Page 62 of The Mafia's Bride
“What are you working on?” I ask, pushing off the doorframe.
She closes the laptop, pouting. “Shopping.”
“With what money, menace?”
She hesitates, apparently just now realizing she isn’t on her father’s dime anymore. I take out the black card from my wallet, tossing it on to the bed before her.
She snorts, eyebrows high. “Really? You’re going to pay for my shopping habits?”
“It was in the contract.” I shrug. “Your sister made it abundantly clear to provide for you in all ways. But this is something Iwantto do.”
That’s the wrong thing to say as her face closes off.
Mentioning Ace is a hot topic for my wife.Noted.
“Why are you here?”
I raise a dark brow. “You mean in our home, in our bedroom that we share?” I can’t help but needle her. I want her fight, because then I gauge her mood.
I’m a sadist.
“You left early this morning,” she says coolly. “I figured you got what you wanted and left. Maybe there’s another person on the side you needed to see. Most men in this life have a side piece, don’t they?”
I smile but my vision tints red at the implication I would dare to break my oath to my wife. Most men do have a girlfriend in addition to a wife; usually because these marriages are arranged to help the family, not for love.
Nico taught me different. I learned differently from my father walking out on us. I would not be like him nor the others who couldn’t be loyal.
If I can’t be loyal to one woman, who would trust me to be loyal to the family?
Swiftly, I cross the room, hand collaring her elegant neck. Sheyelps, a bite of pain lacing through her as I lift her toward me, forcing her knees to hold her weight on the mattress.
She tries to claw my hand off, but I just hold her tighter, breathing in her intoxicating scent and wishing my cum still decorate her body.
“Let’s make one thing clear, little menace. I don’t fuck anyone but you. No one touches me but you. No one comes near my cock because it isyours. I made a fucking promise to you on our wedding day, and I intend on keeping it until death.”
I squeeze, feeling her pulse hum under my fingers. It’d be so easy to crush her neck, feel her life leave her.
I never would, though. Not to Sloane. She’s so much more than just a woman in my life.
She’s my goddamn wife.My wife.
“Do you understand?”
She gives a small nod, cheeks pink. I drop her back to the bed, only giving her a second to inhale before I grab her silken hair and tug her back.
“Say it, Sloane. Tell me you understand that there is only one pussy who gets my cock and that it’s yours. Tell me.”
“I understand.” She coughs, glaring at me even as a delicious red blooms from my marks. “Then how can you allow me to have another if you won’t?”
I drag my nose over her jaw, scenting her. “I don’twantthat, Sloane.Youwant that. And I said I would give you anything you wanted, if you admitted to being mine.” I bite her jaw, teeth raking into her flesh. My cock jerks as she gasps. “I don’t want to share you, and no one will share me. But I’ll give you what you need to feel likeyouin this marriage. Even if that means letting you have another woman.”
I drop her, enjoying how she falls back, legs splayed. I want to desperately be there, feeling her body cradle mine as I bring her to climax over and over. To show her she doesn’t need anyone else but me.
It’s selfish really, but it’s how I feel.
Doesn’t change what I told her. Sloane has been denied, ignored too much under Ferguson’s watch. I won’t be like her father.
That’s a conversation for another time. First thing’s first.Sauce night.
