Page 71 of Nanny to the Mafia

“Let me go.” Wiggling and shrieking, she hit my back with her pounding fists.

Did she really think she was hurting me with this? I held on to her butt firmly, gritting my teeth as her fucking bare feet touched my cock.

“Shhh … you are going to wake Cora,” I snapped, shutting her up immediately.

Walking to our room, I locked the door and dumped her in the middle of the bed. She scrambled away to the head of the bed, as far as she could from me.

I didn’t fucking like the way she looked at me now. What did she think? That I was going to blow a hole through her?

“Don’t worry. I won’t kill you,” I said sarcastically, watching her tits heave with her heavy breathing. “Tonight.” I couldn’t help myself.

Ever.

Her eyes grew as wide as the button eyes of Cora’s teddy bear.

“Is this some kind of joke to you?” she snapped.

“No, mia cara. This is not a fucking joke to me,” I said firmly, unbuttoning my shirt and removing it. “My wife running to judgment is not a joke.”

I unbuckled my belt and pulled it off. “Haven’t you ever heard of an open mind?” I let my frustration out on my fucking belt, throwing it across the room, the metal clasp landing on the floor with a loud thud. “Or giving the benefit of the doubt? No? Instead, you did worse. You chose my mother over me.”

She shrank away from me, pissing me off even more. What was she so fucking scared of? I burned a trail through her as I unzipped my trousers, getting rid of them with my shoes and socks. “It’s no fucking joke, mia cara, my wife, moving out of our room. I swear to god … you test my patience like no other woman has.”

I got rid of my boxers and let loose my erection. Fucking siren. Even when I was mad enough to put the room on fire, she fucking taunted me with her body. I watched her ogle me, or rather my dick. I knew she was turned on. She didn’t want to be because, apparently, I wasn’t good enough for her now. But she was. I knew the signs. Her silk-clad pyjama top showed off her pert nipples like bullet points, her eyes glazed, the green gone, her pupils big, her breathing heavier and deeper, her smell… I could smell her a mile away, especially when she was so turned on. And she was all of that now.

I got onto the bed on my hands and knees and latched onto her ankles, dragging her down.

She gave out a shriek, trying to scurry away, but relented easily under my touch.

“Shut up,” I hissed, freezing her movements immediately.

Grabbing her hands, I pinned them above her head with one hand and yanked her silk pyjama bottoms down. Our breaths mingled as our eyes fought each other. There was a steam hanging around us, hotter than any boiling kettle.

“Did it ever occur to you, my wife of mine, to talk to me first, before you condemn me and squash me beneath your pretty little toes?”

I dragged her further down and spread her legs, pushing two fingers in to find her sticky and dripping. Lust washed through me like nobody’s business.

Taking my fingers out, I put them in my mouth and licked them dry, watching her shocked eyes.

“So wet for me,” I groaned.

I found her clit and gave it a hard tweak, watching her jerk.

“You are no different from my mother.” I hissed, “You condemn me so easily mia cara, from your high horse, never good enough for you.”

Spreading her legs wide, I pushed myself in, her gasp loud in the room.

“Fucking not enough,” I muttered, pumping in and out, hard and fast, sweat collecting on my forehead.

“Are you too good for me, mia cara?” I rasped before taking one nipple between my teeth. A yelp was the only response. It pissed me off. I wanted a fucking no.

“Not good enough for you to stay?” I abandoned the left nipple to move on to the right. My teeth on her nipples should have hurt her. I only wanted to punish her, but all I saw was desire in her eyes. For some reason, that pissed me off even more. I wanted her to hurt. Just like I was now.

“Sì, I am a killer,” I pinned her with my eyes, watching hers glaze, fighting her orgasm. I pumped harder, like a man possessed, eager to throw her over, prove her wrong.

She will never be able to live without me.

Leaning down, I bit her lip hard. Let her try to explain that tomorrow.

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