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Finally, she asked, “Why are you telling me this? Why tell me any of it? I mean, who else knows besides Mano?”
“Only me and Aurelio are aware of what I did,” I answered.
“Then why tell me, Nero?” she repeated. “With Mano dead, I never would have known.”
No matter what I said, it was going to be the wrong thing. I was smart enough to know that this was a lose/lose situation, and I was also smart enough to know that Kasen had everything that she needed to go to her father and demand a divorce. Knowing Renzo, he’d go to my father and demand satisfaction, leaving Marco very little choice in the matter. If Kasen wanted to, she could ruin me. All she had to do was tell Renzo or Marco how I had purposely broken my word, and then my reputation would be in tatters. Elio would become the Sartori Underboss as expected.
Nevertheless, I told her the truth. “Because you never would have believed that I love you if I hadn’t.” I cupped Kasen’s face in my hands again. “What you believe about me is more important to me than being the Sartori Underboss.” Her eyes widened. “What you believe about this marriage is more important to me than my reputation. How youfeelabout me is more important to me than my word.”
“Nero…” she whispered as her hands came up to wrap around my wrists.
“I love you, Kasen Sartori,” I said. “I’ve always loved you, and whether you believe me or not doesn’t change that fact. You became my entire life without even realizing it. Nonetheless, now that you know, I think you need to really think hard about what that means.”
“Only you would turn a profession of love into a threat,” she remarked evenly.
“Kasen?”
“What?”
“I love you,” I repeated. “However, with that being said, I will see you dead before I ever let you leave me.” That fire in her eyes came back. “I will not be without you, Kasen. I absolutely refuse.”
“You were doing so well right beforeyou threatened my life, Nero,” she replied coolly, letting go of my wrists.
Removing my hands from her face, Igrabbed her by the hips, then deposited her on top of her desk, her ringing desk phone going unanswered. It was after-hours, so as far as I was concerned, whoever was calling could wait until I was done ironing things out with my wife. Besides, it wasn’t like she could be any angrier with me at the moment.
“What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly, no doubt recalling the last time that I placed her on top of her desk.
“Doing whatever the fuck necessary to make you love me,” I told her as my hand slid upin between her legs.
“You can’t control me with sex,” she lied.
“Watch me,” I challenged as my fingers already made their way inside thelace gusset of her panties and I grabbed her neck with my other hand. “I wasn’t kidding when I said that I have no problem keeping you barefoot and pregnant, il mio cuore.”
“Nero…” she whimpered when my fingers skated over her clit.
Leaning down, mybreath was hot on her neck when I said, “Or maybe I’ll just punish you instead.”
“How?” she choked out, her hips already moving, trying to get my fingers to cooperate.
“Maybe I won’t fuck that tight ass of yours anymore,” I threatened, and her thighs tightened around my legs. “Since I’ll be trying to get you pregnant, maybe I’ll just save all my cum for that pretty cunt of yours.” My wife let out a low mewling sound, making my dick hard as fuck. “How does that sound, baby? How does it feel to know that I won’t be stretching out that stubborn hole anymore? Especially, since I know how much of a slut you’ve become for it.”
Before Kasen could slap me or beg me to fuck her, I slid two fingers inside her pussy, the wet sounds filling my ears, the smell of her hot cunt filling my nostrils. Everything about this woman was so fucking perfect, and I didn’t care if Rafael got an earful as he waited outside of her office. I also planned on fucking her ass just to prove my fucking point. Though wrong on so many levels, if sex was the only way that I could make her come to heel, then that’s what I was going to use.
As soon as I slid a third finger inside her, her desk phone started ringing again, but I didn’t let her answer it. Whoever it was could leave a fucking message.
“Nero…” she moaned, her legs opening wider for me.
“Tell me what you want and it’s yours, baby,” I promised. “If you want myfingers, they’re yours. If you want my tongue, I’ll drop to my knees. If you want my cock, just tell me where you want it and I’ll fuck you until you’re screaming so loud that Rafael rushes in here to save you.”
“Oh, God…” she panted. “Oh, God…”
“That door isn’t locked,il mio cuore,”I reminded her. “Anyone could walk in right now and see your husband finger fucking your wet pussy.”
“Nero…please…oh, God…please…” she begged, her hips practically hanging off the desk in an invitation for me to fuck her.
“Please, what?” I teased as I curled my fingers inside her. “Please fuck your mouth, your pussy, or your ass?” I tightened my hand around her neck, my lips next to her ear. “Because Ireallywant to fuck you up the ass again, baby.”
Her body clenched around my fingers as her cell phone started ringing, and there was no way that I was going to stop for whoever was calling. I was going to make her cum on my fingers before I fucked the soul out of her, and she was going to let me.
