IRENE

Kian was insatiable.

I woke up in his arms, his front to my back and his fingers in between my legs, teasing me down there and his other hand groping my breast.

But deep down, I shared that insatiable need of his.

He lifted my leg over his hips, opening me for himself as his cock pressed to my entrance.

I told him I was sore, he answered that he would be gentle.

He was so freaking gentle that towards the end, I begged him to fuck me harder which he did until I came.

He then carried me into the shower, placing me down on shaky legs and I hugged him.

The shower rained down on us and Kian wordlessly, grabbed the shower gel and lathered it in between his palms, rubbing it over my back.

A kiss was dropped to the top of my head and I snuggled closer to him. "I don't wanna go to work."

"Don't."

I groaned. "No, you are supposed to be the mature one. Don't support me or else I won't go."

"I mean it. Don't go."

"It's not fair. I just joined and it's Monday. I don't wanna disappoint Zaire."

"There's no need to impress that fucker", he growled.

I sighed, looking up at him and cupping his face. "My dear husband, I am not trying to impress him. But he is my boss and I don't wanna leave a bad impression on him, that's it. Don't be jealous."

"I'm not jealous." He grumbled.

I got on my tiptoes, pecking his lips. "Sure. You are just overly possessive over me which is kinda flattering though others might say that it's a red flag."

Kian caught my mouth in a deep, hot kiss and I pushed him away before he could start fucking me again.

If he does that, I won't be able to walk for sure.

I was about to wash my hair but Kian pulled me back in his arms and grabbed the shampoo bottle.

My eyes fluttered close the moment his fingers started to massage my scalp with the shampoo and I leaned back against him and let him pamper me.

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My neck had several hickeys on it but Kian was so damn stubborn that he didn't let me cover them up.

He wanted me to go to work like that.

I stuffed a scarf inside my handbag so I could put it on later and then we both went down for breakfast.

"They will know that we had sex..." I mumbled, squeezing his hand as I stopped outside the dining room.

"So?" He raised a brow. "It's not like they don't have sex all the damn time."

"I know but they are married!"

"And we are not?" He drawled.

"I mean...yes but...still..."

I groaned when he dragged me inside and three pairs of eyes turned to us.

Armano smirked, Mea looked happy and Aly was appalled.

Aly addressed Kian, sounding horrified. "Why do you keep biting Aunty?!"

My eyes widened and I choked on air, coughing loudly.

Kian looked concerned as he rubbed my back.

Once my coughing fits stopped, I took a seat, avoiding everyone's stares and Kian sat down beside me.

"Aunty, are you okay?" Aly asked.

"Yes." I smiled at her. "I am okay."

"Oh, she is more than okay." Mea chuckled.

Embarrassed, I shot her a glare.

"Then why did Uncle bite her? Does he not care for her?"

Kian sighed loudly and got busy with filling his plate.

"Ask Daddy", Mea told her.

Aly turned to Armano. "Daddy? Tell me."

Armano was speechless as he thought over how to explain it to a five-year-old. "Um, you see...sometimes you bite each other to show... affection."

"That's weird." Aly made a disgusted face.

But thankfully, she didn't ask further on that topic and I kept my head low as I ate.

Under the table, Kian's fingers wrapped around my thigh, squeezing it and they remained there providing me comfort.

After breakfast, I followed Kian to his bike as he wanted to drop me off at work.

Getting behind him, I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him from behind.

Those three words were on the tip of my tongue, ready to be let out but I held myself back.

Even if Kian doesn't say it back, I would be okay with it. As long as he doesn't push me away.

Outside the office building, I got off the bike and Kian came down too as we both removed our helmets and I hugged him immediately.

His arms went around me and when I lifted my face up, he kissed my forehead before bending down further to kiss my lips.

"You are oddly affectionate for someone who didn't like physical touches", I whispered playfully against his lips.

"Only for you, wife." He kissed my cheek and I stepped away from him.

I grinned at him, blushing slightly. "Well, I am special after all."

"I'll see you in the evening, hubby." I waved at him as I started to walk away.

This time, he lifted his hand up and waved back at me.

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KIAN

"I need your help."

"Me?" Armano pointed at himself, looking around dramatically. "Are you asking me for help?"

I narrowed my eyes at him as he sat opposite me, his legs resting on top of my desk.

He removed his legs from the desk and leaned forward. "Okay, fine. As the elder one, I have decided to help my little brother. Ask."

I was only three years younger than him and not little at all at the age of thirty but I didn't argue over that. He always wanted a little brother of his own as a kid but when Aunty had Lenore, he claimed me as his unofficial sibling.

"I want to plan a date for Irene."

He whistled. "Ooh, I see. This is interesting. What do you want help with?"

"What does one do on a date?"

"Okay, so, there are different types of dates. For example, you can take her to an expensive place, wine and dine her. The other is where you take her somewhere private, and plan something more thoughtful for her, that way it's intimate and I would suggest this one over the other as your first date. Then you simply talk, eat, do some activity if there is one, kiss, hold hands, etc. It's simple but it helps you bond."

I nodded. "Give me ideas."

"Well, that's up to what your partner likes. Do something that she would love."

Before I could think deeply about it, Armano spoke, smirking. "I thought I would never see this day. Kian Ludovica being whipped for a woman."

I rolled my eyes and focused on my laptop screen where the CCTV footage was playing showing the inside of Irene's small office. My obsession with her grew with every passing second and I had to see her so I hacked into the cameras and watched her work.

"You shouldn't have thrown away my gift though, it could have come in handy."

I glanced at him. "Don't need condoms."

He smirked. "Oh God, it does run in the blood, doesn't it?"

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"Oh, you do. You have a breeding kink too, huh?"

I shrugged.

He chuckled. "Do you know that kinks are genetic?"

That made me scowl.

"Yeah, not a very nice thing to know but yes, they are genetic. Also, I was calculating the other day and I realised that your Mom got pregnant with Cel even before she got married, so you know..."

I was mortified. "Why the fuck were you calculating when my Mom got pregnant?"

"Um...out of curiosity? Ever since I read about kinks being genetic, I haven't been the same."

He was crazy.

I dismissed him and got to thinking, planning the best date ever.

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Irene sat on my lap, leaning against my chest as she used her phone while I read my book in my chair.

I kept one hand under her thigh, stroking her there and with the other I held the book.

"Ki?" She asked sometime later after keeping her phone away.

"Hmm?"

"Would you still want me if I was a worm?"

What?

"No."

"No?! How dare you? You are supposed to say yes." She glared at me.

I placed the book away and looked down at her. "How the hell am I supposed to fuck a worm?"

She gasped, smacking my chest repeatedly. "So, you only want me for sex. I knew it!"

Did I? Absolutely not. I might go on without having sex with her but I go fucking crazy if she is not by my side. So, no. I didn't want her just for sex.

Chuckling softly, I grabbed her around her waist firmly when she attempted to get off me.

She huffed. "Let me go. I don't wanna talk to you anymore."

"So, you don't want to go on a date with me?"

Her eyes lit up, all the anger melting away instantly. "A date? When? Where?"

"I thought you didn't want to talk to me."

"Ugh, come on." She put her arms around my neck, pecking my lips, putting on an innocent look. "You know I can't go without talking to you, hubby."

"Mhmm."

"Please, tell me, Kian." She pouted.

"This weekend."

"And where are you taking me?"

"It's a surprise."

"Oh." She grinned. "Okay!"

She looked so fucking happy just at the idea of a date, I wonder how she will react when she goes there.

I felt excited at the prospect of seeing her reaction.

She traced my lips with her fingertip. "Look at you smiling like a human. Is this for me, husband?"

"Everything of mine is for you alone, wife." I captured her lips in a kiss.

She eagerly responded to me, our lips moving in sync. This time she licked my lips with her tongue until I opened up for her.

The kiss soon turned into a desperate one as she ran her palms down my chest and I squeezed her ass.

With great difficulty, I pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva stretching between our lips as we both breathed heavily.

"At times I might get rough with you.", I whispered, "You should choose a safeword. Do you know what that is?"

She nodded, eyes still on my lips.

"Then choose, baby. Any time you want me to stop, just say it. I don't want to hurt you in any way."

"I trust you, Kian and I feel safe with you even when we have sex so, it's not--"

"Choose a word. It's for precaution."

"Okay...um...how about...Teddy?" She smiled sheepishly.

I nodded. "Teddy it is."

Humming she leaned in to kiss me again but I stopped her. "Why don't you wear that nightgown?"

"Huh?"

"That white nightgown you wore when I was away. Why don't you wear it for me?"

She frowned. "How do you know what I wore when you were away?"

I tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I was watching you through the cameras."

Her mouth dropped. "You are saying that so casually. You were stalking me?"

"I wanted to see you."

"I'm not sure if I should be flattered by that", she mumbled.

"You only wore that when I was away."

"Oh God, you are making it sound like I wore it for someone else. It was in my wardrobe and I wanted to try it on and I was afraid that I would look ridiculous hence I only wore it when you were not there."

I was still kinda pissed off that she roamed around the house in that but then it was a conversation for another time.

"Go, wear that for me this time."

"I looked weird--"

"I got a fucking hard-on, Irene when I saw you wearing that."

Her eyes widened. "You did?"

I nipped her bottom lip. "Yes. Go change."

She got off my lap and went inside the closet to change.

When she emerged two minutes later in that nightgown, my throat dried up.

She looked like an angel. My pretty little angel. All mine.

"I can change if it looks weird..." She said nervously.

I was on her in a second, pushing her against the wall and kissing the fuck out of her making sure to wipe away all her doubts.

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