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I fought the urge to stroke myself as her brown eyes were looking at me with such contempt. But I knew better. Her body had acknowledged me and what I could offer, and now it was just time for her mind to play catch up. I wanted her, plain and simple. There was no doubt about it. She was mouthwatering.
“As far as my father goes, he will never put a hand on you. I will handle your punishments from now on. No man will ever put a hand on you again, not without losing their life in exchange,” I told her, eyes trailing down her body again.
Bria was trying to choose her next words carefully. Luckily for her, I enjoyed the challenge she presented. She wanted to complain about how she had been handled, she wasn’t happy with it, well I wasn’t happy she’d let another man have what was mine.
Another hot rage simmered below the surface. I couldn’t hold back, and as her fiancé, I didn’t have to.
“Did you scream for them?” I asked, curious if she would reveal whether the moans that would haunt me in my sleep were just for me or something she freely gave to others. The memory of the sounds she made today, echoing around me as I slid into her wet channel, were enough to get me hard again. It seemed to be that no matter what Bria did, my body would be ready for her.
The fire I admired flamed in her eyes, “I don’t see how that’s any of your goddamn business,” she choked out. She didn’t give me any more of her attention as she began to look through my clothes for options, but could only find a pair of jeans to throw on with my t-shirt that I’d covered her with. I wasn’t about to let her put them on before we’d finished our conversation, though. I wouldn’t stand for being ignored.
The struggling began again as I pulled her close to me once more, gripping her hips like I could fuse them to me. I knew she could feel the hardness of my cock, eager to make a way out and play again.
Although Bria was lean, she had muscles that gave her a slight curve and an ass I couldn’t wait to get my hands and dick involved with. There would be no escaping from me, and it was imperative she knew that in case she had ideas of ever trying to run away, because now that I’d had her, I wasn’t letting her go. I owned her, and she would damn well accept that.
I gripped her chin in my hand and forced her to meet my eyes, as the rest of my body stayed pinned against hers, keeping her in place. I was holding her tightly, but I didn’t care much. If she wanted to act like this, pushing and pulling from my authority, then she needed to understand that there were repercussions.
After a while, she stopped struggling and just stared at me. The way I was holding her stopped her from being able to talk, but with her, that was for the best. If she said one more thing to set me off, I would have to spank her, and once my hands got around her ass, I wouldn’t be stopping until my dick was inside there too.
“Do you want to change your answer, doll?” I wasn’t sure where the nickname for her had come from, but that was the furthest thing from my mind.
It fit her, and that was all that mattered. She was my doll, and I was going to continue to treat her as such. “I’ll be merciful and give you one more chance.” I loosened my grip on her chin.
“You call this merciful?” she snarled. “You’re delusional.”
I tsked. “I gave you this chance, doll,” I reminded her. “Now, remember that you didn’t take it.” My hand moved to her neck, but that was as far as it got before there was a knock on my door. My frustration began to grow at the fact that there always seemed to be some kind of interruption. But, I was sure that Bria felt lucky about it all as her body slowly released its tension.
“Get away from my door,” I roared so loudly that it made Bria jump underneath me. Making my dick twitch at the friction. My eyes darted to look at her. Bria looked at the door, assessing, she was prepared to take on whatever came our way.
She hadn’t been startled by me, but at what or whoever was going to try to get at us.
“I can’t do that, sir.” The voice very obviously belonged to Stefano. Some of my anger disappeared, but not all of it. I would have to talk to him and remind him that when my door was closed, that meant that I didn’t want to be disturbed. The only reason this should be ignored was in regards to my father, and, even then, the person should tread very lightly.
With one final look at Bria, I released her and walked toward the door. “Put your clothes on. They are hanging in the closet,” I commanded, the anger still in my voice. “Now.” I wasn’t looking at Bria, but I could hear her as she moved to the closet quickly as I had asked her too, although I had reason to believe that she’d done it less because I’d asked and more because it was what she wanted to do.
Once I was sure she had changed, I cleared my throat. As much as I trusted Stefano, liked and respected him, I was not going to allow him to set eyes on what was mine. No man after the incident earlier would ever see her indisposed again. It didn’t matter what was going on between the two of us. As far as I was concerned, she was still to be my wife, and if another man laid his eyes on her, I’d be quick to make sure I carved their eyes out.
“Come in.”
The door opened, and Stefano walked in, careful to keep his eyes solely on me and not letting them stray. Good man.
“It’s urgent.” He hesitated before I nodded, telling him to carry on. Bria knew all about thefamily businessshe was getting involved in.
“One of the men traded secrets to another family for the hit on her this morning.”
That was surprising for me to hear, two people stupid enough to sign their own death warrants in one week was odd. Worse, they put my soon-to-be-wife at risk. Didn’t they know who the fuck they were dealing with? It looked like I was fortunate enough to play twister yesterday, today maybe I would let my future wife join in the fun.
I was curious how she would take in watching some dirty-work. Would her fire dim around me if she saw what I was capable of, or would this give her a healthy dose of fear that she seemed to need? Maybe this would get her to control that perfect mouth of hers and use it more for a pleasurable playtime.
Torturing a man hadn’t been on my to-do list for the day, but I would make room for it. In this line of business when the time called for it, it had to be done, I didn’t have a choice.
I also had some serious residual anger from finding out someone else had their hands on Bria to get off my chest. The women in mafia families hardly ever witnessed the brutal part of what happened behind the scenes. They didn’t need to. The idea of it alone was enough for most of them.
But Bria was an entirely different story. I thought it might be best if she did come along. Maybe then she would learn to take my father’s and my threats seriously. This would clean up her act, which was exactly what she needed. What I needed, fighting and punishing her every step of the way would get old.
“Bria, come with me.” My voice didn’t hold any room for negotiations.
She frowned. “But I’m not supposed to,” she retorted. “It’s traditional for the women not to—”
