instead, she lets my cum slide over her lips and drip down her chin. I wipe it from the corners of her mouth and smile. “Look at you, my sweet little slut. Be angry if you want, but I’m not going anywhere. I want some fucking answers.”