Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
I sat outside on the balcony with the phone to my ear. My wife was in the bathtub, soaking for hours after I gave her a massage that practically made her come. The heat in Italy was unforgivable because the humidity was killer, but this was still my favorite season, so I basked in the warmth after the sun set over the horizon.
Damien spoke over the line. “I’m telling you, I think he’s hiding out in Tuscany. My guys spotted his vehicles heading to an estate in the countryside. It’s difficult to see because it’s surrounded by four hills. You wouldn’t even know it was there because it’s not visible from the road.”
“You’re making a lot of assumptions.”
“But what if I’m right? What if he’s there, thinking he’s immune?”
“We still have no idea what he’s got behind those four walls.”
“All we have to do is camp by the roadside and wait for him to leave. Then we hit him.”
As much as I wanted to take out Maddox, I wasn’t willing to attack unless it was certain. “The windows will be tinted. There will be no way to know if he’s in the car.”
“Unless we get eyes on the house.”
“And how do you suppose we do that?”
“I don’t know…but there’s gotta be something. Look, I’m tired of this asshole making us look like assholes. I’m tired of him siphoning off our business and making us look like pussies to the world.”
“I assure you, they don’t think that.” My eyes shifted to my side when Sofia joined me on the patio. She held a piece of white lingerie, a lacy bodysuit with an opening in the crotch.
“Well, I think that—”
“I have to go, Damien. We’ll talk tomorrow.” I hung up and set the phone on the table. Now that my eyes were on her, her makeup gone and her hair still pulled back, I didn’t care about business anymore. I cared about the sexy piece of lingerie dangling from her fingertips.
“This was laid out on the bed. Hope you don’t expect me to wear it.”
“I do.” With my knees planted apart and a bottle of scotch beside me, I stayed in the chair with the cityscape in front of me. But I’d been waiting for this moment all night—to fuck my wife.
It was the greatest high in the world.
She tossed it on the table. “I took off my makeup, and my hair—”
“Don’t care.” She looked better this way anyway. I could see her features much clearer, see the beautiful woman underneath all that makeup she wore. With her hair pulled back, I could see more of her face, more of the exquisite contours she possessed. “Put it on and lie on the bed. I’ll be there in a second.”
Her eyes flashed with anger. “You know, I’m getting really sick of the way—”
“Listen to me.” I set my drink aside, my impatience getting to me. I was used to issuing commands that were obeyed without protest. But my own wife was the worst soldier I’d ever had. “I work all day. I make deals, kill people, and protect the things I care about. Sometimes I deal with bullshit. Sometimes I’m the one cooking the crystal in my lab. So, when I walk in the door, I want you naked on the damn bed so I can fuck you however I wish. That was the deal we made. I protect you, your family, and your legacy. In exchange, I get you. Have I made myself clear?”
She crossed her arms over her chest.
“In exchange for letting your mother live with us, you said you would show your gratitude. I’m calling in that favor now.”
She sighed quietly and dropped her arms.
“So, get on the fucking bed. Now.”
I enjoyed another glass of scotch as I waited for her to get ready. I needed to let my anger fade away anyway. Teaching this woman how to be my wife was exhausting. Her disobedience was infuriating…but it also made me respect her. If she just gave in to every command, she wouldn’t be nearly as interesting. Maybe that was why I’d fallen headfirst for her…because she wasn’t like the others.
I finished my scotch and stepped into the bedroom. The lights were off with the exception of a couple lamps. She was on the bed, her hair out of her ponytail and across the pillow.
I shut the door behind myself and walked farther into the room. My cock slowly hardened as I gazed at her on the bed, her slender legs pressed together with her knees bent. The bodysuit fit her snugly, her tits visible through the thin fabric.
I dropped my boxers by the bed and let my hard cock get a little closer to her.
The anger was gone from her eyes. Now defeat remained.
I moved onto my knees and positioned myself in front of her, my large hands gripping her knees. This woman was my fantasy, the kind of partner I wanted to fuck every single night. On our wedding night, I couldn’t control myself. I’d bucked into her hard and took her like I couldn’t get enough. I didn’t even last long…because it’d been nearly a month since I’d last had pussy.