Marco was off to the side, but I could see him glaring at me. He turned to the remaining guards, “Step outside for a minute. I need to speak with the Boss privately.”
I didn’t like his tone one fucking bit. My face was stone hard, and I could feel my teeth grinding.
My men moved quickly out of the house, leaving Marco and I alone.
“You got a fucking problem?”
His eyes narrowed at me. “This comes from your friend, not your Second.” I stiffened. Rage boiling, making my body lock up. “I get that you didn’t want her as your wife and she was just a poor substitute, but this shit needs to stop.”
I was seething. “Don’t tell me what to do with my own fucking wife.”
“Don’t keep fucking treating her like shit! You’re no better than her ownfamilia, no better than that piece of shit club owner. If you don’t fucking want her, let her fucking go!” He was practically bellowing at me. He turned around and stormed out, slamming the front door.
I was wound tight and didn’t know what to do. I looked up the staircase, debating, then thought fuck it. This needs to happen.
When I got to her room, I hesitated. Then knocked softly. I waited a few seconds, ready to knock again, when the door opened suddenly. Sophie was standing partially in the blocked doorway, now wearing a casual pajama pants set, covering all of that lush body I now knew was under all those clothes. And so did all those fucking men in that fucking club! When I looked at her face her eyes were red and blotchy from crying. My chest pinched. Fuck!
“What do you want Dominic? To tell me how fat and ugly I am? Well, go on! Just say it and leave me alone!”
What the fuck?
I charged in the room, making her stagger back, reaching back behind me to slam the door closed. I couldn’t do this anymore. No. I wouldn’t do this anymore. She. Is. Fucking. Mine!
She had an expression mixed up with fear, pain, and defiance all rolled into one. Stubborn and feisty to the end. I charged at her as she maintained my stare, glaring at me, but was staggering back. Before she made it to the wall, I grabbed one of her arms and pulled her into me roughly, reached my other hand into her messy long, black hair, and slammed my lips to hers. She was struggling in my grip, but I would not be letting her go. Not now. Not ever.
I bit her lip gently, making her gasp, and shoved my tongue in her mouth, demanding, wanting, needing. My hand on her arm moved down around her waist and held her against my chest. I could feel her big perky breasts against me, and I could feel the raging hard on I’d been sporting since seeing her at that damned club in those clothes. Shit, those weren’t even clothes. But I wanted to see her in them again. But only for me!
I moved my hand down to her plump juicy ass, and squeezed. Hard. She moaned into my mouth making me grow even harder if that was even possible at this point.
I pulled back, leaning my forehead against hers, as we both panted heavily. Fuck that was intense! I had never been so turned on by a kiss. This damned woman had me questioning everything I had done up to this point.
In a husky, but stern voice, I said, “No one gets to touch you or see you, but fucking me. Your. Fucking. Mine! Do you hear me?” My hand was still gripping her head in her hair, and my other hand was still needing her ass. I needed her now.
She whimpered, her eyes hooded, but scared. “Those fucking assholes wanted what’s mine. That shit ain’t gonna happen. And don’t fucking ever suggest you’re fucking ugly ever again. I’ve been wanting to fuck you since I saw you in the damned blue dress at the gala.”
Her eyes widened in shock.
I shoved my cock up against her, “This is what you fucking do to me.” I rubbed up against her, needing the friction. She moaned.
I pushed her towards her bed and gently grabbed her shirt. She clutched at it, blocking me from seeing my luscious body. Fuck. That!
“Sophie, I need you. Right. Fucking. Now.”
She frowned, and hesitated, but then moved her hands away from her shirt. I did not hesitate and pulled it gently over her head. She stood, with my arms at her waist, her breasts bare to me. I was practically salivating. I stared at them.
“Fuck, your beautiful. Off. Take everything off. Now!”
My restraint was getting harder and harder to hold off. I wanted to rip her damned clothes off, but I knew I needed to show some kind of restraint. For now.
She hesitated again. “Please.” I was gritting my teeth by this point. I needed to see all of her.
She slowly took her pajama pants off, then her panties. Then she stood there in front of me, looking away.
“Look at me Sophie. Please.”
She slowly looked at me, and I thought she might cry. I looked her up and down, and dammit I felt like I was going to explodeany moment now. She had a flat stomach, and the most luscious round hips I had ever seen.
I couldn’t help myself and started rubbing my hand over my cock in my slacks.
