“Which part, then? The part where you begged me to give you my come?”
Her breath has a little hitch. “Enzo.”
I like it when she calls me that. I like the way she feels against me, the way she smells, the way she tastes. Goddamn. I like everything about her.
I can’t resist leaning in and kissing her, just a quick peck and not nearly enough, but it’ll have to do.
“Get settled in,cara. I have to get to work.”
“Work? But we just got married. Shouldn’t you have some time off?”
She’s worrying her lower lip again. My dick twitches.
“Going to miss me, wife?”
Her brows snap together. “Not at all.”
“That’s your pride talking, not your pussy.” I trail my fingers down her throat and then lower, over the tempting swell of her breast, her hard nipple, and then down her flat belly to the waistband of the yoga pants she’s wearing. I glide my hand inside to prove my point. She’s already wet. “Your pussy is going to miss me.”
I rub her clit as she stirs against me, issuing a huffy sound that only makes me want to fuck her even more. “Laws of science. You can think someone is a complete asshole and still find them hot.”
I play with her clit again. “You find me hot? I’m flattered,cara mia.”
“Don’t be. Did you miss the rest of what I just said?”
“Eh, I think I’ll ignore it.” I kiss her, flicking slowly over her until her hips jump and she makes a small, needy sound deep in her throat. “Be a good little wife today.”
Then I slide my hand from her yoga pants and bring one of my fingers to my mouth, sucking it clean. “So fucking sweet.” I hold out my forefinger to her, offering it. “Taste.”
She parts her lips, and I sink my finger inside her mouth. When she sucks, it’s my turn to groan.
“Sei perfetta.” It takes all the willpower I have to pull my finger free and move away from her. “You know the rules. If you need to go anywhere, tell Antonio. He’s got a credit card with your name on it if anything comes up. Otherwise, move your things as you like them. Make yourself at home, because this is your home now.”
Her pupils are still dilated as she licks her lips. “I don’t like rules, Andriani.”
“Then you had better learn to,cara. Because I won’t bend when it comes to keeping you safe.”
With that, I head out of my apartment, leaving her to do whatever it is she’s going to do with the rest of her day. Yoga, judging by that outfit she’s got on. Fucking with my shit to piss me off is a possibility. Good thing I have cameras installed throughout the apartment, all the better to keep an eye on her.
My blood is still hot, my dick half hard by the time I get off the elevator and into the underground parking, where my driver, Federico, is waiting for me. The ride to my office is slow, filled with traffic, and I’m going out of my mind in the back seat, trying to stay focused on everything I’ve found out so far instead of thinking about the lingering taste of Katya’s pussy in my mouth.
I’m in a bad mood by the time I clear security and slam into my office at the underground gambling club. Mostly because I need to get my rocks off, and I can’t. But also because I don’t likethe hold my new wife already has over me. It’s as if her pussy cast a spell.
To make things worse, Priest, Lucky, and Saint are already waiting for me, making themselves at home. Lucky is sitting in my chair, his Italian loafers propped on my desk, legs crossed at the ankles. Saint is sucking back a bottle of my chilled San Pellegrino, and Priest is pacing the room, checking out the dent I put in the wall when I threw the crystal ashtray.
“You’re late,” Priest announces. “What the fuck happened to the wall?”
“Lucky happened to it.” I shut the door behind me. “Hello to you all too. It’s not like I was busy getting the wife you forced me into taking settled in at my place or anything.”
Priest shoots me a quelling look. “You know why you had to marry her.”
Yeah, I do. But that’s not the point.
“That dent’s not from me,” Lucky denies from my chair. “That’s all you,fratello.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I mutter.
“Jesus, would you all stop fighting like a bunch of teenage girls?” Saint grouses. “We have work to do.”
