Page 6 of His Queen

All I need is him.

That’s how it’s always been.

How it always will be.

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I watch Nicoli slide into a tailored black suit, adjusting the lapel as his intense blue eyes study me. His gaze alone has me shivering in my towel, damp strands of hair clinging to my naked shoulders. It’s one of those moments where I want to bite my thumbnail while gawking at him looking all dapper and hot in Armani. I would’ve been doing that if I didn’t know where he’s going.

“You’re going to Myth.”

“You know I have to.”

“Then let me go with you.”

Nicoli narrows his eyes at me. “We’ve talked about it, Mira. I’m not taking you back there.”

“Ever?”

“Ever.”

“Because of what happened weeks ago with Nunzio? Seriously, Nicoli. It’s time to get over that.”

He straightens his black silk tie, staring down at me. “Keeping you away from potential situations where shit can hit the fan is something I’ll never get over.”

“Nunzio won’t be going to the club again, so I fail to see why I can’t go.”

Nicoli sighs and shakes his head. “It’s not just about Nunzio, Mira. It’s the danger that comes with being a Del Rossa.”

“I’ve been a part of this family since I was four. I’m pretty sure I know what being a Del Rossa is all about.” I step up to him and lace my hands around his neck, pressing a tender kiss on his lips. “Besides, I trust you’ll keep me safe,” I say as he wraps an arm around my waist.

“That doesn’t mean we should go looking for trouble.”

I purse my lips, weaving my fingers through his hair. “I’m getting the sense that arguing with you about this today won’t help my case.”

“Nope.”

“Fine,” I huff, and step away. “I’ll try tomorrow, then.”

Nicoli curses under his breath, and I’m just about to drop my towel when he reaches out and stops me by grabbing my hand. “Remove this towel, and we won’t be leaving this room today.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“As much as I’d like to stay here and fuck my wife, I have too much shit to deal with today. But when I get home, I’ll make sure you’re biting down on this towel so I can fuck you…hard.”

“Promises, promises.” I shoot him a sly grin, and his eyes darken with desire.

“Believe it, baby.” He pulls me closer for a searing kiss before breaking away and turning to the door. “Now, go get dressed so I can deal with my daily shit and still make it home in time to eat your pussy before dinner.”

I chuckle and watch him walk out, already looking forward to the naughty things he has in store for me. There’s never a dull moment living with a Del Rossa – that much I know is true. And although things can get chaotic at times, I wouldn’t want it any other way.

I take a deep breath and turn to face the bed, my thumbnail firmly between my teeth. The torrent of excitement and anticipation courses through my veins. I’d been accepted into this family the day I arrived here when I was four, but now that I’m Nicoli’s wife, the name takes on a whole new meaning for me. With it comes power, privilege, influence, but it’s also awakened an insatiable appetite for my husband.

After slipping on my clothes, I head down to the dining room only to discover that either I’m super late, or everyone else decided to get an early start this morning. The kitchen staff is already clearing the table, but I manage to snatch myself a buttered croissant from the tray just as a waiter whisks it away, then head to my office.

I peer up and down the hall as I slide the key into the lock. Last night, I was forced to lock my office since evidence of the white lies I’ve been telling my husband is strewn all over the floor.

I close the door behind me, breathing out a sigh. The room is an absolute disaster, fabric scraps of silk in shades of primrose, champagne blush, and sheer rosebud all over everything. It’s even tucked in between papers and files and draped over the new sage chaise I had bought just last week.

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