Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
I haven’t told her all the details of why I want to end her father, just bits and pieces. Now isn't the time. I’m not ready to strike. It’s too soon. After this incident at my house and sending that sick fuck Damian back to him with my message, they will be too on guard. They can’t know when we’re coming.
I hop out of the car, rounding it and opening Emelia’s door. Extending my hand to her, she takes it and steps out. I open the trunk next and take out her bag with her skates and a change of clothes for her to wear to dinner tonight. She reaches for it, but I take her hand instead, earning me a snort and an eye roll.
“That’s one tongue lashing for you,” I tell her, stopping us and pulling her into me.
“What is that, Nico?” Her voice is raspy yet soft and sensual.
“Each time you act like a brat, I will give your greedy clit a tongue fuck, baby.”
She moans and leans in closer.“Then I won’t behave all day, il mio custode.”
Fuck me.
“Emelia. I will fuck your cunt with my tongue the number of times you act like that today, but I will only bring you right to the edge,” I threaten.
She goes up on her tiptoes and bites the side of my jaw. My cock starts to grow hard, and I look around, making sure no one is watching my wife take intimacy from me.
“I love the idea of you eating me and withholding my orgasm from me for hours. Sounds like the perfect date, husband.”
My eyes roll back, and my cock is now fully hard. I have to have her. I need to feed my cock the meal it's grown to crave morning, noon, and night.
“But we will have to wait until tonight, I suppose.” She shrugs, wiggles from me, and leaves me standing there hard, horny, and now ready to pounce. That dirty little wife of mine has no idea what I will do for that tonight. I also can’t believe I’m here playing fucking house and letting Emelia into my personal space as more than just a wife of convenience and a fuck of a lifetime.
Giulio was surprised when I told him I wanted the week with Emelia and with minimal to no involvement with work. Is it a bad idea, given we are most likely going to war with the Notellis and starting problems with possible other outfits if they do not agree to this? Yes. But I’m not afraid of a little fuel on my fire. In fact, I welcome it. The buildup to war is almost—almost—as satisfying as fucking. I’m fucked in the head, and in my line of work, I embrace it.
Emelia disappears inside the building, and I catch up to her a few moments later. When we’re inside, she looks around curiously.“Where is everyone?”
Placing my hand on the curve of her back, I urge her toward a bench near an entrance gate to the rink.“I wanted you to have it all to yourself. I rented it out.”
She halts abruptly and turns to look at me. “Nico, that is insane. That must have cost a fortune!”
“Emelia, I own Seattle. I have enough money you could drown in it.” I shrug, and she shakes her head, rolling her eyes. “Another orgasm withheld,” I say, and she smirks.
“You’re an ass.”
“If you think this behavior is me being an ass, I would hate to know just how bad you thought I was before today.”
“The worst,” she admits nonchalantly.
“Good, because—” I stop her, needing her to hear this. I grasp her chin and pull her face to me, and she looks softly into my hard eyes. “—there will be times, Emelia, when I won’t be able to be a charming prince. I will have days where business will interfere, and I will have to set boundaries and lift walls for those moments. I need to know you understand that and won’t let it set back whatever we build.”
Hesitation is glaring at me like the sun would. This is a different tone than the one we’ve carried since last night, but it has to be done. I’m not a soft man. I may be able to give her a gentle side when needed, but that isn’t going to be me every day, all day, and I still have to be Nico outside of our marriage.
“I understand.” Blinking, she agrees to my terms.
“Good.” I don’t know what she’s thinking in that moment, but it can’t be the worst thing, because she hasn’t pushed me away and told me to go fuck myself. But she does free herself and walk ahead of me, not keeping physical contact.
I can give her that. If she is to respect the boundaries I set, then I need to reciprocate, even if it makes me want to pull her in and smack her ass. Having a wall put up by her is worse than the walls I place. Mine are to protect her. Hers are to keep me at a distance. That is something we will need to learn to understand and compromise, something I know almost all marriages require. Give and take and an even greater amount of sacrifice. But in our world, those stakes are higher, and the sacrifices are much bigger.