Page 33 of Bad Husband

“Yes, it was locked down back when I arrived. Most of the trailers are.” She turned to look at him. “Is yours?”

“Yeah, of course it is.”

He had no idea what “locked down” meant. He was not going to worry her with the what ifs. It might be a storm that just passes by.

Taking another bite of his sandwich, they listened as the wind picked up, and the trailer seemed to shake a little. The dogs let out a little whimper. Chiara got to her feet, setting out all the necessary bowls and filling them with dog food.

Marco watched her, marveling at how beautiful she looked.

She was smiling and then they both looked at one another when they heard the crash. He turned to see that his trailer had rolled onto its side, but as it did, it also stayed perfectly still.

“You didn’t bolt it down?”

“I didn’t realize I had to,” he said.

“No worries, you and the dogs can stay here. There’s no way I’m going to allow you to function in that thing.” Chiara smiled at him.

“You’re too good to me,” he said.

“Blame the dogs, they’re the reason I can’t turn you out on your ass.”

He laughed and pulled her into his arms. “You’re too kind.”

“I’m that as well.”

It was meant to be just a hug, as a thank you, and Chiara spun in his arms, and they hadn’t talked about the sex they had in the bar bathroom. They continued to work as if it hadn’t happened, but it did.

He stared at her and couldn’t resist looking down at the fullness of her lips as she stared right back at him. He felt an answering ache in his dick. The desire to make that move was strong.

The wind whistled all around them. Chiara took his hand, and without another word, stepped into the bedroom. It was a small space, but he didn’t need anything large as he grabbed the edge of her shirt, lifted it over her head, and tossed it to the side.

Running his hands down either side of her body, he ran them back up and rounded the back, so he captured the clasp of her bra. With the easy flick of his fingers, he released the bra, and it fell away from her body. She grabbed the edge of his shirt, and pulled it over his head, tossing it to the floor.

Marco grabbed her ass and pulled her close so he could use his hands on her body and not let her go. He growled against her shoulder, kissing that delicate column at the base of her neck. She gasped, arching up, and he moved her back, so she fell against the bed. Without another word, he grabbed the button of her jeans, pinged it open and started to pull her pants down her body.

Another moan escaped her.

He could get used to this.

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In the back of her mind, Chiara knew she should tell him to stop. That was the sensible part of her brain, the one that wasn’t really focusing, and the truth was, she had missed this. Missed Marco. She still loved him. That love hadn’t died after everything happened.

She tried to hate him, and in a way, she did succeed, but the real truth was Marco was tied to that life. He was bound by the rules and law of the Bove Mafia. Each Capo would have reacted in their own way. He wasn’t wrong, some men would have taken a gun and shot her in the head for what they believed to be real.

She pushed all of that out of her mind, because she didn’t want to think of that shit life. She wanted to enjoy the now. The Marco of now was so much more enjoyable than the Capo he had to be. He smiled more, joked around, and even flirted. This was what she wanted, but she knew, in time, this was going to come to an end.

There was not going to be a choice. Marco would need to go back. He’d need to be a Capo again, and they would get a divorce, and he’d finally be free to find a wife that would suit him. She had a taste of freedom, and now there was nothing she wanted more than this freedom. There was nothing else. It felt so good. And she was so happy, and she didn’t want this to end.

Marco took her to the bed and kissed her lips, but he didn’t linger there, and he started to kiss down her body. She arched up and cried out as he got to her tits. He cupped them in his palms, massaging both of them, and then he took one nipple into his mouth, followed by the second, and she arched up, crying out. The pleasure was so intense.

Marco tongued each nipple, dancing across the peak, then he sucked it between his teeth, nibbling on the bud. She arched up and felt her arousal build between her thighs. She pressed them together, trying to create that beautiful friction. It wasn’t enough. She wanted his cock.

Marco let go of her tits as he started to kiss down her body, and she arched up, crying out at the instant hit of pleasure that consumed her from the touch of his tongue.

She felt him at her pants, releasing the button, followed by the zipper. Chiara closed her eyes and lifted her ass up off the bed, as he pulled the jeans down. His palms were at either side of her hips, and she lifted up, as if to help him slide the panties off, but there was no point, as he gripped them in his hand and tugged. The fabric tore, giving way under his hand.

Chiara gasped, but then he spread her thighs, and his face was against her pussy. He spread the lips of her sex, and his tongue started to lavish her clit. He flicked his tongue back and forth across her clit, and then he took the bud between his teeth. She didn’t know if she would be able to handle that kind of pleasure as he pushed her to the edge, and she felt close to losing her mind.