Days later
When the plane has finally landed on safe soil again, I am anything but at peace. My fingers thrum on my knee, my patience thin. After everything I’ve learned these past couple of days, I haven’t spent a minute without worry. Even though there’s still so much more work to be done, I couldn’t fucking stay there.
It wouldn’t be useful anyway.
I sigh to myself as the car drives past all the familiar houses.
I can’t fucking wait to be home again.
To forget everything.
To touch my bunny again and kiss those velvety fucking lips of hers.
She always has a way of making me feel good again especially when I’m frazzled.
As I go into the building and enter the elevator, my phone buzzes. I check only to find a warning from one of my home detectors. Someone broke into my office.
Hmm … whoever could that be?
I roll my eyes.
Of course she’d start snooping around once I let Lita off the hook. Just thirty minutes ago, I texted her and told her she was done for the day, so I could have some private time with Jill.
And here my little bunny is fucking snooping where she shouldn’t be.
I waltz through the corridor and burst into my own penthouse, searching for her.
“Jill?” I coax, raising a brow to see if she’ll respond.
Is she planning another trap for me?
I rub my forehead. “Jill. I know you’re in my office. There’s no use in hiding.”
After a few seconds of non-responsiveness, I barge into the room, only to find her snooping through my papers as though she didn’t even hear me.
I slam my hand into the door.
She looks up, unsurprised that I caught her in the act.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“What does it look like?” Her sassiness brings a smile to my face.
“I didn’t give you permission to come in here, and you know that. I don’t appreciate you going through my stuff when I’m out of town.”
“And I don’t appreciate being kept like a pet, but here we are,” she retorts, shrugging it off like she did nothing wrong.
I march up to her and grab her wrist when she’s about to reach for a particularly confidential drawer. “Ah.”
She spins on her heels to look me in the eyes. “What are you trying to hide? You think I don’t know you’re a mobster?” She laughs. “Like my parents aren’t in the same business.”
“I don’t care what your parents do. What I do is my business and my business alone,” I reply.
“Oh, so I’m your wife, but I can’t know anything about what you do?” She raises her brow. “Typical.”
I try not to be offended, but it still makes me clench my teeth when she says that. “How did you break in here?”
With a smug face, she replies, “I grew up with a father who tried to keep secrets from his daughters. It’s not the first time I picked a lock, trust me.”
When I grab her waist tight, I notice she’s clenching her fist behind her back, so I grab it and push it open until something metallic drops to the floor. A hairpin.
My eyes narrow. “Inventive.”
“I’ve got my ways,” she replies.
“Gone for years, yet the shadiness never left you,” I quip.
“Like you and your family aren’t equally as shady,” she spits.
I plant my hands on the desk so she can’t escape. “I guess we both deserve each other.”
“You think? Or are you just saying that to make yourself feel better about the fact that you forced me into this marriage?”
She seems feisty today. “Here we go again.”
“I made the choice, yes, but I would never have if you hadn’t—”
“Taken your sister,” I fill in for her. “And why do you think I did that?” I raise a brow at her, the smirk on my face feeling permanent.
“Because you wanted revenge on our family,” she replies.
I laugh, shaking my head as I look down at my own feet, unable to look her in the eyes when we both know she’s wrong.
“For your brother,” she adds.
“If you keep bringing up my brother, this marriage will only get worse for you,” I say, licking my top teeth. “Take that as a warning.”
She sucks in a breath. “But you—”
I grab her throat. “My family wanted revenge. You’re lucky they didn’t want your blood and were happy to marry you to me instead.” I lean in closer and closer until our lips are mere inches away again. “Now … are you ready to act like my fucking wife?”
Her lips part, her body straining against mine. “You only use me for your own pleasure … just to make me pay.” Her words sting, but her voice crackles and changes in pitch the closer my lips hover to hers.
“Or maybe … I’m playing with you for both our enjoyment,” I reply, our breaths mingling as I lean in for a kiss.
At first, it’s agonizingly slow, as I want her to know this isn’t just to punish her or to torment her. It’s amazing to push her buttons and watch her explode in rage. But there is something else I love even more. Watching her fall apart because of all the things I do to her. With my mouth as I kiss her lips, with my tongue as it swivels around inside her mouth, with my hands as they move from the desk to her waist and down her legs to peel up the sparkly gold dress she’s wearing.
It makes me pause and look down. “You’re wearing … something interesting.” I smirk. She looks beautiful. “Why?”
“Because it looks nice,” she replies, her lips still swollen from my kiss.
“Very nice…” I bite my lip in hunger. She really does know how to make me want her. Knows what makes me want to rip all the clothes off her body. And it doesn’t feel like a coincidence.
My hand slides underneath the dress. “You put this on for me, didn’t you?”
The blush that creeps onto her face already gives it away. “No, I just want to look—”
I plant a finger on her lips. “Stop lying.”
She swallows.
“I hate liars,” I say, looking down at her.
“Then you hate yourself,” she says.
That fucking stings like a knife to the goddamn heart. Why? Because I know it’s fucking true. But the fact that she knows hurts more.
She turns around, but I won’t let her walk away.
Instead, I pin her against the desk, my hand slipping around her throat again. I can do whatever I want when she’s turned her back on me, too. In fact, it’s even more enjoyable watching her through the large mirror behind my desk.
I want to do bad things to her, especially when she tells me I should hate myself. She makes it impossible not to. Because I want her more than anything, and I always told myself it’s because she’s a vixen, a bad girl in need of punishment for all the shit she did.
But now I finally have her, and it’s still not enough.
I want more.
More of everything.
More of her body, her pussy, her lips.
I want it all …
But what I want the most is for her to fucking want me back.
And she’s using it against me.
“You make me want to do bad things, Jill …” I whisper in her ear as her head tilts back. “Things you can’t even fucking imagine.”
“Tell me,” she whispers.
My hand wraps around her throat as the other slides up between her tits until I reach her face and part her lips with my fingers, pushing them down until my fingers enter her mouth and slide onto her tongue.
I’m not afraid she’ll bite.
In fact … I’m daring her to.
“I want to bury my cock inside your tight little ass right here on this desk,” I whisper into her ear. “Thrust it up your puckered hole until you moan my name. Shove it into your mouth when you’re on your knees … fuck this pretty little throat until I come. And even that’s not enough.”
She gasps as I squeeze her throat while my dick grows harder and harder against her ass.
“I want to fuck you day and night, tie you down on the bed, rope you to the ceiling, chain you to my floor. I want to slather you in my seed and make you choke on it.”
She shudders, her body covered with goose bumps as she wriggles her ass against my length, clearly turned on. It’s everything I always dreamed to do to her but couldn’t because she wasn’t mine.
But here she is, my fucking wife, ripe for the taking.
And I’m done fucking waiting until she’s ready.
