Page 36 of Captive Mafia Wife

“Back to my request for the solo tour. Last night, when you first came in the room and were—” I flush, ashamed aboutlaying over his lap.

“Spanking you and punishing you. Turning you on?” he says.

Clearing my throat, I ignore him, continuing, “You told me that I could go anywhere I wanted as long as I stayed within the walls.” I hold up a gold-bangled wrist, pointing to the tall stone wall surrounding the property. “I’m within the wall, ken?”

“I said you could explore inside the walls, yes.”

“And?”

“I never said you could go alone.”

Infuriated, I moan. “Semantics.”

“You’re a lawyer.” He shrugs. “You know how important it is to pay attention to the details.”

I heave a sigh. “I am a lawyer, and this whole ‘no contact with the outside world’ thing is driving me bananas! I mean, I know we just wrapped up two cases, and it’s the perfect time to have a”—I hold up my fresh red manicure to air quote—“vacation, but seriously. I’m a CONTROL freak. Not having any idea how work is going…”

“It’s for your safety,” he reminds me for the numpty-teenth time. “As well as that of your friends. If the Hoax came looking for you, whoever is around you at the time could be hurt.”

“I agree. It’s just frustrating. You know—you don’t have to babysit me. Don’t you have your own work to do?”

“I could use a vacation. Besides, if I don’t babysit you, who’s going to spank that lovely ass of yours if you get out of hand?”

HEAT. Everywhere. “Have I told you how infuriating I find you?”

He counters with, “Have I told you how enchanting I findyou?”

My entire wardrobe arrived this morning. I must say, I am looking good. I'm opting for a French flair for my first day as the MAD-mo-zelle of the castle. I wear a light, cashmere blue-and-white-striped sweater. I teamed it with fitted white pants, nude thong panties underneath, and Kate Spade kitten-heeled slingbacks on my feet. I completed the outfit with a lovely straw hat to keep the warm, late-fall sun from my face, a blue ribbon around its brim.

“I’ve never seen you in anything other than black.” He adds, “Or purple. Or naked.”

The cheek! “You’ve never seen me naked,” I correct.

“I’ve seen parts of your stunning body naked. Your thighs, your?—”

“Let me stop you right there.” I change to a safer subject, my outfit. “I shocked myself this morning when I chose this outfit, but I woke up feeling…”

Free is the word I want to use, but that would make absolutely no sense. Banished from my home, I’m a captive here. Yet, having some space from Callum and the Kings, I feel free.

“Ready to conquer the day?”

“Exactly,” I say. “And the idea of wearing black made me miss the courtroom that much more.”

“Hopefully, you won’t find staying at our little castle too terrible atime.”

“You’ve been more than generous,” I offer. “And, so far,” fingers crossed, “I’m not hating it as much as I anticipated when your circus hand dragged me away from my cozy home.”

He clears his throat, hiding a laugh.

SHOCKER: I am having a lovely time. Last night’s sexcapades didn’t hurt either. I was Freya, the sexy Valkyrie, and I conquered the stuffy French man, rocking his privileged world, showing him what we simple islanders are made of. We don’t need prestigious boarding schools for a good education.

A few drinks, a good bonfire night, and a grassy hill with privacy will teach you everything you need to know to rule this man’s world.

Of course, a few years of law school didn’t hurt either.

“Come this way,” he says, leading me toward a lovely gazebo at the water’s edge. The scent of fresh coffee hits my nose, making it a wee bit easier to follow behind him.

“I’ve had the staff prepare a breakfast picnic for us.”

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