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“So tight, Bella. Looks like I’ll have to retrain you before I fuck this tight little hole again.”

That elicits a whimper from me. Antonio made me use a butt plug when he prepared my ass for him the last time, and it wasn’t the most enjoyable experience. I mean, it didn’t hurt, but he made me keep it in while I went about my daily routine. Walking around the house, my insides tingling because my ass is filled isn’t something I’m in a hurry to relive. I don’t like being on edge.

He withdraws his finger and continues to pound into me, battering my pussy with his massive cock. His animalistic grunts of pleasure spur me on to my orgasm. There’s something intoxicating about driving a man as controlled as Antonio to distraction.

As he pulls my hips up to change the angle of his thrusts, he repeatedly hits that hyper-sensitive spot inside me. Tightness grips my womb. My pussy clenches around him, and I cry out some incoherent jumble of words as I’m plunged headfirst into a whirlpool of bliss. My hips jerk and my limbs quiver. I’m on the verge of collapse when Antonio pulls out of me. He grabs my waist and drags me off the bed, depositing me on my knees on the floor.

He cups my cheeks with his hands and rubs his thumb over my lips. “Open.”

It’s a command I’m compelled to obey. Still trembling as my orgasm subsides, I open my mouth. Still holding my cheeks, Antonio shoves his cock straight to the back of my throat. Tears well in my eyes as I choke on his length. I scrabble at his legs, digging my nails into his thighs and he pulls back, just enough to let me breathe.

“Come on, Bella. You can take me.”

His words are more of a taunt than encouragement. This isn’t the first time he’s fucked my mouth. In fact, as short as our relationship has been, I couldn’t count the number of times he’s had me on my knees like this. But there’s a savagery in his thrusts I haven’t experienced before. He wants to hurt me.

Glancing up, I can’t miss the dark gleam in his eyes as he repeatedly makes me gag. He plunges in deep, hitting the back of my throat, enjoying every second of my misery as I choke on his cock. The vicious snarl on his lips is completely at odds with the tender way he strokes my cheek, encouraging me to take every inch of him, assuring me it will be okay. Does he hate me or not? I really can’t tell. The mixed signals are messing with my head.

I don’t know how he’ll react to me touching him, but when I release my grip on his thigh and cup his balls with my hand, he sighs with pleasure. Taking care not to hurt him, I squeeze. It elicits the reaction I wanted. His body shudders. He throws his head back with a low, ecstatic moan. He pushes his cock deep and then withdraws a little.

“Fuck, Bella!” He roars my name as he releases his cum over my tongue. “Swallow every drop.”

I do as he commands, gulping it all down.

“Show me,” Antonio demands as he pulls his cock out, dragging it over my swollen lips.

Opening my mouth wide, I stick out my tongue.

“Good girl.”

Even as his praise warms me, an arctic chill descends on the room. Antonio abruptly turns away and goes to the walk-in closet. I stay where I am, on my knees, trying to work out what I’m supposed to do. Should I follow him, seek a moment of closeness after that intense encounter? I doubt he’s in the mood for cuddling. Even on his best day, he’s not the affectionate type. Do I get up and dress, or get into bed and wait for round two? I have no idea. It’s not as if I can avoid the awkwardness by sneaking off home.

For a minute or so, I listen to Antonio moving around in the closet. When he emerges, he’s dressed in a black suit with a clean, crisp white shirt underneath. He’s put on a black tie. It’s the standard mob uniform. His brothers occasionally embrace a more casual look, but Antonio would never set foot outside of the house in jeans and a t-shirt. He strives for perfection. It isn’t mere vanity, but a deep understanding of the signals his clothing sends out. He has to maintain the appearance of being in control. He expects the same level of perfection from his wife, something I found exhausting.

As he walks to the door, he doesn’t spare me a glance, but throws instructions over his shoulder. “I’m taking you to Westport. Be ready in an hour.”

With that, he leaves the room. Slumping to the floor, a hot, sweaty mess, I try to catch my breath. I’m in the same house as my husband for the first time in a year, but it feels like we’ve never been farther apart.

CHAPTER 5

Antonio

Although I told Isabella to be ready to go in an hour, I need to get out of the house for a while to clear my head. Feeling her snug pussy clenching around my cock has scrambled my brain. I forgot how incredible it is to be joined with her, this woman I claimed as my own. There’s something about Isabella that has me acting in ways I normally wouldn’t. Whenever I’m with her, I lose focus. That makes her dangerous.

Gifting her an orgasm wasn’t something I planned on doing. I didn’t even intend to fuck her until she understands her new place in my life more fully. Yet, in a moment of insanity, I got down on my knees to give her pleasure. By worshiping her body like that, I gave her the upper hand. Fucking her hard and fast, then using her mouth to get myself off was supposed to be my way of regaining control. I’m not sure it worked. I can’t help thinking Isabella got the better of me and I don’t like it.

The decision to take her was a spur-of-the-moment one that I hope I don’t live to regret. I want to be alone with my wife, without distractions, while I work out where we go from here, but I worry about letting her close. If she betrays me again, I can’t be lenient a second time.

Although my men don’t know why I sent Isabella away, they understand it was a punishment for some serious transgression against me. Her banishment coincided with the sudden disappearance of Joey Gallo and his cousin. It’s an open secret that Leo killed them, something he wouldn’t have done without provocation. It doesn’t take a genius to make a link between their deaths and my wife being exiled.

Only my brothers and Dante, my closest friend, know what happened the night Isabella let the Gallos into our home to assassinate me. Although I had to spend a few days laying low while I recuperated from the gunshot wound Joey inflicted, nobody realized I’d been hurt. If the men who work for me ever learn the truth about Isabella’s involvement, they’ll think me weak for not punishing her more harshly. If she betrays me again, my hand will be forced. Despite everything, I hate the thought of harming her.

Before going out, I head into my study to grab my cellphone from the desk. When I retrieve it, I’m not surprised to find a half dozen missed calls. A man in my line of business gets very little peace. I shoot my driver, Enzo, a quick message, telling him to meet me out front with the car. Then I scroll through the notifications to see if there’s anything urgent I have to deal with.

All the calls I missed are from my brothers. No doubt they want an update on what’s happening with Isabella. Whether it’s me or her they’re worried about, I can’t be sure. I ignore them for now and go outside to find Enzo already waiting by the silver Mercedes S-class he prefers to drive. Rich and David, two trusted soldiers, occupy the Audi SUV sitting behind it. I take no chances with my safety or that of my family since the night I was shot. Whenever any of us leave the house, they take guards with them. I insist on it.

Enzo opens the back door of the car for me, but I walk around him and get into the passenger seat. While he’d like to maintain some distance from the boss, I’d rather sit up front so I can see his face when I’m talking to him.

“Where are we headed?” he asks as he settles into the driver’s side.

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