Irrevocable (Fated series (can be read as a standalone) Book 3) Page 17

  I thought back to the day before, when I had told John that it was a dream of mine to visit and spend time sketching in Rome. I had watched as he had run the information around in his head. A few minutes later he had phoned Frankie’s husband, Alex Blackmore, telling him he needed to take a few days off. I listened as Alex, who had such a deep voice I could hear most of the conversation between the two of them, had told him that the operation with Bella and Nathan was about to come to a head and he wouldn’t be able to get back in time to help anyway. I saw John’s relief at that information, ultimately the distance had taken the matter completely out of his hands. It wasn’t that he was opting out and taking a sabbatical, he simply wouldn’t be on time anyway. He obviously took his job, as well as everything else, very seriously. The conversation started to come to an end and as it did so his eyes had shot over to mine and his eyebrow had raised in question. I looked back at his questioning glare and lifted my arms up, opening the palms of my hands in the air, posing a silent “what?” He had shaken his head at me and raised the eyebrow even further causing the crease above it to appear, and I knew I was in trouble.

  Finally, their call ended.

  ‘Have you been speaking to Bella on the phone?’ he questioned, as he crossed his arms over his chest and his eyebrow continued to rise

  ‘Yes… why?’

  ‘The Antonescus have been tracking Bella and Nathan. Alex and the rest of my security team seem to think that’s how.’

  ‘Oh no!’ I quickly raised a hand to my mouth as guilt flooded through my system.

  ‘Luckily, it’s fallen right into the Blackmores’ hands, but it could have been so very different. It looks like they have them right where they want them, with luck it will be over soon… What’s crazier is that neither Nathan nor I realised you’d been speaking to each other.’

  ‘It was only twice, that’s probably why,’ I shot back, feeling guilty that we hadn’t thought through the ramifications, but in our defence, we hadn’t ever been in this situation before.

  ‘It only takes once for the information to be obtained…’ His voice was in control and professional, I felt the sting like a small child who had been told off. He rubbed his face with both hands and for a moment I thought he was angry. When his face reappeared, a small smile was in place as he uttered, ‘Goddamn women.’

  ‘You can’t live without us!’ I tried to lift the guilt I felt about our calls with a jokey comment.

  ‘No… I’m beginning to think you may be right, wife. I’m not sure what you’re doing to me, but I do know that I like it.’ He had offered me a wink and a large hand came out to trap my small one in it. ‘Being married certainly has its advantages.’

  ‘Really?’ I answered coyly. ‘Perhaps you’d better just show me exactly what you mean by advantages.’ I twisted my fingers in my hair and batted my eyelashes at him, pretending to be the innocent young girl I had been a decade earlier.

  He had pulled me to him and began to show me exactly what it was he couldn’t live without.

  Darkness had taken over the skies as we pulled away from the dock side. I was ecstatic with the car that had picked up Jasmin and I from the port of Civitavecchia. It was luxurious and I knew she hadn’t seen much luxury in her life, but I wanted that to change. She had given me the greatest gift I had ever received, her love. We hadn’t said the exact words to each other, but the beautiful woman at my side, now wrapped up in one of my large arms, told me how she felt in every smile and touch she bestowed on me. My history had shown me that I was a cold-hearted bastard, Jasmin made me human.

  For probably the first time in a long time, I felt as though I belonged to someone, wholly and absolutely. She had me completely under her spell.

  Marry in haste, repent at leisure.

  Isn’t that what they say?

  After marrying the first woman I had connected with in eight years, under the guise of protecting my own cover, I was rapidly realising that I wanted more. Scratch that, I wanted everything she had to give. The only thing I was repenting was the tidal-wave of emotions building up inside of me. It appeared that by finally unlocking my heart, I was releasing myself to feel more strongly than I ever had before. Ultimately it terrified me, it made me feel vulnerable and I hated it, but if this was what it took to keep her by my side then I wouldn’t have it any other way. I would willingly accept anything thrown at me.

  I would die for her.

  I wanted to be her entirety.

  I wanted her world to begin and end with me.

  Jesus H Christ! I want the cottage with the white picket fence!

  I understood from the conversation we’d had a couple of days before that Rome was on her bucket list. I couldn’t think of a more fitting place to take her. We needed to get away from everyone, as nice as her family seemed to be I wanted her all to myself. I was pleased with myself, I’d managed to secure a much sought after boutique hotel on the Piazza Navona. Having a former diplomat for a father had its perks, but only material ones, he had made a phone call on my behalf. I knew he would want something in return as that was how he operated, but it was a small price to pay. Generally, I made it a firm rule to stay out of his life and he in return stayed away from mine, I couldn’t think of a better arrangement.

  ‘Jasmin.’ I bent my head low to place a small kiss on the top of her head, inhaling her sweet smell as I did so. It finally clicked into place and the flashback to my childhood came instantly, as I remembered the sweets my mama always had in her handbag. ‘Parma violets,’ I whispered into her hair. I took in the recognition of the smell I loved. ‘Sugar, you need to wake up. You’ll want to see the lights of Rome as we begin to enter the city.’

  ‘Mmm hmm.’ I felt her arm tighten around my body as she snuggled further into me. Need for her flooded my system, not that it ever seemed too far away from bubbling up to the surface, threatening at any time to take over my thoughts and feelings. I wanted to lose myself into the feeling of her and later was not a word that I comprehended. I refused to deny how much I needed and wanted her anymore. Stretching out my left hand, I pressed the privacy button and looked straight ahead as the black glass began to seamlessly rise into place. The chauffeur fleetingly lifted his eyes and caught my gaze in the mirror. I scowled at his understanding, not wanting to share with anyone even the thought of my wife coming undone, then his eyes disappeared from my view. I shifted myself slightly, leaning Jasmin away from me and moving her into the burgundy leather cushioning at the side of her. Her eyes didn’t open, just a small murmur of complaint escaped her lips and I watched her search for me with her body in her half sleep as I fell onto my knees in front of her bare legs. She deserved to be worshipped and I was going to show her just how much.

  Always wearing a suit came with perks. Sitting back on my haunches I pulled up my suit trousers, giving my knees more room, and adjusted the front of my crotch over my already growing erection. The one pair of jeans I owned would have killed me in this situation. Reaching up, my fingers found my tie and I started to release the perfect Windsor knot I had fastened there not even an hour before. I pulled my tie downwards sharply, hearing the whip it made as it left my collar and I inhaled deeply at the satisfying noise. If she’d had her eyes open I would have made the movement slow, to seduce her mind, but she wasn’t and I knew I was running out of time. Slowly I trailed my fingertips up the exposed flesh of her legs from her ankle, around behind the soft sensitive part at the back of her knees and up under the flowing, flowery short skirt she was wearing. Repeating the movement over and over again, I watched as her tongue came out to wet her lips and a blush took over her cheeks. Her hands started to shift, the one beside her gripped into the soft leather and the other came to her lap as she shifted her body slightly and instinctively pulled her skirt back down the few inches I had lifted the soft fabric.

  These were instincts I wanted to erase.

  Every action deserves a reaction, and this was my reaction to what was a deliberate action on her part
earlier in the day. So really, this was all her fault, I thought with a small smile. Her little skirt had caught my eye the moment I had watched her precariously step her nude heels into it back in the cabin, or was it the silk underwear I knew it concealed beneath it? My eyes had found it difficult to peel themselves away from her backside as she had walked ahead of me and then as she delicately lowered herself into the car. The way the material fell over the round swell of her backside as she walked had been hypnotising. I had wanted her then. In my mind, I had pushed her up against the car, lifting the silk fabric high to remove the barrier that was in between me and my woman, and I had thrust myself deep inside her.

  Another moan fell from her open mouth as I ran my well-kept fingernails gently down the inside of her thighs. Her hands once again fidgeted and my tight rein of restraint snapped. I moved quickly, reaching up to run my fingers over the wet part of her panties. She gasped at the contact and her eyes flew open, taking in the sight of me between her legs. Hooking one finger inside her panties I pulled firmly and quickly, ripping the material from her. Her eyes dilated with the movement.

  ‘Oh… my… God, John, what are you doing?’

  I loved her sense of propriety, I wanted to corrupt every single pure thought she had ever had. I knew it would be short lived as I continued to command her body to feel and experience everything I could offer her. Showing her the ripped fabric between my fingers as I lifted it to my face and ran my tongue over the wet patch she had made for me, I saw her eyes dilate wider and she bit down onto her bottom lip as she took in what I was doing.

  ‘Jasmin, give me your wrists.’

  Her arms came together quickly in front of her. Her nipples beaded to hard points under her top. I knew she had worn no bra today. I had watched her dress, questioning her with my pursed lips and jealous-as-fuck eyes. Apparently, the strappy back would show bra straps, and although she was well endowed, her breasts were supported enough by her own muscles. I knew all about her breasts, but was reluctant to let others into her secrets. I tied her wrists together quickly with my tie, using a knot I had learnt to do a long time ago. Once again, I ran my hands up her legs as I took in the sight of my gorgeous wife. Her loose hair fell about her bare shoulders. I allowed my gaze to wander down as I fought with my hands not to touch her, knowing the heady atmosphere of want would take over her senses as her body unknowingly began to beg for my attention. I savoured the sight of her puckered nipples as they pushed into the fabric of her top. My eyes travelled down further to the sight of her raised skirt and her bare, glistening wet cunt. I watched as she opened her legs wider, as she subconsciously begged me to touch her.

  Looking out of the window briefly I realised that traffic had built up, slowing down our journey into the city. That played right into my hands. I sat back again, removing the heat of my body from her desperate inaudible plea. I allowed myself to play with her like a cat does with a mouse as she began to writhe, the wet pool she had made underneath her caused a low squeak as she moved her backside over the leather.

  Just like that I was undone, as the movement made her intoxicating arousal hit my nostrils. I placed my hands to her knees and parted her legs as wide as they would comfortably go. The swollen lips of her cunt flowered open. Leaning over her I ran my finger up and down, relishing the wet heat.

  ‘Do you want my tongue, Sugar?’

  ‘Yes, please.’ I raised my eyebrow to her. ‘Yes… please, sir.’

  ‘Good girl.’ I allowed my finger to travel down further, to spread her arousal down to the tight, puckered little hole that I had felt her tighten before when I had touched her there. There was no need, her arousal had run down there already. At this realisation, my erection pressed painfully up into the leather belt that confined it.

  ‘I will have this, Jasmin. And believe me when I tell you, you will give it to me willingly, but for now I am going to worship you with my talented tongue.’ I gave her a wink and watched her relax back into the leather once again.

  What I hadn’t taken into consideration was the effect my game would have on me. The moment my tongue touched her hot flesh, I fought with every restraint I had not to come in my boxers. Her taste, her whimpers and moans, hit every sense I possessed. I knew she wouldn’t take long to fall over the edge, if we’d had more time I would have worked with that information and made her teeter right on the edge for as long as I wanted to hold her there. Her desperation fed my desperation. As I flicked her clit with the point of my tongue, her bound hands flew down onto the top of my head as she tried to grasp my hair in between her fingers.

  Fucking H Christ!

  I reached down to the zip of my trousers and allowed myself to remove my throbbing cock from his painful prison. With a firm and almost painful grip, I quickly moved my large hand up and down my shaft, until a deep moan left my mouth, vibrating over her swollen clit.

  She shattered around me.

  Her orgasm came over her in waves.

  Her cries fed my soul.

  When I had lapped up all of her release, very slowly I lifted my face and lay my head down on the sensitive skin of her thigh, kissing the skin as I did so. Without her knowing and with a massive amount of difficulty I tucked my rock-hard cock away.

  Looking up, I took in the state of bliss she was still wrapped up in.

  ‘OK, Sugar?’

  ‘Yep… I’m more than OK… Thank you.’ I watched a tiny shy smile caress the corners of her lips. I looked out of the window next to me.

  ‘My pleasure, believe me. But you might want to take back those thanks as we’re just about to pull up outside of our hotel. The doorman is outside awaiting our arrival.’ I pulled at the knot to release her wrists as she leapt up trying to make herself decent once again. I shoved her ripped panties and my tie into the pocket of my suit jacket and pushed my arms into its sleeves, shrugging my shoulders into the covering and effectively hiding the shoulder holster, which was on my body so often it felt like a second skin. Taking in the fact that my woman was now covered against prying eyes, I pulled her down onto my lap as the limo began to slow outside of the hotel. With one hand on a globe of her arse cheek, my other hand found its way to her chin and with gentle fingers I positioned her face in front of me. Dipping my head down, I allowed my mouth to devour hers. I had never been one for public shows of affection, but I was in too deep here and wanted the world to see me claim and mark her as mine.

  The door opened and the warm sultry night air forced its way into our confines. A male cleared his throat and slowly our lips broke apart.

  ‘Mine,’ I whispered to her. I watched as she smiled in acknowledgement.

  Slowly she trailed her fingers down my face and over the small amount of stubble I now kept on my face just for her.

  ‘Sir, madam?’ The Italian voice interrupted our moment. ‘May I help you out?’

  ‘No thanks… I’m the only one who touches my wife.’ Jasmin’s eyes shot to mine in warning. ‘Do you want him to lean in here and smell the aroma of your beautiful sweet cunt, Jasmin?’ I whispered into her ear, allowing my tongue to flick out and momentarily make contact with the shell of her ear.

  She gasped. Her eyes widened in alarm. ‘No.’

  ‘Then you will allow me to carry you over the threshold and into the hotel like I want to, won’t you?’ I looked at her questioningly, feeling my eyebrow raise once again.

  Jasmin reluctantly nodded. I loved her constant battle with me for control, my wife was certainly no submissive, except in the bedroom, it seemed. I stepped out of the limo and bent down to swing her up high into my arms. She took her comfortable position against my chest and I slowly turned on the spot so she could see the beautiful architecture that was Rome. I heard the moment that she took in our destination, as her eyes looked up and down the Piazza Navona with its three beautiful fountains.

  ‘It’s stunning, John.’

  ‘It is… but it’s not as stunningly breathtaking as you.’

  I carried her into the bu
ilding as she clasped onto me tighter. My heart broke out of its shell at the realisation that I never wanted to lose the feeling of wholly belonging to someone, ever again.

  After we had toured our small, classically-styled suite hand in hand, I left Jasmin in the huge antique, claw-footed, roll-top bath, which was placed centrally in the marble bathroom. She was naked, covered in bubbles and completely relaxed, so relaxed she was singing. Just how I wanted her to be. I knew from an earlier phonecall that the operation back at home with Bella and Nathan was about to come to a head. I had absolute faith in the guys that I had hand-picked and trained, but when passion was involved people could make silly mistakes. I had found that out only days before, when blinded by lust and what I now recognised as love, I had failed to read the signs that my new wife was in danger. Alex had allowed Nathan to join in, in their set up of the Antonescu family. Although I understood Nathan’s need to do so, and Alex’s brotherly love in allowing it, I knew it came with its own risks. When I had tried to voice that opinion in a discussion with Alex, he had shot me down in flames. He’d laughed as he pointed out to me that I must know how it felt, to want to protect the woman who had hold of your heart by the balls. I acknowledged that he needed to point out my failings, however it wasn’t necessary, I had already lost sleep over the inaccuracies I had made and didn’t need him to add to my misery. Listening to my old friend, one of only a few people I had let into my life, I soon understood that he was only pointing out that, like him and Nathan, I was only human and in life you make mistakes. He wasn’t reprimanding me, even though he knew it wasn’t up to my normal standard. It may not have been perfect, but it had still been successful in the end.

  I now needed to face facts and get over it.

  I shook myself from my thoughts. I had an appointment to keep with a video call coming in from Alex. I wasn’t a patient man and fired up my Mac. I signed myself into the system and paced around the beautifully decorated living area of our suite of rooms for what seemed like hours, even though it was probably only twenty minutes or so. Walking towards the drinks tray I poured myself a Macallan, feeling myself relax as I heard the thread tear on the new bottle as I unscrewed it for the first time. I dropped in the two chunks of ice that it required and undid my shirt buttons, pulling the shirt out of the top of my trousers. The ice had just started to melt as I picked up the glass and crossed the room back to my Mac. The familiar tone of the incoming video call made me walk faster. Sitting down I connected the call to find Alex, with his dark hair and grinning face, filling my screen.