ANASTASIA
"Uncle?" Zade arched his brow.
I couldn’t resist grinning. "You know everything about me, yet you don’t know that?"
"I make it my business to know just about you. Anything else is unimportant."
That was so like him.
Ever since he walked into this room, my heart has been in my throat. For the last few days I haven’t quite looked at him, and now that I do, I have never seen a more dashing man who radiated dominance and danger.
There was a five o’clock shadow along his jaw from the growing stubble, and that rough edge only added to his masculinity.
His three-piece suit was all in black, and the tailored coat over it completed the appeal.
"Nevertheless, I never knew you had any relatives, no less an uncle."
I rubbed my lips together, tasting the lipstick I’d applied not too long ago.
"That’s because I don’t know much about him, I only saw pictures of him." I answered, dropping my bag on the nearby table. "I’ve only heard about him once from my father. I think he lives in a different city or something."
"You know his name?"
"Why?"
"For research purposes."
I scoffed. "Don’t tell me you’re gonna kill him or something."
He chuckled. "Why do you assume I’m gonna do that? As your husband, it’s only customary that I know all about my wife’s relatives, especially at a time like this. We have to look out for any evil aunties and uncles."
"Hmm."
"What are the chances he’s gonna show his face?"
I sighed, looking to the side. "I don’t know. I just have a feeling I’m gonna see a lotta people at the funeral, and there’s gonna be cameras all over my face. I bet it’d weird them out when I don’t shed a fucking tear. The least I can do is put on a poker face or something."
Zade took my chin, and the contact made my skin run hot. Looking back at him, I drowned in those green orbs. They appeared darker, but they were still so beautiful.
"You don’t have to worry about any of that, kitten. The funeral will be as private as possible. So I want you to be yourself."
I was embarrassed to admit Zade had handled all the preparations for the funeral. I wasn’t capable of doing it on my own. I wasn’t prepared.
I’ve been stuck in my own head for the last few days, unable to escape from that scene.
I rested my hands on his chest and arched my face up until our noses touched. I felt his warm breath on my face, making me ticklish.
"Kiss me," I said.
"Is that an order?" he teased with a grin.
Chewing the inside of my mouth, I gripped the collar of his coat and pulled him down, his lips pressing against mine instantly, and I seized that initiative to ravage him recklessly, as though he was the air I needed to breathe.
It was rushed and messy but perfect. It was what I needed to feel. I’ve been numb, and the only one who could give me what I wanted was Zade.
Zade remained a statue as I had my way with him. And when he wasn’t responding as I wanted, I pulled away but only briefly before I locked our lips again.
"Please..." I whispered.
My breath caught when his hand closed around my neck, his grip tightening until I felt the pressure, yet I sank my teeth into my bottom lip in sizzling anticipation.
"Do you realize what you’re begging for, little kitten?" He spoke against my lips, and even then I pushed to kiss him again.
"Yes..."
My back met the mirror before I could blink and he hastily hooked my leg on his waist. My gown rolled up until I felt his bare hands touch my thigh, peeking from the stockings I wore.
Our mouths clashed with more passion. It was hurried as though we were running out of time.
I groaned shakily when he rubbed his erection against me, and the hardness made my pussy weep in need.
I stopped kissing him, and my mouth parted in wonder as I traced my hand on his jawline, shivering as I felt the roughness beneath my fingertips.
Despite the gloves getting in the way, it still managed to pull a reaction out of me.
God... with my lipstick smeared all over his mouth and chin, it was like I had marked him in some way. I wished he’d walk out of here and showcase it proudly for everyone to see how much his wife was crazy about him.
Grinning, Zade released my leg and slowly lowered himself to his knees, and my eyes followed in a heartbeat.
"What are you—" I was cut short when he raised my legs and placed them on his broad shoulders until I was saddled against it, my back pressing into the mirror more.
"The least I can do is taste you before your father’s six feet under the ground."
Oh God.
I rasped, sinking my hand into his hair when he licked me through my panties.
"Mm... already so wet, and it’s not even raining here."
I moaned when he repeated the action before I felt his hand pushing my panties aside and his tongue made contact with my pussy.
"Oh, Zade..." I sighed out softly as he tasted me slowly and sweetly.
"Mmmm!" I bit my lips, lowering my gaze and mesmerized by how his head moved between my legs.
"Ana?"
I froze instantly when Jade’s voice came through, followed by a knock.
"Are you done? It’s almost time."
I grunted when Zade sucked harder, his tongue fucking me like a vibrator.
Don’t make a sound! Don’t make a sound! Don’t make a sound!
"Nnngh!"
Horrified, I slapped my hand on my mouth.
"Ana? Are you okay?"
My heart dropped when the doorknob twisted, and I knew for sure the door wasn’t fucking locked!
"Yes!"
I was close to climax, and the buildup was torturous because I was freaking out of my mind while managing the flow of Zade’s tongue parting my clit.
He thrust his tongue and did a tremendous rotation that had my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I hit my first release.
A breathy moan fled from my lips as Zade picked up the pace again.
Zade chuckled, and I felt the vibration all the way to my abdomen, urging me towards another climax as though the first was nothing.