Sun of My Life

Chapter Nine

Adrien         

What kind of Cartel leader goes to the bookstore to buy the same book his wife was reading? The kind that needed to read the book and memorize the passage she had highlighted in bright pink with little hearts all over it.

It was porn but on paper. I mean, I saw the words sex and slit. When did they start writing stuff like this in books? Were all of her books pornographic?

Erotica.

Did she enjoy reading them? I was curious to know if she got herself off while she read them. She had begged me not to read it, but she was always reading and writing notes.

Whenever I called Héctor to ask him about her, he'd tell me she was reading. Whether it was in her room or the garden outside, she was reading. I mean, she had probably over two hundred books, and I wondered if she read all of them and noted them all.

At night, I began reading the book, and I didn't think I'd get into it until the passage she had highlighted came up. I felt my cock jerk, and not only from the words, but knowing this is what she was reading, this is what she had highlighted so she could go back to it.

It was a fingering scene, and all I could think about was touching Chiara like that. I groaned loudly. She'd be so wet, so needy, so soft and pliant beneath me. Her cunt would be greedy, tight, swallowing up my fingers one by one, and she'd move her hips.

Those sexy full hips that I'd kiss and suck later. My hand made it to my boxers, and I wrapped a hand around myself. I was already so hard for her.

"You want my fingers?" I husked, closing my eyes as I imagined her pinned down on my bed, naked, sexy, and so fucking wet.

I remember how those hard nipples peeked out from under her wet shirt, how the wet material clung to her body, showing off those curves, and that mole on the bottom of her lips.

"Ride them, baby. Fuck my fingers. So fucking pretty, baby. God, you're so wet. Tell me who you belong to. Tell me who owns this body." I groaned.

She belongs to me.

I own her body.

My hand moved faster, and my hips bucked forward as I imagined her whimpering my name, crying out for more, and then moaning as she came over my fingers. The thought of giving her an orgasm had me cumming all over my chest and hand. I let out an irate sigh.

It wasn't satisfying. I hated masturbation. I preferred the real thing, but I haven't felt this way in a while. The need to fuck, even for a release, wasn't doing it for me. It's not like I tried to sleep with other women after Chiara; I haven't.

I would never. I was a loyal man in the eyes of God. From when Antonio was born, I'd have women here and there, but it didn't do anything. I didn't feel anything.

Now, this fucking woman saunters and sways into my life, and I've fallen under her call, her trance, and there was a part of me that never wanted to escape it. If she was the only one waving the wand, casting copious spells one after the other, I was more than okay with it.

She could keep me under her bewitching spell as long as I was the only one entrapped.

***

She wore sweats too much. I didn't like it. They were baggy, too like she had gotten them from a man. The top she was wearing was perfect, though. Short sleeve, tight, and a perfect fit.

She was in the kitchen, putting on an apron while Antonio spoke to her slowly in Spanish. She chuckled, her lips fighting a smile as she tried to mimic him.