Page 175 of Sins of Arrogance

And it clicks.

Zoey’s a mafiosa, but she still makes time to spend time one-on-one out of the bed­room with Fiona. She’s not an un­der­boss, but even with my sched­ule, I could have made that hap­pen.

I know why I didn’t. My wife does not.

Pulling one of her fid­gety hands into mine, I lace our fin­gers. “Spend­ing time alone with you out­side of our bed­room was too risky.”

She gasps. “What do you mean?”

“My need for con­trol. My in­ten­sity. You didn’t ques­tion it when we were mak­ing love.”

The look she gives me says not to be so sure. “You hold some­thing back then too, though. I can tell.”

She’s right. “There are things I want…” I shake my head. “If I let go of my con­trol, I would de­vour you.”

“Maybe I want to be de­voured.”

“I hope so.” Her threat to leave me all but de­stroyed the leash I have on my pri­mal urges where she’s con­cerned.

“Tell me what you’re re­ally afraid of, Mick.” She’s so earnest.

So open.

So dif­fer­ent from me. “You prob­a­bly think I didn’t touch you last night be­cause I was re­spect­ing your bound­aries.”

“And maybe you were a lit­tle wor­ried I’d knee you in the groin if you did.” She winks.

That thought hadn’t oc­curred to me, but I’m glad it did to her. Be­cause if she’d done that, it would have had the de­sired ef­fect.

Not be­cause she hurt me too much for me to per­form, but my ten­der-hearted wife doesn’t cause pain to oth­ers. If she does, there’s a com­pelling rea­son why.

I could not have ig­nored her over­com­ing her ba­sic na­ture to get my at­ten­tion.

“I didn’t touch you other than to hold you, be­cause if I did,” I tell her. “I was wor­ried I would de­stroy all the bound­aries be­tween us.” Like I’ve wanted to do so many times.

My lizard brain doesn’t un­der­stand why I can’t fuck her in the ass, or shove my dick down her throat. My need to pro­tect her has been stronger than those in­stincts though.

Up to now.

“What kind of bound­aries?” she asks, her voice catch­ing, her pupils di­lated.

Feckin’ hell. She’s turned on by the idea, not re­pelled.

“I want to come in your tight lit­tle ass and make you cli­max while I’m do­ing it.”

Her mouth makes a per­fect O, but noth­ing comes out. Not even a breath.

“I want to fuck your throat and see the tears run down your tem­ples from chok­ing on my cock.” Said cock is hard as a rock and rag­ing right now.

Kara licks her lips. “You do?”

“Aye.” Fuck. How can she doubt it?

I pull her hand over the con­sole be­tween us and press it against the pipe try­ing to break my zip­per.

She squeezes.

My hips buck.