Page 37 of Abducted By the Mafia Don
“Is this what you wanted?” I bite out, lowering my head so my lips are close enough to ghost a breath on her lips. I can’t kiss her. There’s no to see, and that isn’t our deal. “For everyone here to assume I’m so horny for my wife that it pains me to last two hours without having her?”
She pants.
“Perhaps you want them to think I’m obsessed with getting you pregnant, and would do anything, even fuck you in full public view, to ensure my seed takes at exactly the right moment?”
A little whimper tells me I’m on the correct path. But even if it didn’t, I’m not sure I could hold myself back from saying this.
“They already know you’remine, Taggie. Everyone thinks we bang like rabbits because you’re so irresistible. All the people in this theatre suspect you’ll be swollen and fertile with my child in the months to come. That I fuck you as hard as you deserve, and make you scream.”
I draw back enough to look into her blue eyes. Shetrembles. Her arms are pinned above her head, and she arches into me.
This girl is so innocently seductive. My cock throbs with the need to take her. Fuck her and claim her as mine in truth.
“Now, are you going to behave?” I ask, with dangerous softness. “Or do I have to make you?”
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The excitement in my chest as she casually swallows a sleeping pill when we get back that evening is wrong, so wrong.
But I can’t deny it. I’m instantly hard.
The rest of the evening at the opera with Taggie was as torturous as the day without her. I might never focus on anything, ever again, that isn’t her.
She might be pregnant.
This is a house of cards, for sure. One breath, one shaking hand, and it will fall. Taggie will try to run, I’ll stop her, and she’ll hate me for keeping her captive.
Or she’ll figure out she’s carrying my child—she will sooner or later because I don’t think I can stop having her—and the tentative friendship we’ve built will collapse.
“I’m bushed,” she says, and covers her mouth as she yawns.
Why does she need the tablet if she’s tired?
“I’m off to bed.” Standing, she approaches with a sweet smile, sliding her little fingers into my lapel. In a trance,I lean down. I grunt a reply as she gives me a chaste kiss on the cheek.
It burns.
“Goodnight!” There’s something in her eye, a glint, as she casts one last look over her shoulder.
I don’t tell her to lock her door. I couldn’t bear it if she locked me out tonight.
Ineedher.
For the first hour I sit with my head in my hands, alternately telling myself this is the last time, or I won’t go to her ever again, and knowing I can’t prevent myself tonight or any other night going forward. All I can do is pray she doesn’t wake.
Then I go to my office, and attempt to work. I reply to the messages from the cuckoo—Harrison—about Thaxted. Apparently he’s discovered that I killed his three stupid sons. There could be consequences, and I ensure my men are informed of the heightened threat. I increase the security at the house, and allocate two more to guard Taggie’s grandmother.
Then I go through numbers and reports, making myself look at them.
I swear four hours pass, but it turns out to be twelve minutes when I check my watch.
Then after an agony, I shower. My cock is stiff and thick, and I stroke it as the scalding water beats down on my head and runs over my chest.
I don’t make myself come. I save it for her.
I’m a perverted fuck, but I’m going to do it again. It doesn’t hurt her, I rationalise as I pad silently down the corridor to her room. I haven’t even bothered getting dressed. I’m not pretending this time. My hair is still wet,and I’m naked, my rigid cock beading with pre-come. It’s past one in the morning.
