Sophia had told him that people could change, that goodness was a product of the heart that could never be eliminated. He wasn’t convinced she was right, but he wanted nothing more than to enjoy their new life together.
Sighing, he took a sip of his wine, studying the way she was carefully planting flowers in the various poolside containers. She was taking her time as if nothing else mattered. With her hands covered in dirt, her face glistening from the slight exertion, he knew she was the most beautiful woman on the face of the Earth.
News of their untimely demise had been handled much like Gabriel’s, with limited acknowledgement. Although his father was aware a plan had been concocted, Wrath had refused to allow details to ensure his safety.
Wrath had no idea how long it would take for the consortium to implode. Even his father’s health was faltering, much like two of the other aging members. Constant bickering had allowed for a slip in their grasp on certain businesses. More bad blood existed, more bloodshed based on disagreements. Nicolo had certainly kept him apprised of the various activities.
It was only a matter of time and patience before everyone would be ready for a significant change. Then he would come home.
The word stuck in his mind. The only home that mattered was with Sophia, the woman who would eventually become his wife and he would do anything to keep her safe.
“It’s time,” he said quietly.
Her back tensed as she rose onto her knees, giving him a pensive look over her shoulder. “Now? I’m not finished.”
“You can finish later. Come.” He bit back a smile and could tell she was cursing under her breath, even though she attempted to hide the hint of rebelliousness that he hoped would never leave.
Sophia rose to her feet, grabbing a towel and wiping her hands. In the simple cotton dress and flowing hair, she looked at leastfive years younger. She hesitated before walking toward him, taking very small steps.
Jesus. She was angelic.
He knew she was stalling, the maintenance spanking something she merely tolerated. When she neared, he cupped the back of her head, intertwining his fingers in her hair.
She lifted her head toward his, sliding her hands up to his chest, her fingers clutching around the material. “I’ve been a very good girl lately.”
“What about the bad language?” he asked before pressing his lips against hers.
Inhaling, she rose onto her tiptoes, allowing a slight moan as she darted her tongue just inside his mouth.
Unable to resist, he yanked her closer, almost knocking the wine out of his hand as he crushed her mouth. The taste of her was laced with a hint of raspberry and as their tongues entwined, his cock throbbed to the point of anguish.
She clung to him, undulating her hips back and forth, managing to issue soft purring sounds around the passionate embrace.
He finally broke the kiss, easing his arm around her and smacking her on the bottom. “Nice try.”
“Meanie.” She walked away from him, blowing him a kiss. “Where this time, sir?”
“I do enjoy the kitchen this time of day, the bright sun highlighting the warm blush on your bottom.” He laughed when she scowled and followed her into the kitchen, sliding his wineon the counter. The oversized island was perfect for many things, including her much needed discipline.
As well as moments of intense sex.
Chuckling, all he had to do was point and even though she continued to pout, she removed her clothes, folding them neatly and placing them away from the island. This was their routine, one embroiled in his need for dominating her.
Owning her.
His hunger knew no bounds, his cock remaining stiff a good portion of the time.
Humming, Sophia moved toward one of the drawers, obtaining various implements that he could use. He couldn’t help but think he’d trained her well. “Hop up on the island, my sweet, and lie down.”
She gave him a quizzical look, frowning before obeying his command. That would cost her at least five additional strikes on her rounded bottom.
His balls tightened at the thought.
His selection? One thick wooden spoon. With her legs dangling off the side and slightly split apart, he was able to see just how wet she was, her pretty pink pussy glistening in the light. His desire was off the charts, electricity sizzling. He yanked her legs then pushed them into the air, making certain her bottom was just off the edge. “Hold them just like this, my sweet.”
His desires were overwhelming.
“Yes, sir,” she said with obvious disdain.
