Page 106 of The Viper's Wife

He’s leaving his fucking marks all over me.

“Nico—ah—that’smym-money. I earned it.”

He crushes his thigh between my legs until I see stars and raises his head to look at me. With one hand, he grips my wrists together, and with the other, he cradles my face. “What was the money for, then?”

“It was for a down payment. For a house or an apartment.” His thumb traces over my lower lip as I talk. “I had to keep it in cash so my family wouldn’t steal it. You know that.”

“I just know what you tell me. People lie,” Nico says bitterly, his cheeks flushed and eyes bright. “I don’t know anything for certain. Only that I love you, Val.”

I gasp, and he drops his mouth to mine, finally kissing me. I kiss him back just as hard, needing release as I slide against his thigh and strain against his strong hand.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs against my mouth.

For what? For kissing me when I told him not to? For being a fucking dick instead of addressing the money with a normal conversation? Or for working me into a frenzy, tormenting me with this overwhelming arousal that only he can relieve?

I’m not done being mad at him.

“I hate you, Nico,” I lie to hurt him, even as my heart crumples.

He squeezes his eyes shut like he’s been slapped in the face, but I’m too sick of him and his temper to care.

“I’m going to hate you no matter what.”

“Liar,” he whispers and kisses me. “I know you’re scared, but I’m going to keep you safe, okay? I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“You’re the only one who hurts me.”

He kisses me and moans into my mouth. “That’s right, pretty girl. I’m theonlyone.”

My face heats with hot shame as I whisper my desire, “Make me come.”

His free hand drops to his belt and snaps it loose. “I’m going to make you love me.”

I turn my face to the side, my eyes welling with tears. “You won’t,” I whisper, even as my legs spread and my heart feels like it’s breaking for him.

He pulls my panties to the side and aligns himself at my entrance.

I’m so wet for him.

“I will,” he whispers against the side of my face. “I’m going to make you happy.”

“You can’t.”

But the pleasure at his cock filling me says otherwise. His scent curling into my lungs feels like coming home. His tongue sliding against mine is the only thing I want.

He ruts into me with a strong, sure pace, like he wants me to feel his every stroke.

“I’m going to love you with my last breath,” he murmurs against my ear.

I gasp, fighting the orgasm and losing, sucked under the inevitable pull like a shard of glass ripped under a wave.

“Nico.”

“That’s right, pretty girl. Come for me. Come all over your husband’s cock.”

He talks me through it, never breaking his rhythm, filling my ear with an endless stream ofpretty girlandwho’s a slut for her husbandandI love you, Valeria.

Then he’s coming too, and I squeeze my legs around his hips, flexing around him as he grows even thicker and spills his seed into me.