The Billionaire’s Prodigal Wife (Mackenna and Alessandro) novel Chapter 5

“Pathetic excuse for a...” his voice trailed off as her words set in and when she tried to roll off the bed, he yanked her back hard and threw his leg up over her hip and held her captive. “Where do you think you’re going? You are going to explain your statement right now.”

“You want the reasons why I think you’re a terrible husband?” She demanded, her eyes burning with rage as she glared at him. “Do you want the list in alphabetical or numerical, in English or Italian?”

“All of this because you are jealous of my friendship with Dulce.” He grimaced at her. “It is time you grew up Mackenna and realized not all relationships between a man and woman have to be about sex.”

“They do when they involve you.” She shoved on his chest trying to get away from him. “Its all you know how to do. You don’t know how to carry a conversation like a normal human being. It’s just s*x. I should have known you had no intention of taking me to dinner. You were just looking to get laid.”

Her comment stunned him. “Where the hell have you been living you’ve learned such a vocabulary?”

“A bordello.” She returned smartly. “It’s helped me come to grips with my inner s*x-slave, considering it was all you thought of me anyway. The only difference between you and my clients is they pay me cash and you bought me baubles.”

She’d pushed him too far and as soon as the words left her mouth, she knew it. His cheeks reddened with fury under the mocha complexion of his skin, his nostrils were wide and flared and his lips were pulled so tight his gritted teeth were exposed. She could see the fury as if it furled in smoky wisps from his scalp as he grabbed her hands and pinned them over her head.

“No, Alessandro.” She whispered as he tore the buttons off her shirt in one furious movement. Her bra followed in the same tattered pattern as he broke the clasp on the front. “Please Alessandro. I didn’t mean it.”

“Oh, you meant it, Mackenna. It is very clear you think I’ve used you for s*x in the past so why should today be any different?” His knee moved between hers as he held her on her back, pushing her legs wide. “However, let’s make things perfectly clear. You can try to say as you want but you enjoy the s*x as much as I do. Who used who Mackenna?”

She wanted to deny it but then his head lowered, and he sunk his teeth into the soft rounded flesh of her breast, tugging her n****e between his lips in a hard fluid motion that had her back arching off the bed. He suckled her with such ferocity when he moved his head to the other breast, he left behind a purplish love-bite from his efforts.

He had released her hands and they were buried in his hair as he repeated the same offense to the other side and then he trailed the kisses down her flat tummy, dipping his tongue into her navel as his fingers worked with dexterity on the button and zipper of her jeans and then they were tossed carelessly away. Any protests she might have had evaporated in the air around them as his lips found her s*x and his tongue drew up the middle of her.

Time was lost to her as he kissed and sucked and nibbled at the sensitive crux of her womanhood and when a second finger joined the first one he’d slipped inside of her she was sobbing his name into the pillow she yanked over her face as wave after wave of pleasure slammed her with considerable force into the mattress beneath her as the first orgasm, she’d had in almost five years tore through her body.

The pillow was ripped from her face and tossed away as he smashed his lips against hers and replaced his fingers with his thick shaft. There was nothing gentle in the harsh hurried movements he made as he slammed into her, pushing her body up the bed until her head touched the headboard. Her ankles locked around his middle, drawing him upward, deeper inside of her and the adjustment she made allowed for him to hit her g-spot with precision accuracy and his tempo didn’t shift a beat as he brought her to a second rapid climax.

She was surprised when he joined her, releasing so suddenly, his guttural calling of her name as he buried his face in her hair sounding far unlike any noise, he’d ever made with her before, and she knew then he was still angry.

Her arms were over her head, gripping the pillow she had pushed behind her to protect her from the hard wood of the headboard. Her legs still hung over his hips. His elbows were on either side of her face and she kept her eyes closed and her face turned to one side as the sound of his heavy panting filled her ear from where his cheek rested just above hers. They lay not looking at each other for several minutes until their breath was caught.

He rolled off her suddenly, the movement of his withdrawal from her body rough and uncaring and he stood up beside the bed. He grabbed his pants and slipped into them, and it dawned on her she didn’t even recall him taking them off. Humiliation at her wanton behaviour filled her and tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Get dressed,” he barked at her. He started to walk away, and he turned at the sound behind him. “Tears? What did you expect from a man who pays you in baubles for s*x? Were you expecting for me to hold you, cuddle you, and whisper some pillow-talk for you? Consider yourself lucky I’m even buying your dinner considering what just happened was quite possibly the worst s****l experience I’ve ever had.” He slammed into the bathroom and the entire room shook with the force of his rage.

Mackenna sat up in the bed and grabbed her jeans off the floor. Her blouse was useless and so she grabbed his dress shirt and pulled it on. Knowing full well a security agent would be outside the door she grabbed her purse and hooked it over her shoulder but under the shirt. She grabbed an ice bucket off a counter and headed to the door. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and paused. Her lips were full and bruised and her eyes were big and wild. Her hair was mussed and tousled and anyone looking at her would know she had just had s*x and her eyes filled with tears and she brushed them away angrily.