VOWS (Web of Sin) by Aleatha Romig

Author:Aleatha Romig
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: contemporary, romance, mafia, crime, billionaire
Publisher: Romig Works
Published: 2022-02-03T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

Araneae

THE OPENING OF THE door echoed through our darkened bedroom. Despite the hour being somewhere after midnight and before two in the morning, I couldn’t sleep. My thoughts were on many things, including what was happening with the parole hearing scheduled for tomorrow. It had been three days since our family meeting.

Three days of trying to work from home.

Three days of balancing my concerns about my husband and family with those of Sinful Threads and the Sparrow Institute. I missed having Jana work for me at Sinful Threads. She was an asset from her first day. However, she’d found more of a calling at the institute. I knew in my heart that leaving her in charge would keep the Sparrow Institute running the way it should.

She contacted me multiple times a day with updates. Not to mention the numerous emails and conferences online.

A few years ago, Winnie, my friend and onetime assistant to Louisa and me—the founders of Sinful Threads—moved to Chicago to help operate Sinful Threads from here. We’d even made her a partner.

With Jana and Winnie on my side, both businesses were thriving. If it wasn’t for a beautiful four-year-old who wanted to do whatever Mommy was doing, I might actually get something accomplished.

I was thinking about Jana’s last email when the sound of the bedroom door alerted me that I wasn’t alone.

“Sterling.”

I saw his faint silhouette in the darkness seconds before the bed dipped with his weight. Before I could speak again, his lips were on mine. This wasn’t a chaste kiss at discovering I was awake.

No.

It was a cry for help in the only way my husband could do it—without words.

His kiss was possessive, overflowing with both need and passion. His strong lips forcibly took mine as his tongue sought entrance. Willingly, I opened, welcoming his invasion. He tasted like coffee and stress.

Our breaths labored as he pulled the t-shirt he wore over his head before again claiming me. His large hands roamed beneath the silk camisole I was wearing, caressing my skin. It was as if we hadn’t made love in days or weeks. Sterling was hungry for our connection. And after only minutes of his adoration, my appetite was equally as ravenous.

Eight years of marriage and our fervor was as overpowering as it had been when we met. Sterling used to tell me that I was his. He’d said my body knew. I just needed to give my mind time to agree.

As my silk shorts and his pajama pants found their way to our bedroom floor, my mind had no doubt that the vows we’d made were what was meant to be. He was without a doubt the man I was meant to love. He had all of me—my mind, my body, and my soul. We were created to complete the other. There was no other explanation for our bond.

“Fuck,” I called out as he drove deep inside me, my back arching and knees rising, as I lifted my heels to his tight ass.

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