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Dario stays close by, ready to do whatever is commanded.
Lorenzo and Emiliano return, their eyes hard, their jaws clenched. “Boss,” Emiliano says.
Not wanting Teagan to find out what’s happened, I switch to Italian.“La mia sposa non parla italiano. Dimmi, hai trovato quel server?”(My bride doesn’t speak Italian. Tell me, did you find that server?)
Emiliano nods.“Sì, ma era morto quando siamo arrivati a lui.” (Yes, but he was dead when we got to him.)
My jaw hardens. Fuck. Someone is cleaning up their mess. But the question is, who?“Radunate tutti. Interrogateli. Scoprite chi cazzo era e con chi stava parlando. Poteva essere mia moglie che beveva quel cazzo di champagne.”(Round everyone up. Question them. Find out who the fuck he was and who he was talking with. That could have been my wife drinking that fucking champagne.)
Emiliano and Lorenzo both nod. “On it, boss,” they reply.
“Elio, you take your wife home. I’ll deal with this,” Rocco tells us. “Dario, go to the manager and get all the security footage.” My brother glances at Teagan, who is hiding in my arms, her face pressed against my chest. “Hanno cercato di farti fuori, fratello. Qualcuno ti vuole morto. Ma chi?”(They tried to take you out, brother. Someone wants you dead. But who?)
I grit my teeth.“Non lo so, ma quando lo farò, non potranno nascondersi da nessuna parte. Rocco, Li ucciderò. Mi prenderò il mio tempo e me ne godrò ogni secondo.”(I don’t know, but when I do, there’s nowhere for them to hide. Rocco, I’m going to kill them. I’m going to take my time and enjoy every second of it.”
“You won’t be alone,” he assures me. “We’ll find the person who did this. I assure you of that. We’re not going to let this go.”
Hell fucking no. No matter what happens, whoever tried to poison me is going to pay for doing so.
“Call me,” I instruct as I pull Teagan with me. It’s time to get the fuck out of here.
“We’re leaving?” she asks, her voice shaking just as her body is.
“It’s time to go,” I tell her. It’s time to have my wife for the first time.
* * *
She’sshy as she stands in the living room of our house. She’s unsure of herself, going by the way she nibbles on her bottom lip as she glances around, taking everything in. She’s retreated into herself. Gone is the happy, smiley woman who was dancing and having fun with her friends. In her place is a timid, scared woman.
“Take off your dress,” I say, knowing that I need to pull her out of her own head.
She blinks, her lips parting as she stares at me in shock. “What?”
“It’s time, my wife. Take off your dress. I want to see all of you.”
She shakes her head. “No,” she whispers. “Please.”
I step forward. I understand that she’s afraid, but I’m not going to let her live in fear of me. Yes, I’m a monster on many different levels, but I will not take her against her will. Tonight, I’m going to show her how pleasurable it can be.
She hesitantly reaches behind her for the zipper. The sound fills the room as she unzips it. The material loosens around her breasts, as undoes the fastening. I’m entranced, unable to pull my gaze from her. The dress falls to the ground around her feet, and she shifts slightly, trying to hide her beautiful body.
“Climb onto the table,” I growl, my cock thick and hard. I need her. Christ, I want to take everything she has to give. I want to own her, consume her. “Teagan, do as I say. Climb onto the table and take off your panties. I want to see all of you.”
She does as I say, her eyes blank and her breathing deep. “Okay,” she says softly.
Her body is on full display for me, those pale, creamy legs slender and smooth. “Open your thighs,bella moglie.” (Beautiful wife.) “Let me see that pussy of yours.”
She lies back, her head resting on the table. She’s not watching. She’s trying to keep things distant between us.
Fuck no, that won’t be happening.
“La mia bella puttanella,” I say in a deeper voice, one that has her body tensing. (My beautiful little whore.) “Open your legs and show me what belongs to me.”
Her thighs open, and I see her beautiful shaven pussy. She’s not wet, but that’s understandable. She’s afraid. I’m going to show her that I’m not always a fucking monster. “I’m starving,la mia bella puttanella. Completely famished. I’m going to feast on you.”
Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t say a word. She lies there, waiting for me to do as I please. I step closer to her beautiful body and run my tongue along her slit. I inhale deeply, loving the sweet scent she gives me. She’s so fucking beautiful, a man could get addicted.
I swipe my tongue against her folds, and she arches off the table. She releases a low, deep moan in the back of her throat, and it’s all I need to continue with what I’m doing. I feast on her pretty pussy, savoring every taste.
