Page 53 of Deadly Lust

Mia

MY HUSBAND THREW ME OVER his shoulder like his seabag and raced up the stairs to the hotel room, too impatient to wait for the elevator.

My husband.

Grant’s new title seemed so foreign to my tongue. He’d been my boyfriend, my ex, my target, and just briefly, my fiancé. And now, he was mine, until death do us part.

Grant flashed the key card over the door sensor and carried me over the threshold. I gasped when I saw the room. Rose petals strewn in a heart on the bedspread, champagne on ice, and chocolate-covered strawberries on a shiny silver platter.

After my heartfelt vows to Grant, I silently made another vow to myself. Tonight I would celebrate our love, our marriage, and our future. I would put aside my reservations about how rushed this wedding had been, all my doubts and uncertainties. Because no matter what thoughts collected in my head, I knew that I loved Grant unconditionally. And I was thrilled to be his forever.

Grant tossed me on the bed, which sent up a waft of rose-scented air, and he climbed on top of me.

“You’re mine now, Mrs. Carrion. Mine until the day I die. I’d do anything for you.” His hand tugged at my hair, and he pulled me into a kiss. As his beard scraped my face, his tongue penetrated my mouth, aggressively tasting me, giving me a preview of what was to come.

He’d kissed me thousands of times before, but never like this. Savage, raw, unbridled. It was as if, now that I was his forever, he was holding nothing back with these kisses. There was no more uncertainty about how much we loved each other.

I savored this kiss, but he wasn’t the only one with surprises. I pushed him off me, grabbed his tie, and pulled him to sit in a chair.

His lips upturned in a smile, and his deep green eyes danced with fire.

“I just realized that you didn’t get a bachelor party.”

He licked his lips. “You’re all I need, baby.”

Damn straight. I wiggled my hips and slowly peeled off my dress, revealing a white corset, garters, thong, and stockings.

Grants pupils dilated as I prepared to give him a private dance, but unlike the last time I’d danced for him, this time he could touch me. I grabbed my phone and played a song. Once the haunting beat began, I lowered myself onto him.

I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and took a moment to appreciate the beauty of my husband. His broad shoulders, his intricate ink, the bulge of his biceps, his hard cock pressing through his pants.

He licked his lips again. “I should’ve booked a room with a pole.”

I switched into my best Ksenya accent to have some fun. “I want it to be pleasing to you.”

He let out a laugh. “Come here, baby.”

His strong hands stroked my curves, settling on my hips as I ground on his lap. His fingers kneaded my ass as I nibbled on his earlobe. His scent intoxicated me, so masculine, so virile.

I twisted, giving him my back, and his lips kissed my neck as his hands cupped my breasts, rubbing my nipples until I moaned. Our bodies moved in rhythm to the music, and I got off on teasing him.

Finally I turned and knelt in front of him, unbuckled his belt, and took his cock into my mouth.

“Yeah, baby.”

He placed his hand on the back of my head, and I licked up his length before taking my husband deep in my throat. I grasped my hand around the base of his cock and glided my lips up and down.

He let out a growl as my pace increased. Tasting him, sucking him, stroking him with my hot mouth.

I didn’t want to stop, but he took control back and pulled me off him.

“My turn.”

He flipped me around and sat me on his lap, slowly unclasping one hook after another down the back of my corset. Then shifted us so I was sitting on the chair with him between my knees as he peeled the fabric from my body. My nipples puckered under his gaze. I was so wet, so fucking turned on, so blissfully happy.

Cupping my breasts in his hands, he bit my lower lip then sucked on my nipple, the heat between my legs begging for relief.

“That’s it, baby, I want to watch you come.”