Page 88 of Wicked

“You know I’ve never been a lover of this place, but I fancied a change tonight.”

Luca is back for the weekend from Maine. “How is Ella?”

I look at Luca. “Fine, why?”

He shakes his head. “Just surprised you pulled her from the auction.”

“Massimo found evidence that Alex Vishekov was trying to move in on our territory. I couldn’t let her marry him and give him a claim over Chicago.”

Luca nods. “Fair enough, but who’s she going to marry then?”

I clench my fists. “I’m still working on that.” The best way to deal with the question is to be brief.

“I’ll take her if you can’t find anyone,” Leo says, smirking. “You’ve told me I need a wife. And she’s a fine piece of—”

“Don’t fucking finish that sentence,” I growl.

His eyes widen. “Woah, calm down.” He holds his hands up. “Since when did you become defensive of Ella? You’ve often joked about fucking her even when she’s in the room?”

Luca nods. “Yeah, what’s changed?”

Fuck.

My possessive streak will reveal our relationship to the rest of my family if I’m not careful. I’m not ready for my two youngest sons to know. “Nothing, it’s just sick the way you talk about fucking your stepsister.”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about fucking her, Dad? We’ve all got eyes. She’s beautiful,” Leo says.

I have to shove down the beast that wants to tear free and pummel my son into the ground. “She is,” I say, clutching my whiskey glass tightly. “But that’s not the point.” I pull my cell phone out to check the camera I installed in my bedroom, where Ella always sleeps. Thankfully, the lights are off, and she’s in bed, which means I can get the fuck out of here.

I knock back the rest of my whiskey and put my cell back into my pocket. “As fun as this has been. I’m going home.”

“Pussy,” Luca says, shaking his head. “You don’t have it in you anymore, Grandpa?”

I glare at him but don’t stoop to his level. “See you later.” I turn, walking out of the VIP section of my club and down the stairs onto the street, where the valet has my car ready.

“Here you go, Mr. Morrone.”

I take the keys. “Thanks.” And get in behind the wheel of my Ferrari. It’s not often I drive myself, but on this occasion, it works best, as I intend to park at the end of the driveway. I can’t let Ella hear me coming.

I race home on the highway, my heart pounding and adrenaline pumping through my veins.

When Ella told me about her fantasy, I could hardly believe it. Consensual nonconsent is something I have always wanted to try, but I’ve never been with someone who’s up for it. It proves how perfect my angel is for me.

Once I reach the gates, I press the button to open them and drive the car inside, shutting them again. If I want Ella to be surprised, she can’t hear me. I text my driver to collect the car and drive it to the garage in half an hour, by which time I’ll be in the bedroom.

It feels odd sneaking into my home as I climb out of the car and open the trunk. I pull on a pair of leather gloves and then pick up my bag of supplies, including a mask with an in-built voice distorter, ropes and bindings to tie her up. I’ll ensure she knows it’s me, but I want her to get the full experience she craves.

I want to give that girl everything, which is new for me. All my life, I’ve been selfish.

The front door is locked, so I slide my key in and enter quietly, knowing Ella won’t hear because the house is too big.

Silently, I ascend the staircase with my heart pounding in my chest. Pausing outside our bedroom door, I open the gym bag, pull out the mask, place it over my face, and switch on the voice distorter.

My cock is rock solid. It has been since I got in the car. I turn the handle and enter our moonlit bedroom. Adrenaline rushes through me at the sight of her sleeping beneath the covers.

I move silently toward the bed and place the gym bag on the floor. Once I’m within reach, I peel back the covers so that Ella’s bare body is visible. She’s only wearing a lacy thong and a sheer nightgown I picked out for her.

I shake her awake. The moment Ella’s eyes flutter open and she sees me looming over her, her body jolts, and a piercing scream fills the room. I’m prepared for it, though, and in an instant, my gloved hand clamps firmly over her mouth, muffling her cries.

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