Page 78 of The Mob Boss' Pet

Again.

“You don’t mind I took an extra shift?” she asks sleepily.

“No. But what I do mind is you falling asleep before I get this plug out of your ass.” I pat her back.

She’s been working doubles for the past three days to cover for another doctor. I hate when she’s not here, but I love when she comes home.

We’ve sold Sergio’s practice. I offered it to her, but she loves emergency medicine. It’s where her heart is, so that’s where she’ll stay.

I carry my wife to our bed and lay her on her side. She pulls her legs up for me, so I can remove the plug.

While I’m cleaning the toys and putting them away, she tucks herself under the quilt. When I get back to bed, I climb in beside her, pulling her to me.

“You know you have to pay for throwing those ears, right?” I say into the darkness after the room’s gone silent.

She huffs in protest. “I just hate them.”

“Does that matter?” I ask firmly. The fact that she hates them makes my cock hard. Maybe that’s why she says it.

“Not to you,” she says with sass. She’s gotten a little bratty lately, but with how tired she’s been, I haven’t addressed it.

“In the morning you’ll pick them up and bring them to me, with my belt.” I condemn her to her sentence.

She groans. “I don’t like the belt.”

I laugh. “Then don’t earn it.”

No response.

I hug her tighter. “Every time you step out of line...”

“You’ll pull me right back into it,” she finishes.

I kiss her head.

“I love you, Vincenzo,” she says and kisses my cheek. Snuggling into me, she closes her eyes, ready to drift away from me. Even while she sleeps, I hate having her gone from me.

“I love you too, Stephania.”

Silence stretches out until I’m sure she’s fallen asleep.

“But I hate those damn ears,” she whispers.

I laugh and hug her tighter. My perfect wife. My perfect pet.

Mine.

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