Marrying My Best Friend's Sister: A Billionaire Enemies to Lovers MC Romance (Secret Love) by Nikki Bloom (free ebook novel .txt) 📗

was something about her that just did it for me. I don’t know if it was the knowledge that she wanted nothing from me other than to have me plunder her… that much was obvious by her impatience, the lust burning in her eyes. It was so pure and unadulterated with agendas that I couldn’t help but surrender myself over to her enthusiasm.

I decided to let down my walls a little. Just enough that I could thoroughly enjoy her and let her have her way with me.

We both deserve this.

Her hand on my dick was magic. She was clearly not very experienced in the art of seduction, but what she lacked in technique she made up for with enthusiasm. This second coupling was nothing like the first. For one thing, it was much less hurried. For another, it felt less…terrifying. The papers had been signed, and in the eyes of the state, we belonged to each other.

The proverbial pressure was off, even as the significance of what we were doing hung over us.

Consummating a marriage.

The concept of it was surreal to me, but as she ran her hand up and down my dick, urging me forward as she tried to wrap her legs around my waist, it felt right. I grabbed her by the ass and pulled her half off the sofa, taking her legs and propping them on my shoulders as she squeaked with surprise.

I thrust into her in one long, smooth movement, enjoying the bleating noises she made in response. I gave her no time to adjust, just began to slowly thrust in and out, in a measured, rhythmical pattern, enjoying the way her flesh closed around mine, squeezing for all it was worth.

She felt hot and wet, her fount of Venus a repository for my dick, where it slid home slickly and easily every time. I was grunting and groaning like a Neanderthal and didn’t even try to stop myself. It all felt too good. I could feel my stomach swoop in reaction to every thrust. Her wordless begging drove me over the edge and my pace became less measured, more frantic.

“Fuck!” My hips pistoned mercilessly into her as she held on to the pillows of the sofa, and shouted unintelligible words at me. From the tone, I had to infer that she wanted more, so I gave it to her.

It was everything I could ever have hoped for from a marriage partner and even as I reveled in it, it scared me shitless.

My hands reached for hers and she gave them to me without hesitation. Our eyes met even as climax bore down on me. Her body began to shake beneath me, muscles clenching tight and releasing against my spurting member. A shudder shook me from head to toe as I emptied myself inside of her and she milked me of every drop.

It was everything I could ever want. It was terrifying.

The movers had done a credible job of getting Nico’s things into my apartment. Where there had been nothing but unbroken line of windows, there now sat a red plush bean chair and a small white stool. Behind it sat a small shelf of books. I didn’t remember seeing them at Nico’s place, but they looked very much like her – a little cranny where she could sit and shut out the world for a while.

I smiled at her. “Do you like it?”

She lifted her eyebrows. “They did an excellent job of reading my mind. Even the clothes are color coded in the drawers. Are these guys wizards or something?”

I laughed. “Nah. They’re just thorough. They probably made a note of how you kept your things at your place and tried to replicate some of that here.”

“Well, I am very impressed. I expected to feel out of place but…” She shook her head.

“Well, I’m glad you like it.”

She nodded, turning to me. “Well, now what?”

I took her hand and led her to my office. “First of all, as my wife, there are some things you should have.” I handed her a small packet which she opened, her eyes bright with curiosity. She upended the contents into her palm, staring at them as if waiting for an explanation. I pointed out the items as I named them.

“Car keys for your brand new BMW, black card, and the keys to the house, although Morgan’s going to get you on the biometric lock as soon as he’s back from work.”

“This isn’t necessary.” She shook her head, “Well, maybe the house keys.”

I took her by the arms. “Nicolette Innes Cliff, you’re my wife now and with that comes certain expectations. Now your Volkswagen coupe is a great car, but it doesn’t pass muster as my wife’s car. As for the black card, you know you’ll need to go shopping for clothes.”

She looked down at what she was wearing. “What’s wrong with this?”

“Absolutely nothing if you’re on a government salary.”

She narrowed her eyes at me and I gave her a naughty grin. “Come on, don’t even act like you don’t want to go all pretty woman on 5th Avenue.”

She twisted her mouth at me, but I could see her trying not to smile. “Well, if you wanna make that big mistake, who am I to stop you? Can I take Jacinda with me? She has much better taste.”

I shrugged. How much damage could they do really? Probably not as much as my mother. Not on their best day. “Knock yourself out.”

“Famous last words, Domenic. You wanna take them back now or…?”

I leaned forward, right into her face, took her bottom lip in my mouth and nibbled gently. “Do…your…worst,” I said between tiny kisses.

She surged forward, capturing my lips and sucking her tongue into my mouth. “Fine,” she said and walked off like nothing had happened. I blinked after her in disbelief. She threw me a naughty look over her shoulder and disappeared into the bedroom. I hesitated, wondering if I should follow her.

I took a step towards the