64

Eros
I sit alone in the steam room, no towel around my waist, my arms on the bench behind me, my head leaning back against the wall. My eyes are closed, and the heavy, damp air sits on my skin, pulling sweat from my pores.
I’m exhausted. I’m more tired than I’ve been in a long, long time. The steam room helps relax me after an extremely trying day, but even this isn’t bringing me back.
It’s like everything in my life is conspiring to break me, and if I don’t find some hidden reserves of energy, I fear it’ll work.
But I’m so close. Bosco is dead along with his underboss, and word is the Pavone Famiglia quickly fell into chaos and infighting, just like I wanted. They’re squabbling with each other over who will take command of the remains of their fractured organization, and I’m hoping that by the time a strong leader takes control, they’ll be so diminished that I can either destroy them outright or demand absurd concessions in exchange for peace.
Killing them with the Yakuzas’ help will have consequences, however.
The other crime families will be less likely to trust me from now on. The Yakuza proved to be good, dependable allies, but I can’t ever be sure that they won’t turn on me when it’s convenient for them.
I’ve isolated my family even more. It’ll take years to undo all the damage that has been done.
Still, my plan worked, and I can let myself enjoy it for once.
The door to the steam room cracks open. I raise my eyebrows in surprise. I told the staff to make sure nobody bothered me in here-I need time to myself to process what happened with Sophia and Anissa.
Cara steps inside.
She’s wearing only a white towel around her middle. It barely covers her tits and her bottom. Her hair’s up, held in place by a single large clip, and she looks at me nervously, her eyes flitting from my lips to my chest to my bare cock. I feel myself stiffening at the sight of her, body held in check, but there’s not much I can do about it.
“I heard you were in here,” she says quietly. “If you want to be alone-”
“No,” I say, my voice thick with desire. “It’s okay. Come here.”
She hesitates, staring at my stiff cock, but comes over. She sits nervously, shifting slightly, and I reach out to touch the bruise on her face.
Anger shimmers through me. Fucking Sophia. I despise that woman for touching my wife-for trying to kill my Cara.
“I’m okay,” she says. “Really. I am.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”
“You couldn’t have known. I mean, who would’ve guessed Sophia would come and try to kill me herself?”
“I didn’t,” I admit. In my mind, she’d use intermediaries. I never guessed she’d get her hands dirty. “But I should have been more careful. It won’t happen again.”
“Eros-” She pauses, eyes moving to my chest then back to my eyes. I hold her gaze like that, one eyebrow raised. Questioning her. Beckoning her. The steam hisses as water’s poured automatically on the coals, a fresh wave of heat and mist spreading into the room.
She takes off her towel.
I blink rapidly. Fuck, even after seeing her naked plenty of times, her body still arouses me in ways I never dreamed possible. Her nipples are hard from the moisture, and sweat drips down her lovely olive skin. I reach out to brush my knuckles against her cheek and she leans into my hand for a moment before shifting her weight and dropping to her knees in front of me.
I stare at her in surprise. She spreads my legs, hands on my thighs.
“Asteraki mu,” I say thickly.
“I keep thinking about you,” she says, taking my stiff cock in her hand. She strokes me slowly before spitting into her palm. Fuck, that’s so sexy, my heart rate triples as she rubs it into my shaft, stroking faster. “About what you said. How you wanted to treat me like your wife.”
“Yes,” I grunt, mind going haywire as pleasure assaults me. I stare at her lips, at her tits, at her hands stroking my shaft nice and slow. The fucking girl is trying to edge me. She’s trying to give me a heart attack.
“Is that really what you’d do with me?” she asks. “Would you really treat your wife that way?”
“What do you mean?”
She leans forward and rubs her breasts against my cock, giving me a lazy, sensual smile. “Would you really fuck your wife like that? Would you keep her up all night, filling her over and over until she’s sore, licking her pussy, making her come? Would you make her swallow you? Make her gag on you?”
“Yes,” I growl. “I would.”
“You’d call her filthy? You’d fuck her from behind, grab her hair, spank her ass? You’d call her a good girl when you’re done with her? After you’ve left her lying on the bed, quivering and shaking from too many orgasms?”
“Yes,” I say, groaning. “And there is no such thing as too many orgasms.”
She takes me into her mouth. Fuck, it’s like heaven. Instantly, I’m rock hard, my fingers curling into her hair. The clip falls out as I grab tightly.
Her tongue flicks around my tip, rolling through my precum, before she leans forward and slides me deep. I moan with animal pleasure as I slip down her throat. She gags, but keeps going, sucking me hard and fast, stroking my shaft with one hand.
Fuck, she looks beautiful between my legs, sweat dripping down her lovely skin, rolling down her breasts as her spit saturates my shaft.
I pull her back and want to fuck her so badly, but she puts her hands on my chest, shoving me away.
“I want to taste it,” she says, staring into my eyes. “Please, Eros.”
“Anything for my wife.”
She sucks me again, going in a frenzy. I groan, letting myself get lost in the moment, in my beautiful wife taking my cock in her mouth, in my filthy, lovely wife sucking me off, spit rolling from her mouth to my tip as she stares into my eyes. “Come on my tongue,” she whispers. “Come for me, Eros. I want it.”
I grab her hair and push her down. She moans, whimpering, as I thrust into her mouth. I’m losing my mind with pleasure and lust, I’m on fire, burning for her. I feel myself tightening, my legs tensing, growls of pleasure ripping from my throat as I fuck her lips and I lose control.
I explode into her mouth. I come so hard I feel like I might pass out. It’s ecstasy, pure and simple ecstasy, every drop falling onto her tongue. She pulls back, moaning as she swallows.
I drag her into my lap, still hard and twitching, and I kiss her. I taste myself on her tongue, not giving a fuck. I want her, my wife. I want her here with me more than anything in the world.
Holding her in my arms this morning after I ripped Sophia away, not sure if she was alive or dead, it clarified something for me.
It made my entire life snap into focus, almost painfully sharp.
Anissa and Sophia let their pasts define their present and their future, but I won’t be like them. I won’t let what happened before ruin something good.
I brush the hair from her face and she blinks rapidly, looking at my fingers.
“You’re wearing it,” she says with surprise. She sits back and grabs my left hand, holding it up in front of her face.
I force myself not to smile. “Wearing what?” I ask.
“Don’t be a jerk. You’re wearing it.” She leans forward, eyes inches away from the wedding ring I put on the moment my cousin and her mother were shoved into the back of a van and taken away. “Why now?”
I slip my hand from her grasp and touch her face. “Because when I was in that bed wondering if you’d wake up or not, I realized I’ve been fucking stupid.”
She blinks rapidly. “Eros. You don’t have to. It’s not like-it’s not like-”
She wants to say this isn’t real. I can feel it in her throat. But we both know the truth.
“I hurt your feelings when I refused to put it on,” I say softly, shaking my head. “I wanted to be like my father, but I realized my father was making a mistake. He couldn’t show weakness, but I won’t be like that. Sometimes, strength is about more than hiding your failings. It’s about accepting them and growing. It’s about becoming better for the people I care about.”
She bites her lip, staring into my eyes. “And you care about… me?”
“Yes, asteraki mu. I care about you a lot.”
“Enough to wear the ring.”
“More than enough.” I lean forward and kiss her softly. “Stay with me for a while.” And I’m not sure if I mean stay here in the steam room with me, or if I mean don’t leave when this is all over.
She curls up against my chest. Her pussy is wet and slick against my half-hard cock. The mist hisses again. “I think I like it here,” she says and looks up at me. “I have a feeling I’ll like it even more very soon.”
I grin at her, lean forward, and kiss her slowly as my hand slips down around her hips.