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I’m not choking her.
Asphyxia is only my kink when I’m murdering someone.
Not in the bedroom.
“Now”—I squeeze her neck—“be a good little wife and answer me.”
She narrows her eyes at me and licks her lower lip.
I press my thumb into her windpipe, applying more pressure, and her body jerks. Her knees buckle, rising from the desk. I use my free hand to capture her leg and wrap it around my waist.
“I’m still waiting for an answer,” I taunt, squeezing her neck again.
I don’t play games.
I don’t get used.
I’m not easily manipulated.
I don’t care if it comes from a breathtakingly gorgeous woman who most likely has the best pussy I’llhopefullyget to taste.
She clasps her clammy hand over mine on her neck, swallowing a few times, and I loosen my hold.
“My mother called with bad news,” she rasps, and she removes her hand from mine.
“And?” I keep my hand on her neck.
“Riccardo”—she exhales a long breath—“Tommaso’s right-hand man, was murdered tonight. Shot in his house. Execution-style.”
She attempts to turn her head away from me to hide her emotions, but I don’t allow it.
“Ah.” I pull my hand away from her throat and slip it between her legs. “So, you thought offering this pretty pussy to me would make me play knight in shining armor to your family?”
My loss of hold on her neck allows her to turn her head away from me this time.
“Don’t look away from me.” I raise my free hand to clasp a chunk of her hair in my palm and force her to face me. “You came in here, ready to give me this”—I run a finger over her panties, right over her clit—“if need be. Should I sample it first? See if it’s worth me possibly considering your request?”
Her knees lock up, and she pushes at my hand. “Forget it, Benny.”
When she tries to move out of my grasp, I tsk, press a hand to her chest, and push her flat on her back.
“I’d rather not forget it.” I return a hand to her panties, scraping my fingers over the thin fabric, and she shudders. “In fact, I don’t know if I’ll ever forget the sight of you laid out for me like this.”
I snatch a rusted pair of scissors from the drawer I opened earlier and don’t bother being gentle as I cut through her panties.
“What the—” she starts, but I grab what remnants of the panties I can and shove them into her mouth, stopping her from speaking.
My mouth salivates at how bad I want her pussy.
How bad I want every inch of this woman.
I run a finger over her slit, playing with her juices. “Now, I won’t marry one of my men to either of your sisters. I want to make that clear right now.”
She shudders at my touch and ever so slightly grinds her hips forward.
Ah, my little wife wants to feel the friction of my cock against her.
She likes to play games, but I’m much better at them.
