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“I’m too big on top. I don’t like it.”
“Oh, bella, I love it.” I reach down and kiss each nipple. “My opinion is the only one that matters. You feeling otherwise is an insult to me.”
She softens to me, and next, she’s kissing me. I stop her before I throw her down and fuck her again.
I don’t know why I’m struggling to just walk away from her. Go in the shower like she’s nobody. She’s gotten under my skin, and I’m not sure if I want to rip off my own flesh to get rid of her or wrap us both up in a blanket and hide us from the world.
Being the mob boss means anything I hold dear is at risk. She’s a strategic match. But if my enemies think I love her, that’s a sharper knife to plunge into my chest. Conversely, a made man—a don, at that—in love is more dangerous.
I bring Isabella into the bathroom and run the water in my jet bathtub. “The sheets can wait. Soak in the tub. You need it.”
“I don’t want to get in your way. I can soak just fine in my—”
I hold her face. “You’re not in my way. I’ll let you know when you are. I’m not shy.” I brush my mouth against hers because I’m finding I can’t resist those full lips anymore. Christ, they sucked my cock just the way I liked. “While we’re waiting for the water, know this, bella. I want you pregnant. Do you understand me?”
“Uh-huh,” she says with no emotion. When I nod and go to turn away, she blurts, “I have somethingIwant.”
I close my eyes, figuring it would be more freedom, which I won’t agree to. “I’m listening.” Yet her fighting spirit turns me on.
“How about we take turns?”
My pulse thickens as I face her. “What do you mean,turns?”
“One night, we do what I want. And one night what you want.”
“Do you mean sexually? I’d love to know what you want that you didn’t get, Isabella.”
“I will definitely leave the sex up to you. In the bed, you’re in control.” She blushes. “I want us to go on a date. A first date. Something special. Something I deserve. I want to get gussied up. You bought me all those dresses, and I made you miss that fundraiser.” She’s pushy. I like that.
“There will be more.”
“Just something you and me.”
Nodding, I say, “If that’s what you want.”
“That’s what I want.” She gives me a cute curtsy. “Thank you.”
“What should I tell Patricia to bring you for breakfast?” That will raise her curiosity, getting my wife breakfast when I don’t get my own.
“You’re gonna bring me my breakfast?” she sputters.
“Aye, what do you want?”
Sinking into the tub, her eyes flutter closed. “Just this right now.”
With her in the tub, I stand there naked to watch her. When her eyes lift to my body, I ask, “Like what you see?”
“No,” she sasses me.
“Liar.” I stroke my chest, feeling short stubbles of hair that I sometimes shave. “How is the water?”
“Great.” She sinks in deeper. “I think I’ll stay in here all day. I’ll text you what I want for dinner. That’s if you’re coming home.”
“I heard that, you little brat.”
Balancing my need to dominate with making sure my wife only wants me, that I’m her source of pleasure, drives my next move.
I kneel in front of the tub and wade my fingers in the water.
