“I will test it if you have any. You seem cold as ice to me…sir.”
“I am the Capo, butyouwill call me-”
“Yes, you are Capo. Out there!” I snap, gesturing toward the window. “In this house, you are my husband. I respect you, but I will not sit and do nothing and have no say in things. Yesterday, you made me promises. Do better, Nico, or I will not stay!”
Placing the phone and credit card on the table, I spin around to leave him with his empty breakfast dish, but his footsteps follow me to the foyer. Faster, heavier, gaining. Excitement thunders through my blood along with a trickle of trepidation. What will he do when he catches me? What do Iwanthim to do?
Just as my hand grasps the stairway’s banister, his arm snakes around my waist, forcefully pulling me against him. My back to his front, hard muscle against my softer curves. “Youwillstay. You aremine.”
All my wits scatter with his primal claim, and the breath stutters in my chest. I’m ashamed over how damp my panties are, too.
But I have to stand my ground. He’s nine years older than me and used to giving orders. I’ll never enjoy an ounce of independence if I bow down from the start.
“I am young, and this is a marriage of convenience, of duty, but I did not think that meant I was still your servant. Your children will be my children, too. I have a voice here… don’t I?”
Slowly, he exhales. “You’re right. You do have a voice, and I will learn to listen to it. But you will stay with us. No more talk of leaving. The children need you.”
The children, not him. “I will stay,” I agree, ignoring the pang the distinction evokes.
Squeezing me a bit tighter, he inhales deeply, dragging his nose down my cheek and into my hair. My fingers sweep over his strong forearms as something hard pokes my backside. Butterflies stir in my pussy, knowing what it is. “Fuck, you smell delicious, and now I know you taste even better. Sometimes I think you provoke me on purpose, Matilde,” he rasps in my ear.
“Sometimes, I do.”
“A wicked, willful girl.”
“As I am stuck with you, you are stuck with me.”
“That’s right. My very willful little wife.”
He grinds his erection against my ass, and his hands slide up to my breasts, teasing my nipples through my bra and sweater. I gasp, arching my back, seeking more contact.“Per favore…”
He chuckles darkly, moving one hand down to the zipper of my jeans. The sound echoes in the empty hall, and my pulse races. “How sore are you?”
“Not-”
“Don’t lie,” he warns, giving my ass a smack.
“Very sore.”
“I meant to be gentle, but gentleness is not my forte. Christ, you’re fucking soaked,” he rumbles, sounding pleased as he traces my slit through my panties. His finger rubs over my clit, teasingly.
I’m aching and hot all over, wanting the release but… “There are other people here,” I whisper.
“If they like living, those other people will turn around immediately if they happen to walk in on us.”
He lightly slaps my throbbing clit before circling it again. I whimper and clench my fists. I wish he’d move my panties out of the way. He rubs a little harder, and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip to keep from moaning loudly. “More.”
“Who are you asking for more, Matilde?”
“You…sir.”
“Fuck, you’ll be the death of me.”
He sucks in another deep breath before licking my throat and rubbing me more intently. I’m going to climax right here. Any second now, it’s unstoppable.
But he straightens just as I reach the cliff’s edge, removing his hand from my clothes. “I fucking hate that I can’t blow off this meeting,” he huffs, sounding practically unhinged before he bites my earlobe.
There are too many sensations at once. “That’s not… You can’t…” He smirks at my protests. “I could stab you for that,” I hiss, angrily zipping up my jeans.
