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“No. We aren’t talking about them. You haven’t earned it. Just like I haven’t earned your respect.” I use her words against her, something we are both very well-versed in.
“Fair. So, what do we talk about? Are we just supposed to coexist and fuck when you’re horny?” she asks, setting her fork down.
“Precisely. You can be arm candy occasionally when we have events, but yes. You exist, and I exist—separately, unless we both want to fuck.” I’m crass with my words, but Emelia has proven she can handle more than a bit of bad language.
“Thrilling. Am I allowed to have friends?”
I nod.“Other wives, mistresses, and girlfriends in the outfit, yes. Outsiders, no. Too risky.”
“Mistresses? I’ll skip that one.” She takes a sip of her wine.
“It's normal in this life. You should know. Your father has multiple.” I did my work and research. I know how much that old man enjoys the company of escorts and private dancers.
“No. If you don’t have to talk about your family, mine is off limits too. They may be the reason we had to marry, but I don’t want to talk about them. And I don’t care how common it is. I will not be friends with mistresses. Speaking of…” She pauses and takes another sip. Placing the glass down, she looks out into the dark night.“You plan to have one, I assume?”
“I already answered this,” I tell her, setting down my fork, and a member of my staff comes and takes my empty plate.
“You said there are no other women now. And while I want to say I can trust anything that comes out of your mouth, I don’t. And each minute spent with you is like whiplash.”
“Yeah? And who's the one driving that car, Emelia?” The insult is clear.
“I only go hot and cold when you do.”
“Well, look at that. Something in common. Maybe we should both set some rules. Some things that will not and cannot happen in this marriage,” I suggest, leaning forward and grabbing the wine decanter, pouring myself and her some more.
“I think that’s not the worst idea. You first.”
“I insist, ladies first.” I tilt my head.
“Fine. I want to be able to have my own room. I don’t want to sleep next to you at night. We can do what is needed, then I would like to have my space to retreat to.”
“No.” I instantly shut that down.
“And why is that, Nico?” She huffs, rubbing at her temples.
“Because I want access to you at all times. I don’t want to waste time coming to your room to fuck you when we’re both needy in the middle of the night.”
Her breath hitches. We eye each other over, her lip getting caught between her teeth. She can’t hide her arousal; I don’t even think she notices her thighs rubbing together or her nipples puckering. What a sight.
“You can call me, and I will come to you, if it’s that big of an inconvenience to walk a few doors down.”
I shake my head.“No. You are in my bed. You’re my wife, and you will sleep in the same bed as me. And when I need your tight cunt on my cock and you need my cock to fuck that pretty pussy, neither of us will want a couple of doors between us.”
“Nico,” she breathes out, raspy and needy.
“Next rule.” I’ll get her under me soon, but right now, I want to make her wait for it. Make her hurt and ache for it.
“Fine. I want to be able to ice skate. It’s my one hobby, and I don’t want to lose it.”
Interesting fact: I don’t recall that being in her portfolio Giulio gave me.It surprised me when she told me how much she loved it.
“Consider that arranged.”
“Thank you.” She tucks her hair behind her ear, the wind catching it and giving me a glimpse of her perfect, delectable neck. I want to mark it up.
“What else?”
“I would like for you to be someone approachable. Not so cold, calculated, and angry. For hell’s sake, you have to find joy somewhere in this life.”
