Page 11 of Arranged Pleasures

He growls, “I don’t pity you. I am hurting because my wife is hurting, and I caused it. You said I wanted to look at other women, Emelia. You looked so fucking hurt, like you believed that.”

I stand in a rush and wipe my cheeks more.

“Well, what is it? You are not wanting those memories to be stolen from you, the ones that happened in that room? Or you’re embarrassed for me to be seen there in that way? Which is it, Nico? Go ahead. Spit it out!” I yell, and he rounds the island, gaining on me and in my unpreparedness, I step back and hit the mirror.

“What the fuck is in that head of yours and why are you making up these fucking lies, Emelia! I am sure as hell not embarrassed of you. I show you off like a goddamn prize. What about the night you decided to test me so badly, I fucked you with my gun above all those men and women? So, I am calling your bluff. What do you want?” he hollers, wrapping his hands possessively around my neck.

“You! I wanted you to show me what things I have never had before! To explore me in ways that don’t make me feel like you have to because I am your fucking wife! Treat me like a whore. Like I mean nothing to you. I wanted to be every version of myself, for myself and for you! Your whore, your fling, your mistakes, and your fucking wife!” My chest heaves up and down rapidly, and my skin is ablaze. The room feels like a million degrees, but hell, did it feel good to get that off my chest.

“There it is, oh my wife. Such a good girl. I knew you knew better than to think those things about us,” he coos at me, releasing one hand from my neck and petting my hair as I cry harshly.

I nod and completely fall apart in front of him. What overcame me these past few days? I don’t know but I do know that I had to do this. I need this. I need to try this with my husband.

“Shh, good girl. Let it all out.” He continues to soothe me, and I work at calming down.

“Emelia, we have done all the things those rooms entail. But I understand your needs. You just had to tell me. We can do them in our home. Together.” My face drops. He isn’t getting it.

“Damn you!” I push off him and head to the bedroom, needing some space.

“What? Wife, you don’t run from me unless I tell you to,” he grumbles, coming after me. I scoff, almost to the door.

“Emelia! Stop!” His loud voice bellows out and I would jump but my roar is just as fucking ferocious.

“Why won’t you let us go in those rooms!”

“Because I never fucking used them! And I will not diminish us by taking you into them! You want to be fucked like a careless whore, I can do that, but there has to be a boundary because at the end of the day you are my wife, and I do fucking respect and love you, Emelia Valiente!”

What? No. How did he? Wait. My mind goes a mile a minute. He had to try those rooms. There is no world where Nico didn’t use his business for his pleasure. I refuse to believe it. But wait.

He pierces me with a soul-crushing gaze while his chest rises and falls, his face and neck red in fury.

“Nico?” My voice softens as does my approach. He isn’t lying. He never used those rooms.

“I don’t mix my business with pleasure as much as you think. Have I fucked some of those women at hotels, yes, but I didn’t need the rooms.” His words are still harsh, though intended not to be.

“You didn’t want to?” He shakes his head. “Why?” I step a bit closer to him and he lets out an incredulous sound.

“Damn it,Amore mia. I’m the fucking head of the goddamn Mafia. I cut out a man’s fucking tongue yesterday. And you have me by the goddamn throat. Because those rooms were for men who seek something more. A connection and I had no desire for connection until I had you. Until I fucking tasted you.”

He is on me, cupping my face and taking me in an all-consuming kiss. He steals the words I was going to say back with his bruising force. I cry against his full lips and deadly touch. He squeezes my neck with one hand and violently grabs the fat on my hip. Shit. It feels so good. His hard cock is pressing into my upper stomach. I am so much shorter than him at five-five.

But above all. Above the touches and this heated kiss, his words hold all the lust in the room. Nico fucked, but never sought out love or tried to find a connection. He’s only ever wanted me.

“Take me. Do whatever you want with me.” I cup his face as I peel my lips away from him.

“No. No fucking way. I have something much fucking better. Pack a bag for the night, Emelia. I will be in my office. Do not come out until I get you.” He retreats fast, and I’m bereft.

Wait? What just happened? I look around the room, my hand touching my lips, still feeling him there. Given the way he kissed me and the look in his eyes when he left, I can only imagine he wants me to pack one thing.

The most scandalous skin-baring things I own.

Chapter Six

NICO

My poor wife. And pathetic me. This whole time my wife has thought that maybe there was someone that I wanted to connect with or even entertain in my business before she came along. Yes, I fucked many of those women, but not in those rooms. The rooms are built for an illusion, to build a parallel world where you are with whoever is in that room and a connection is found. That’s what creates regulars.

How pathetic of me to not have seen this longing in my wife’s eye for so long. It may have been dormant, but I know Emelia, and each time she laid under me or over me, I should have sensed that she wanted all my lasts. Every single one. I should have also known that she had new desires to be tended too.

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