Page 24 of Arranged Pleasures

“Come in and shut the door,” I tell her calmly.

“No! Fuck you. I don’t even want to be here, let alone with you!” she hollers, and I crack my neck. Time to be the man she needs.

“Emelia, I gave you an order, you be a good wife and do as you’re fucking told. Now!” I match her energy and she pauses a minute, thinking of her next move. Her and I both. Stepping in a few steps, she slams the door shut and exaggeratingly locks the door.

“Happy, Mr. Valiente? Was that submissive enough for you?” She mocks me, and I shake my head, rubbing at my nearly week-old stubble. I usually don’t go longer than a five o’clock shadow, but my stubborn wife likes it when I have stubble.

“Yes. Now take off your clothes and bend over the couch.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, you’re kidding. You think after you made me hate my body and how the world views it, that I want to fuck you? You are out of your g?—”

“What did you just say to me?”

“You heard me. I don’t want to fuck you, you asshole!” She sniffles and I gain on her.

“No I heard that part loud and clear, but I am pretty sure I’m hearing things. Did you just say I made you hate your body?” I grab the column of her neck and tilt her head up.

“Yes! You don’t want to bring me in here because you think the people watching will laugh at me because I’m a bigger woman. You may love me, but you shield me from being ridiculed. Well, Nico, that really nailed the coffin shut. I don’t need you to shield me away.” That’s what she thinks? That I’m protecting her.

“Emelia. I am going to say this one time and if you ever think differently in our marriage again, I will smack your ass till it is beet fucking red.” She shakes her head.

“Go ahead, pity me. Make it sound like you’re the hero.”

“You defiant little brat. You’re so lucky I fucking love you and I’m even allowing this.”

“What?” she spits.

“I am not saving you from embarrassment. You don’t need saving from anything. You can handle your own, though I prefer you let me do it. I didn’t want you in here because you aremy wife.” I seethe out the last two words with gritted teeth. “I know what I have and I know when any man gets to see what I do, he will take it. I would kill for you. The things I would do in order to protect your body from someone else’s desire, makes every other fucking crime I have done in my life look like entry level shit. If another man saw you, he would do exactly what I did when I walked into your parents’ house ten years ago, Emelia. I would fight and kill and knock on deaths fucking door to make sure you were mine.” I pause, tightening my hands around her neck and getting within an inch of her face. “I didn’t want you here because I am jealous of them seeing what I do. And because my wife wants to be lusted after by other fucking men. So no, Emelia, who is the one who should be mad here. Hint. It isn’t you,principessa.”

She gulps and her eyes water.

“Nico…I.” She doesn’t know what to say.

“What? Spit it out, baby.” I lean in and bite her bottom lip hard and draw blood. I am so fucking angry but turned on by my maddening wife.

“You think I want other people to want me?” She whimpers, reaching up and touching the blood on her lip.

“Isn’t it?”

She rapidly shakes her head. Taking her finger with the crimson liquid, she brings it to my lips and urges me to lick it clean. I suck on the tip and drink in her blood.

“No. Nico, I wanted them to see whatyoucan do to me. What we can do to one another and see what real pleasure and lust is.I want the world to see how depraved we are with one another.” I search her eyes, looking for the truth and I find only the truth in her words.

“They already know that. Emelia, do you know how many men I have killed for you?” She shakes her head slowly. Leaning in I suck on her still bleeding lip.

“Oh,” she moans, pulling me in with her hands on my hips.

“The two men you danced with last time you had some doubts.” I move to her chin and bite. “Then I took off all of Damien’s fingers because I spared him at your request.” I move to her ear and bite the lobe. “Your father. For hurting you. Your cowardly fucking brothers—for hurting you.” I come back to look at her. “What makes you think I wouldn’t kill strangers who wanted you? Life has no purpose when it means keeping you or keeping you safe. Ten years has taught you nothing, my love.” She gulps again and our eyes search one another. The next move is written all over my wife.

My obsession for her has no limits and she messed up tonight. She goes to pull me in but I step back, keeping her neck in my hands at arm’s width distance. She looks terrified and I hold that look close.

“We are just getting started, wife. Giulio!”

A few seconds later the door is unlocked with a key and Giulio steps in.

“Sir.”

“Let them in.” He nods and closes the door and locks it again. A few moments later, the red light behind the viewing glass turns on and women from the club start piling in.

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