Jay's POV
I sat on the edge of the velvet vanity stool, my fingers loosely curled around the cold marble edge of the counter. The weight of the evening still clung to me, a lingering echo of applause, toasts, and the intense reality that the war was finally over.
The heavy bridal jewelry had already been unclasped, sitting in a glittering, metallic heap next to the basin. My skin felt bare, yet my pulse was racing at a rhythm that had nothing to do with the threat of an ambush.
A shadow fell over the polished surface of the mirror. Keifer stepped into the frame, his presence instantly shrinking the cavernous master suite.
His tuxedo jacket was gone, thrown carelessly over a chair, and the top buttons of his crisp white shirt were open, exposing the sharp lines of his collarbone and smooth skin just beneath wih his dark hair falling down. In his right hand, he held a sleek, crimson box tied with a heavy black satin ribbon.
He didn't speak immediately. He simply stood behind me, his dark eyes locked onto mine through the glass, his gaze heavy and completely unreadable. The silence between us stretched, thick with an unspoken anticipation that made the hairs on my arms stand up.
He leaned down slightly, his warmth washing over my bare shoulders, and set the crimson box directly in front of me on the marble counter.
"Go and wear it, Jay," he said. His voice dropped into a deep, commanding rumble that vibrated right through the floorboards and straight up my spine.
My cheeks flushed an instant, furious red—a heat that made me feel completely flustered, exposing a vulnerability I usually kept buried beneath layers of armor.
Without looking back at him, I scooped up the box, stood up with a rustle of silk, and hurried into the adjoining dressing room. The heavy wooden door clicked shut behind me, but the barrier did nothing to cool the sudden fire in my veins.
With hands that were uncharacteristically unsteady, I pulled the satin ribbon and lifted the lid. My breath hitched sharply in my throat.
Resting against the dark tissue paper was a red, incredibly provocative nighty. The fabric was crafted from the sheerest silk and delicate lace, cut so low and high that it would barely cover anything at all.
It was an open invitation, completely stripping away the hardened persona of the operative and leaving only the woman beneath. I stared at it, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.
"Don't stare at it, wifey," Keifer's voice suddenly boomed from the other side of the solid door. It was clear, cutting through the quiet space with a low, teasing edge that made my skin prickle. "Wear it, or I can come in there and help you."
My eyes widened in surprise, a hot rush of adrenaline mixing with the heat in my stomach. "Gago," I whispered under my breath, using the familiar, rough slang to anchor myself.
"I'm your gago, Jay," his voice came right back, completely immediate, as if the physical barrier of the door didn't even exist.
I gasped softly, my fingers tightening on the edge of the crimson box. Is he mind-reading me? I thought, my mind spinning into overdrive.
"I'm not mind-reading you, wifey," he called out again, a low, rumbling chuckle vibrating through the wood, warm and entirely confident. "I just know you well."
Realizing there was absolutely no hiding from him, I took a deep, steadying breath. I shed the remains of my bridal undergarments and slipped the sheer red fabric over my head.
The silk clung to my curves like a second, scandalous skin, leaving nearly everything exposed to the cool air of the room.
Gathering every ounce of the cold determination that had kept me alive on a hundred missions, I opened the door and stepped out slowly into the dim light of the bedroom.
Keifer was waiting. He had stripped off his dress shirt and was standing entirely shirtless, clad only in his dark trousers. He stood by the massive floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glowing city skyline, a crystal glass of red wine held loosely in his hand. The dark liquid caught the amber reflections of the city lights as he turned around to face me.
The moment his eyes landed on my figure, my breath hitched entirely. He didn't blink. He looked at me with an intensity so raw, so completely consuming, that it felt physical.
His gaze tracked from my exposed shoulders down the sheer line of the red silk, his jaw tightening as he stared. It felt exactly as if he were a predator tracking his prey—as if he were going to eat me whole.
-----------------------------
Keifer's POV
The penthouse was silent, save for the distant, muffled hum of the city twenty floors below, but the air inside the bedroom felt charged with high voltage. I stood by the glass, the cool weight of the wine glass in my hand doing nothing to dull the fire building in my chest.
When the dressing room door opened, the universe seemed to narrow down to a single point.
Jay stepped out, and the sight of her struck me like a physical blow. The fierce, lethal CEO of JJM, the operative the world feared, was entirely gone.
In her place stood my wife, wrapped in the sheer red silk I had chosen specifically to break through her defenses.
The vibrant color looked incredible against her skin, highlighting every curve, every shadow, and the beautiful, rare trace of hesitation in her eyes. She was staring at me, her gaze locked onto mine, her breathing shallow.
My inner beast, the dark, possessive side of me that I usually kept tightly locked away, roared to life. Seeing her like this, completely mine yet entirely undone by the simplicity of a piece of lace, made me lose control of my carefully constructed restraint.
She looked so incredibly hot, so fucking sexy, that the remaining distance between us felt like an insult.
I walked toward her, my bare feet silent against the hardwood floor. I didn't stop until I was close enough to feel the erratic heat radiating from her skin. Without a word, I extended my hand, offering her the glass of wine. Jay took it with a slight tremor in her fingers, lifting the rim to her lips to take a slow, deliberate sip, her eyes never leaving mine.
I leaned down, my lips brushing the sensitive shell of her ear, and let my voice drop into a rough, low growl. "I really want to ruin you, Jay."
The moment the words left my mouth, her breath caught. She choked on the wine, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as a few dark red drops spilled over her chin and trickled down the smooth, pale skin of her neck, staining the edge of the red silk.
She immediately lifted her hand to clean it, her movements hurried, but I caught her wrist in a grip that was firm but unyielding.
"Don't," I muttered.
Before she could protest, I slid my hands beneath her thighs and scooped her up into my lap. Her legs instinctively flew outward, interlocking tightly around my hips as she gripped my bare shoulders for balance.
I carried her across the room, her weight perfectly balanced against me, and set her down on the edge of the heavy wooden table near the bed.
Leaning over her, I didn't give her space to think. I dipped my head, my tongue instantly catching the stray drops of wine from her bottom lip.
She let out a soft sound, a mix of surprise and surrender, as I traced the path of the spilled liquor down the line of her jaw, the sharp tang of the alcohol mixing with the sweet, intoxicating scent of her skin.
I came back up to her lips, my gaze locking with hers for a fraction of a second before I slammed my mouth down against hers. The kiss was fierce, demanding, and entirely devoid of the gentleness from earlier. I inserted my tongue, claiming her space, and Jay didn't pull back.
Instead, she matched my intensity, her tongue tangling with mine as we began devouring each other, our breaths mingling in the quiet room as the last of our control shattered completely.
------------------------------
Jay's POV
The world was spinning, reduced entirely to the taste of red wine and the overwhelming, crushing weight of Keifer's mouth against mine. I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck, my fingers tangling in the short, dark hair at the nape of his neck as he lifted me off the table.
He carried me the short distance to the massive bed, lowering me down onto the silk sheets with an urgency that made my heart race.
He immediately hovered over me, his massive, shirtless frame blotting out the light from the windows. He looked down at me for a split second, his chest heaving, before his mouth found mine again in another bruising, deep kiss that left me entirely breathless.
Slowly, his lips left mine, trailing a path of fire down my jawline to the sensitive skin of my neck. He nipped at the flesh, using his teeth with just enough pressure to cause a sharp ache before soothing it with his tongue. I knew what he was doing—he was marking me, leaving heavy, dark hickeys that would tell anyone who looked at me exactly who I belonged to.
I arched my back, a low groan escaping my throat as his hands slid up the sheer fabric of the nighty.
"Ahh!"
His fingers stopped at the lace of my bra, his palms cupping my breasts through the thin material. He paused, his dark eyes burning into mine, silently looking for permission.
The old instinct to maintain absolute control over my body fought with the overwhelming urge to completely surrender to him. I looked back at him, my gaze steady despite the tremors running through me, and nodded.
He didn't waste a second. His teeth caught the front clasp, releasing it, and he leaned down to bite at my nipples through the remaining lace. The sharp, electric jolt of sensation shot straight to my core.
"Fuckkk Keifer !!"
"Words, wifey," he growled against my skin, his voice rough and demanding the verbal confirmation he knew I found hard to give.
"Yes, hubby... it's yours," I breathed out, the words tasting foreign but entirely right on my tongue.
That was all the permission he needed. Keifer began feasting on one breast, his mouth warm and incredibly wet as he sucked the sensitive peak deep into his mouth, while his large hand moved to the other, squeezing and molding the soft flesh with a heavy, possessive grip.
I lost the ability to think. A loud, uninhibited moan escaped my lips, echoing in the quiet penthouse as he used his teeth and tongue like a hungry child, entirely unbothered by anything but his own consumption.
"Ahh ...hubby..hu ..umm..umm..yeah..like that ..ahh.umm...Keifer...ahh.."
After he was thoroughly done with one side, leaving the skin flushed and glistening, he shifted his weight and moved to the other breast, repeating the intense, heavy suction until my hands were clawing at his bare shoulders, my hips lifting off the mattress in a desperate search for relief.
He didn't give it to me yet. He started kissing his way down my abdomen, his lips hot against my skin as he bypassed the sheer hem of the nighty.
He stopped at my navel, his tongue dipping inside before he let out a sharp, sudden suction that made my entire stomach contract in pleasure.
"Umm..hubby..umm"
His large hands slid down to the waistband of my lace panties. He stopped, his thumbs hooking into the elastic as he looked up at me, his gaze demanding another verbal surrender. He brought his open palm down in a sharp, sudden smack against my thigh, the sound loud in the room.
"Words, wifey," he commanded again, his voice dropping an octave.
"Yes... Keif," I gasped out, my hands clenching into the silk sheets beneath me.
With one swift, continuous motion, he removed my panties, tossing them somewhere onto the floor.
Now, I was entirely naked in front of him, the cool air of the room hitting my damp skin. A sudden wave of shyness washed over me—a remnant of the old operative who never allowed herself to be vulnerable—and I instinctively closed my eyes, trying to shield myself from his intense gaze.
Keifer immediately leaned up, his teeth nipping sharply at my flushed breast again, his voice stern but filled with heat. "Eyes here, wifey."
I forced my eyelids open, my gaze locking onto his dark, dominant eyes. The moment our connection re-established, he slid down between my thighs and inserted his tongue directly into my core.
""Fucckkkkkk Keifer !!!"
I screamed out, a high, broken sound that was swallowed by the room. It was slow at first—long, deliberate strokes that sent waves of agonizing pleasure straight through my spine—but with time, his pace became fast and incredibly intense.
"Umm...keif...yeah..like ..that... hubby..ahh..umm.."
My fingers flew to the heavy bedsheet, clutching the fabric until my knuckles turned white, my head tossing back against the pillows as I moaned continuously under the relentless pressure of his mouth.
"Ahhhhh...hubby....ummm..ummm"
Keifer suddenly pulled back, the sudden loss of friction making me let out a whimpering cry. He rose over me, his face flushed, his chest slick with sweat. Without warning, he inserted one thick finger deep inside my tight core.
"AHHHHHHH ! Keif...it's... paining...."
A sharp, sudden pain flared through me, and I cried out, my body tensing against the intrusion. "Keif, wait ahhh—"
"Shh, relax for me, Jay," he murmured, his voice softening just enough to ground me. He held still, letting my body adjust to his size. After a long moment, the initial pain faded into a heavy, throbbing ache, and my muscles relaxed around him.
Seeing that I was comfortable, he added another two fingers, expanding me completely before he started thrusting them inside me. He didn't use a gentle rhythm; he moved at a hard, deep, and utterly punishing pace, bottoming out against my walls with a relentless force that completely shattered my remaining sanity.
"Ummm.... hubby....yeah....Like that...Love it...umm"
Within seconds, the tension broke, and I cummed hard, my body shaking violently as I breathed heavily, my skin slick with perspiration.
Keifer stopped, his fingers still embedded deep inside me as he looked down at my undone state, a dark, arrogant smirk playing on his lips. "Tired already?"
"A little," I confessed, my voice a breathy whisper, my limbs feeling heavy and entirely spent.
His smirk widened, his eyes flashing with a dangerous, competitive light. "I'm just getting started, wifey. I didn't know the fierce CEO of JJM was this weak."
The word weak hit me like a physical spark. The old, competitive fire that had made me the most feared asset in the underworld flared to life, burning away the lethargy in my muscles.
Weak? Let me show you who you're dealing with.
Before he could react, I planted my hands firmly against his chest and flipped our positions, using his own momentum to pin his shoulders to the mattress.
I climbed onto his lap, my knees anchoring me on either side of his hips as I leaned down and started kissing him fiercely. I didn't give him a single chance to take control or kiss me back; I dominated his mouth, my teeth catching his bottom lip as I claimed him back with a raw intensity that matched his own.
I trailed my lips away from his mouth, moving down his strong jawline to his pulsing Adam's apple. I bit down hard on the thick cord of his neck, leaving a dark, heavy hickey that drew a sharp, deep groan of pain and pleasure from his chest.
"Jay...ahh" he growled, his hands coming up to grip my waist, but I didn't stop.
I moved lower, my mouth finding his manly nipples. I sucked them hard, using my teeth with a fierce, demanding pressure that made his entire lower body twitch beneath me, another deep groan ripping from his throat.
"Fuckk...jay...ahh..yeah ...wifey..."
I kissed my way down his hard, defined abs, my tongue tracing the sharp lines of his V-cut until I reached the waistband of his dark trousers.
With steady, quick fingers, I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Keifer didn't hesitate; he lifted his hips, helping me slide the heavy fabric and his boxers down his long legs until he was completely bare beneath me.
I looked down at his length, my breath catching slightly at the sheer size of him as he throbbed against the mattress. "It's so big, hubby..." I whispered, the reality of what was about to happen setting in.
"Only for you, wifey," he rasped out, his knuckles white as he gripped the sheets beside his head, his restraint hanging by a single thread.
I reached down, my fingers wrapping around his length, and started moving my hand in a firm, steady stroke. His dick hardened instantly under my touch, becoming stone-hard and veiny.
"Hardening already, hubby?" I teased, a small, triumphant smile touching my lips as I saw the tension in his jaw.
Without waiting for his answer, I leaned down, took his length directly into my mouth, and started sucking it hard. I used the back of my throat, swirling my tongue around the tip before drawing him deep inside, mimicking the punishing pace he had used on me earlier.
Keifer let out a loud, undone groan, his hips lifting slightly off the bed as his hands flew to my hair, guiding my movements but not forcing me.
"Yeah..ummm.jay....wife...fuckk...like that ....more..don't stop.."
The pleasure was too much; within moments, his body went rigid, and he cummed hard directly into my mouth, a deep shudder running through his massive frame.
------------------------------
Keifer's POV
The taste of her, the sheer dominance of her movement, and the feeling of her mouth around me completely broke whatever sanity I had left. I totally lost it.
Before she could swallow or pull away, I gripped her waist with a force that would leave bruises and violently switched our positions again, pinning her back to the mattress. I braced my weight on my forearms, my breath coming in ragged, heavy gasps as I positioned myself directly at her slick entrance.
The heat radiating from her was intoxicating, a siren song that demanded total surrender.
"Ready, wifey?" I growled, my voice barely recognizable, thick with lust and the absolute need to claim her completely.
Jay looked up at me, her eyes wide, dark, and filled with a fierce assent. She nodded, her hands reaching up to grip my biceps.
I didn't plunge in immediately. I rubbed the hard tip of my dick against her swollen core, coating myself in her wetness, teasing both of us until the tension in the room was thick enough to cut.
"Words, wifey," I demanded one last time, wanting her to claim this moment as much as I did.
"I'm yours, hubby," she cried out, her voice breaking.
That was it. I started entering her slowly, the tight, burning heat of her walls gripping me so firmly that I had to grit my teeth to keep from coming instantly.
Jay let out a loud, pained moan as her muscles stretched to accommodate my size, her fingers digging deep into the skin of my shoulders.
"Ahh....ahh hubby... it's... hurt... ahhhhhhh"
To divert her mind from the initial stretch, I leaned down and caught her lips in a deep, wet kiss, pouring all my passion into her mouth until I felt her tension dissolve.
Once she was comfortable, her hips lifting to meet me, I started thrusting inside her. I didn't hold back. I moved with a deep, hard, and intense rhythm, bottoming out against her core with every single stroke.
Jay was moaning continuously beneath me, her voice a beautiful, chaotic symphony of high-pitched sounds that filled the entire penthouse.
"Ahh...hubby.. mm..like ..yhat....yeah...there....hub...ahhhhhhh ...hubby."
The speed was relentless, the friction building a fire between us that burned away every remaining memory of the war, the blood, and the past.
We were just two bodies, bound by a vow, destroying and rebuilding each other in the dark.
"Fucckkkkkk Keifer!!!!!"
Suddenly, her internal muscles clamped down hard around me, a violent tremor rippling through her body as she cummed for the second time, her voice rising in a sharp, beautiful peak.
I stopped for a single movement, my chest heaving against hers as I let her ride out the waves of her orgasm. But the heat inside her was too much. I couldn't pull out.
I deep-set myself again, my hips slamming against hers as I started thrusting hard again, pushing her right back over the edge before she could even catch her breath.
Jay came again almost instantly, her body shaking so violently that she could barely keep her eyes open.
"Keifer... I can't... I can't take anymore...ahh.. ," she sobbed out, her hands slipping from my shoulders.
"You can wifey," I growled against her lips, my pace becoming frantic, completely unhinged as my own release loomed close.
I threw my weight into the final, deep thrusts, driving into her with everything I had left. Soon, the tension broke for both of us, and we cummed together, a shared, explosive release that left us completely spent.
"Jayyyy..."
"Keifff..."
I collapsed beside her on the damp sheets, my arm wrapping around her waist to pull her tight against my chest.
I was entirely exhausted, but even as our breathing slowed and the room settled back into peace, I didn't remove my dick from inside her core, keeping us physically locked together as the first light of dawn began to break over our new world.
I carefully covered a completely exhausted Jay with a blanket . She settled into my warmth, as if she always belonged there . Her breathing was normal now.I kissed her forehead saying "Sleep wifey, I'm here".
------------------------------
A/n
Sorry my sweet innocent reader for not uploading past days !!
I hope you all are fine and the chapter was worth the wait.Let me know your thoughts 💭
See you all soon 💕
Bye 👋 😘