“Chingado, woman, that’s not what I…”
"Sure," she sneers, "that’s exactly what you mean. Newsflash, I may be your wife and your property but I’m not going to give you what you need while you take what you want from me. You lied to me, Rio. Over and over and now you expect me to act like your obedient wife begging for your,” she gestures to my crotch, “just because some priest signed a paper? That's not going to happen. You want some whore to beg for you, I’m sure you can find one. That’s probably what you’ve been doing anyway."
I want to drag her up against the wall, shake some sense into her, or maybe just fuck her until she can't talk backanymore. Instead, I take a step back, and fix her with my coldest glare.
"Is that really what you want me to do?" My voice is a challenge. A threat.
She hesitates, just for a second.
"Just let me out of this house, please. Let me live. I already grew up in one prison. I want to see people, hear music, not rot away here like I'm under house arrest. If you ever cared about me at all, you wouldn’t make me suffer here. I don’t care what you do or who you sleep with."
For a long moment, I just stare at her. My knuckles ache from the split, my heart pounding in a way I haven't felt since my first bare-knuckle fight. I should feel bad for her. For keeping her locked up like she was in Italy, but all I can think about is how she just told me she doesn’t care what I do or who I sleep with. Irritation courses through me. This is what she wants? Fine. Maybe I'll show her what this kind of freedom really looks like.
"You're so desperate to get out? Fine, go get ready. We can both enjoy a night of freedom from this prison."
I enjoy the confused look on her face even if I’m not sure what she’s thinking at this moment. She nods before turning and walking out and I watch her go, my dick still hard and angry in my pants.
This isn't over. Not by a long shot.
The club is busy as shit per usual, the music so loud you can barely hear yourself think. My two brothers are already there in the VIP, waiting for us. Leo and Diego both sit on opposite couches. Next to Leo is a pretty red head with a collar around her neck and a leash hanging from it. My brother casually holdsthe leash between his fingers while using the same hand to stroke the skin tight fabric covering the girl’s thigh. She looks young, not more than twenty years old and her eyes stay focused on his hand only, while she grips both of hers in her lap tightly. I grimace and look away from her before acknowledging my other brother with a nod. Liana chooses to sit in the only chair that has no room for another person which pisses me off so I sit next to Diego in the seat directly across from her. She chose to wear a tight little green dress tonight that shows off every curve of her body. I ignore her and focus on my brothers instead.
“I thought you didn’t bring your toys out to play?” I ask Leo nonchalantly, making Diego laugh.
“He likes this one, bro.”
I watch Leo’s fingers tighten on the girl's leg but she doesn’t flinch.
“This one is a special case.”
“Is she now?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.
“Before I know what’s happening, Liana is up and holding her hand out to the girl, like she wants to shake.
“Hi, I’m Liana. I’m Rio’s…umm wife. It’s nice to meet you. Maybe we can hang out sometime?”
The girl looks up but doesn’t respond or stick her hand out. I chuckle internally at how innocent my little wife really is. This situation is fucked up but I don’t have the energy to deal with any of it right now, especially with the drama of our own relationship. Liana looks at Leo, confused which causes him to laugh and look at me.
“You got some work with this one, hermano,” he says before turning back to Liana. “She’s mute, mija. And she doesn’t like for strangers to touch her.”
The girl tenses up but Liana doesn’t notice.
“Oh, okay. Well maybe we can still hang out sometime and watch a movie or something.”
The girl still doesn’t respond and I send a silent prayer out that my brother will end this conversation quickly.
“Yes, maybe,” Leo says, surprising the hell out of me.
I hope he isn’t serious. Thankfully his answer must satisfy Liana because she nods before going back to her seat. My brothers and I exchange conversation in both a mix of Spanish and English over the next thirty minutes while I watch Liana, from the corner of my eye, sitting bored in her chair. Nothing of importance, really, and I’m two seconds from saying fuck it and dragging her into my lap, when motion from the VIP entrance catches my eye. Two scantily clad women venture in past the bouncer making me smirk internally. I pat my lap for one of them to sit while watching the other head for Diego. He raises his eyebrow at me in a silent question, probably confused at why I’m entertaining this woman with my wife in the chair across from me, but ultimately doesn’t say a word. Liana’s body tenses as she watches the girl slide onto my lap. She's waiting for me to make a move.
So I do. My hand glides up the blonde's leg casually.
"Miss me, Rio?" she purrs, winding her arms around my neck.
Liana watches out of the corner of her eye. She's good at pretending not to care, but I can see this is affecting her. Her hands are clenched so tight to the armrests, I’m surprised they don’t break.
I let the blonde lean in, let her whisper something filthy in my ear, let her hand trail along my thigh until she finds what she’s looking for. I don’t stop her. I want Liana to see. I want her to know what she’s wasting. Diego howls with laughter beside me.
"Careful, Rio, you'll give the little Italian princess a heart attack!"
