Page 94 of Tragic Empire
This won’t be the last time I find myself on my knees, begging to have my husband fuck my wanting mouth.
ChapterThirty
Cassio
Looking at my wife now, you’d never guess that I practically fucked her into a coma last night after she blew my mind—and my cock. She looks refreshed and glowy, picking at a bowl of fresh berries while scrolling through her phone. Lying on her stomach, feet in the air, swaying back and forth happily.
She is so incredibly beautiful, it’s not difficult to see why someone might go crazy for her. There’s something so elegant about her, and so naturally lovely. It makes it hard to look away. It’s unacceptable, of course, that someone else thinks they can lay claim to her.
It’s also exceedingly frustrating that my wife is clueless as to who might be mindlessly consumed by her, enough to torment her for being with me—and Cole before me. Hell, if I hadn’t seen his dead body with my own two eyes, I might believe he somehow made it out alive and began stalking Ana. He’s the only person Ana has ever known to be obsessed with her, and he’s firmly beyond the land of the living.
We have no real leads. With only vague descriptions of the men who carried out Cole’s assassination, we have no names, and only theories to work with. I’m quite certain the men who Ana saw in the basement were hired muscle, and even if we found them, our problem wouldn’t be solved.
I have a bad feeling that things are only going to get more tense now that this fucker has decided to make contact. He’s toying with us because Ana and I fell in love and became physical—the thing that leads me to believe he’s a man more than anything else. He thinks he has claim to my wife’s body—to her fucking heart—and he couldn’t be more wrong.
At least The Kings have become steadily more self-sufficient and more trusting. Now I can spend more time at home, and less time worrying about being away while something bad could happen.
The sound of coughing pulls me out of my reflection, and I turn my head to find Ana choking down her most recent bite of blackberry. Scooting over to pat her back, I watch her eyes go wide as she gapes at her phone, swallowing the fruit.
“Cassio, why is there fifteen million dollars in my account?”
I breathe out, relieved. “Is that why you just sputtered on a berry? Are you just looking at your bank account now? It’s been like a month and a half—never mind. Relax,forza. It’s just your wedding gift.”
Ana blinks at me with round eyes. “ I didn’t need to log into my banking app until now. I haven’t exactly been planning any shopping sprees, Cassio. I was just checking to see how much I could send toSt. Mary’s.I haven’t been able to volunteer in so long that I wanted to give a donation—so they’d know I was still thinking about them.”
Nodding, I comment, “That’s a nice idea.”
“Cassio,” Ana breathes out. “That’s not the point. Fifteen million dollars is insane. Most arranged marriages come with a few million exchanged between families, not a direct deposit into the bride’s personal account. I?—”
“Our marriage wasn’t exactly standard, love. Some of that money is yours just for being a Moretti. Dad takes care of us all. You should have seen Jade’s face when she realized she had a ten million dollar limit on her card.”
“Fifteen million is really crazy,” she tries to reason. “I don’t need this much. Surely you understand this is overdoing it.”
“Donate it all if you don’t want it.” I shrug. “But it’s yours, Ana.”
“But… I already had money?”
Ana had a few hundred thousand in her bank account before we wed. Mostly deposits from her mother, and some from Bron. She also didn’t have many outgoing payments, likely because Cole and Killian paid for anything she wanted or needed before she could do it herself.
“I have money as well, and my money isourmoney. But this money isonlyyour money.”
“How much moneydoyou have exactly?”
Chuckling at her incredulous expression and the curiosity in her question, I tilt my head like I’m considering the numbers. “Wehaveabout six hundred million in liquid assets. More tied up in businesses and real estate. But the family account is larger. Dad and Apollo manage about one-hundred and fifty billion in various cash accounts. And I’d say our family businesses add another couple billion. Then there’s property, stocks, bonds, trusts, and?—”
“Okay, I get it,” she blurts out, interrupting. “You’re richer than God.”
“Matteo calls itfuck youmoney,” I offer, trying not to grin. “And stop implying I’m the rich one. I told you, it’sourmoney. You’ve had full access to everything since you signed our contract.”
“So if I just wire the orphanage ten million dollars, you won’t even blink,” Ana says, trying to wrap her head around the concept.
“Would you like to take it from our account instead of your private funds?” I ask innocently. “Or would you like me to match your donation with one of my own?”
Lost for words, my beautiful girl jumps up from her stomach to throw her arms around my neck. She practically smothers me with her breasts, hugging me so tight that I’d be glad to die right here in her embrace.
“Will you come to see the kids with me?” she asks into my neck. “When it’s safe enough to go? I want you to meet everyone.”
“Of course, I will.” She moves back to show me her beaming smile. “But I’m not sure that it’s unsafe to go. If you miss it terribly, I think we could manage a visit.”
