Poisoned by His Love novel · Chapter 3 of 24

Chapter 3: First Night

Sandro takes his wife in his bed and makes her say she is his; at 3 a.m. she follows a light to a locked door and hears his voice.

I sat on the edge of the big dark bed because my knees would not hold me anywhere else.

Sandro stood over me and took off his shirt one button at a time.

He was thirty-five years old and built like a man who fought for a living.

There were scars across his ribs and his shoulder, and the burn on his forearm.

He let me look.

"Lie back," he said.

I lay back.

He knelt on the bed and unhooked my bra with one hand, and drew it off, and dropped it.

I had been ashamed of my body all my life.

I was twenty-seven, a size twelve, with a soft stomach and full breasts, and I had worn scrubs for ten years to hide behind.

He looked at me.

"Don't cover yourself," he said. "Not in this house. Not from me."

My hands, which had started toward my chest, dropped to the sheet.

"Good girl."

Two words, and I felt them between my legs.

He cupped my breasts in both hands and dragged his thumbs across my nipples.

I made a sound I had never made.

He did it again, slower, watching my face.

Then he bent and took one into his mouth, hot and wet, with the flat of his tongue pressed hard.

I grabbed his hair.

"Sandro."

"Say it again."

"Sandro, please."

"Please what?"

"I don't know."

"I do."

He hooked his fingers into the cotton of my underwear and drew it down my thighs.

He pushed my knees apart with his hands and held them there.

He kissed the inside of one knee, then higher, until his breath was hot against the wet center of me.

"You're soaked," he said. "You hate me, and you're soaked."

"Shut up."

He laughed against my skin, low and dark.

"Hands on the headboard, Ivy."

"What?"

"Now."

I reached up and wrapped my fingers around the iron bars.

"Don't let go. If you let go, I stop."

Then he put his mouth on my pussy.

I cried out, and my back came off the bed.

His tongue went slow and flat along my slit.

Then it circled my clit, round and round, with a pressure that made the room go white.

He pinned my hips to the mattress with his forearms, so I could not twist away.

When I tried he held me down harder and ate me.

"Oh God. Oh my God."

"You taste like sin," he muttered. "Come on my tongue."

He slid one thick finger inside me and curled it, and the rhythm of his mouth never broke.

A second finger stretched me wider.

I was gripping the iron so hard my knuckles ached.

My thighs shook.

The heat in my belly pulled tight, tighter, and I begged without knowing what for.

"There. Right there. Don't stop."

He didn't stop.

The orgasm broke over me.

I screamed his name into the dark, and ground against his face, and he held me through every wave.

He licked me until I whimpered.

When it ended I lay in pieces, with my pussy pulsing and my skin wet with sweat.

He rose between my knees and his mouth shone.

He wiped it with the back of his hand and looked at me.

"One," he said.

I stared at him.

"One?"

"I'm not done being a bad husband."

He stood and took off his trousers.

His cock was thick and flushed and so heavy that it bobbed when he moved.

I stared, and my pussy clenched on nothing.

"Look at me, not at it."

I looked up.

He fisted himself once, slowly, and watched my face while I watched his hand.

"Tell me what you want," he said.

"I want..."

"Say it plain."

"I want you to fuck me."

"Who?"

"You. Sandro. Fuck me."

"Say please."

"Please."

"Again."

"Please fuck me, Sandro."

His eyes flared.

He lowered himself over me and braced one hand beside my head.

With the other he positioned himself at my entrance.

"Pill?" he said.

"Yes."

"Good."

He pushed in.

I gasped.

He was so thick that it hurt for a second, a stretch that made me clutch his shoulders.

He went slow, an inch at a time, watching my face the whole way, until he was buried to the hilt.

"Breathe," he said.

I breathed.

"Mine," he said, rough. "Say it."

"I'm not..."

He pulled out and thrust in hard, one deep slam that knocked the air from me.

"Say it."

"Yours."

"Again."

"Yours. Oh God. Yours."

He fucked me then.

He took my wrists and pinned them over my head in one big hand.

He drove into me with long, deep strokes that rocked the bed against the wall.

Each one hit the end of me.

Each one dragged over the spot inside that made lights burst.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and dug my heels into his ass.

"That's it," he growled. "Take it. Take all of me."

"Harder."

He gave it to me.

He let go of my wrists and hooked one arm under my knee, folding me open.

He slammed into me until I was sobbing his name.

His other hand slid between us and found my clit.

He rubbed it in a tight circle, in time with every thrust.

"Come for me," he said. "Come on my cock, wife."

Wife.

I broke apart.

My pussy clamped around him in hard, rolling pulses, and I screamed into his shoulder and bit down.

He cursed in Italian and kept going straight through it.

He fucked me through the aftershocks until my body shook and I was begging for more.

Then his rhythm broke.

He buried himself to the root and came with a hoarse shout, pouring hot inside me, his whole body locked against mine.

For a long minute there was only the sound of two people trying to breathe.

He rolled off and pulled me against his side.

His heart was slamming under my ear.

"Sleep," he said.

It was another order.

I obeyed it.

I woke at three in the morning to a cold bed.

The sheets on his side had no warmth at all.

A strip of yellow light lay under the bedroom door.

The door was not locked.

I pulled on his shirt and padded into the hall in my bare feet.

The light came from the far end of the east hall, from under a closed door.

I stood there in the dark with my heart knocking.

He was inside.

I heard his voice, very low, the way a man speaks to someone in bed.

I could not make out the words.

Then I heard him laugh softly, once, and stop.

The door had a lock, and the lock was brass.

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