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His eyes flared at my possessive question. “Was being choked out the first time not good enough?” he asked and tilted his head at me. “I don’t like to repeat myself, Bria, and if I continue having to do so, you’re going to find this arrangement is far less comfortable than it is now.”
I swallowed, not doubting him.
“So I’ll ask again. Have you ever been with another man?”
I held my head up, looked him straight in the eye and answered him truthfully and with no shame. “Yes.”
My throat became dry. I knew what he wanted to hear, but it was the exact response I couldn’t give him. Every mafia man wanted the doting wife that was submissive and had never shared her body. I wasn’t that girl. I owned every inch of me, even if I felt I wasn’t the conventional soft pretty type my sister Carina was, that didn’t mean I didn’t have confidence in who I was and what I looked like.
I had been around the block a few times previously, with soldiers I had worked closely with, with attractive men who had no clue who I was at the bars. I lived in a world where sometimes a release was the only thing to recharge you.
In reality, with the life I lived, being intimate with another person was hard, so I slept with the ones available, but it never went further than physical, and I never let one think it gave him power over me with the position I held. I was the one in control and made the demands. Settling down was a dream for my sister. Until now that was.
“How many?” he asked me as he reached out his hand and possessively stroked my leg.
“Are we really going to play that game?” I looked up into his eyes and realized that I didn’t want to know how many he had been with. In fact, jealousy slammed into my stomach with such a force that I pushed the thought out of my mind immediately. I wasn’t ready to dissect that reasoning anytime soon.
Luciano pulled my body to his until it was so tight against his own that I couldn’t take a full breath. His gray orbs peered into my brown eyes. I began struggling against his hold, not wanting to be anywhere near him, let alone this close, but he wasn’t having that. His hands held tightly to my waist, locking his body against mine. I could feel his breath against my cheek. I knew there would be bruising from his grip. I couldn’t lie and say that a part of me didn’t relish in that idea.
“Why are you trying to get away from me?” he asked and thrusted against my hips. Against my own judgment, a gasp left my lips. I would hate to admit it, but my body slightly awakened at the feel of him.
Hating Luciano should have been much easier, but my body was very traitorous. It didn’t see him as the enemy. Rather it was remembering the pleasure he had given me in the shower the last time we were this close. My body reacted, anticipating what was to come.
“Because I don’t want this,” I told him vehemently. “I don’t want you.” Even I didn’t believe the words that poured out of my mouth.
“Really?” he asked, repeating the same movement with his hips that elicited yet another gasp from me. “Because your body doesn’t seem to agree. In fact, your body and your eyes tell me a completely different story. You crave me and the fucking I’ll give you over and over again. Your body will always be wanting more.”
Luciano looked amused with my answer and the way my body betrayed me in its response. He laughed before putting space between us yet still keeping me close enough to rip the shirt off my body. I didn’t pause or try to cover myself. Instead, I lifted my chin high and held eye contact. He wasn’t going to intimidate me in the bedroom. I had to play the devoted submissive wife out in public, but here, that wouldn’t be the case.
“What are you doing?” I asked him, my voice higher than normal as I attempted to get away from him without actually harming either of us. The struggling wasn’t doing either of us any favors. I fought to rub my thighs together, and the large bulge that was growing in his pants kept rubbing along my upper thigh and lower belly.
Luciano wasn’t having any part of my defiant display. “I’m a bad man,” he stated, and I agreed wholeheartedly. “I have always ended the lives of people who deserved it. So tell me who, because every man that has ever laid a finger on you, on what’s mine, will breathe their last breath of air in my presence.”
“Don’t,” I said, my voice strong as my hands clenched into fists. “It’s not for you to concern yourself with who has touched me like that when you would let your father touch me in the manner he did today.” The fire of the moment dissipated and the murdery lust disappeared from his eyes as the truth of my words sank in.
“Hmm… you’re just lucky I have more pressing concerns for the moment.” His hold on me loosened. “If you keep pushing me, Bria, I’m going to have to show you who is in charge of this relationship.” He stared into my eyes and put a strand of hair behind my ear. “We have someone waiting for us downstairs. Consider this a reward for protecting my men today. You can watch the scum give up information.”
Luciano stepped back, and looked down at my naked body, slowly appraising me. “Now get dressed. Nobody, and I mean fucking nobody, sees you like this ever again. Or I will slaughter whoever does and they will suffer a slow agonizing pain.”
He leaned over, kissed my forehead, and patted my ass, pushing me in the direction of the closet.
CHAPTER6
Luciano
I workedto control my rage. Bria wasn’t lying. I had no doubt about that. She had taken my cock in the shower too easily to have never had sex before; her strip show was hotter than anything I had seen in film or in person and no inexperienced woman would have that sort of confidence.
However, I couldn’t imagine her giving that to another man. Bria’s display in the shower was personal for me. I only wanted them for me, and a white hot rage sliced through me every time I thought about it. The idea of killing the men she had been with, watching the life drain from their eyes, brought me a satisfaction I couldn’t explain. It was the only way I could calm down enough to keep myself from going ballistic.
I’d spoken with my father after Bria passed out; I was none too happy with him placing his hands on her. I reminded him that as my wife, she was mine to punish.
He simply nodded and left.
I couldn’t wait until the punishments began. I could already picture the way my palm would slap against her ass. I’d watch the rosiness spread throughout her cheeks and feel the slight twinge through my hand that made it obvious I hadn’t bothered to hold back. She would lean back into my hand and beg me for more. I imagined her bouncing on my hard shaft, commanding her to move faster as I smacked those cheeks repeatedly.
Based on the way Bria ran her hands around her body and gave me a little show within an hour of meeting me, she seemed like a girl who would like it dirty. I would easily give that to her, I just had to rid her of her disobedience first. Not too much though. I would hate to never have to punish her. The punishments were what could bring out the sweetest and most explosive of releases.
I would have to demonstrate to her what punishments she was allowed. After all, she was to be my wife, and wasn’t that the whole purpose of a wife? To please her husband?
