Page 107 of His Cursed Heart

And I fucking will. They will beg me to kill them when they see what's coming for them. And I'll start with that motherfucker Enrique.

Ivan can wait a few days like a little good boy. But the men who have tortured my wife can't. They've been free for far too long.

Suddenly, a strong feeling takes the breath out of me. A feeling that hasn't let me sleep since that night.

Guilt.

All I needed to see was a flick of her eyes, a chance to know her. Before becoming my wife, Althea was my soon to be sister-in-law and I could've prevented it or even be there for her. She kept that pain inside her for so long. I have no idea how she didn't die.

Keres died thinking her sister hates her when in fact, Althea tried to protect her from a life full of guilt and tears. Even in pain, Althea thought of someone else's benefit.

My head hurts when I remember the night before we were married. When I accused her of being a bad sister, when the truth is so much different.

Althea Seraphina Moretti has a heart of gold that she likes to keep hidden. Her hard, serious face gets soft only around Vincent, but her loyalty stays with people who believe in her and show her that they are with her. She's honest, not afraid to say what she thinks, even if she might start a war between mafias.

But it's alright, I know how to fight.

"What are you thinking off?" I move my gaze to an almost naked Althea. Her body is wrapped into a black bathrobe and her hair is wet.

I lean back on my chair and admire her like the goddess she is. My cock slowly hardens and my body is relaxing under her eyes. I bite my lower lips when she walks with little steps toward me.

My body is screaming for her touch like a teenage boy, but she teased me enough. It's time I take what belongs to me. She can curse me in the time too.

Whatever makes my wife happy.

"Such a temptress." I say to her with a rough voice.

She smirks and comes in front of me.

"Don't change the subject." She whispers as she climbs on top of me, her bathrobe rising, letting me see her chocolate tights. My hands automatically lean to her ass cheeks, moving her until she touches my hard on.

"But you're like a wet dream." And I mean it. With her long, wet hair and drops of water on her chest, she looks like she came to torture me.

I bury my head into her chest and I lick the hot water springs, feeling her heart beat faster against her ribcage. I hear her moan slowly but my wife behaves like the thing she likes to be.

A tease.

She tangles her fingers into my hair and pulls my head back until I feel like her ripping my scalp off. Her green eyes are locked on mine and I hold back the need to bite her delicious lips.

"What are you planning, dear husband of mine?" She asks me with a sexy voice.

"To fuck you again." I murmur and move her hips against my cock, who is screaming to be released.

"Try again." She doesn't seem interested in my offer.

"I love it when you're angry at me." I squeeze her butt. Jesus, I really behave like an unfucked teenager.

The fire in her eyes makes me groan and rise my hips to meet her uncovered pussy.

"Keaton," She grits her teeth and I sigh.

Knowing how she'll react; I take my time to gather my thoughts. She'll be angry. She'll want my balls into Scarface's mouth and I know she'll enjoy it way too much. I have to choose my words carefully because I don't want her to jump to conclusions.

"I'll make Hanibal come in Chicago. In our house." I

watch her eyes widen and I feel her fingers pull my hair. Her body tenses and she looks at me with uncertain eyes.

"He doesn't leave Italy. It's his safe place." Althea says sure at herself.

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