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“You’re only punishing yourself, Athena. I’m not the one that will be sitting in the basement with sexual frustration, and not being able to do anything about it for two days.”

I thought I had seen her angry before, but clearly I had not, as she sits up and bites my chest. Fucking bites me like a rabid dog. Her eyes are blue, but now they’re darker than they’ve ever been before, and she bites me again. I push her back, and hold her hands down. “I don’t fucking think so, Butterfly.”

She continues glaring at me. “If you think you’re going to fuck other women and come home and fuck me, you’re mistaken.”

Where the hell did that come from? Why would she think I have any intention of being with another woman? I wouldn’t dream of fucking another woman when I can have her, the best pussy I’ve ever had.

Holding her down, I continue fucking her. “Listen to me, Butterfly. I’m not a good guy. In fact, in your mind, I’m likely among the worst. There are no other women, and there will not be any other women; I take my vows seriously. You are the only woman I will fuck. Hell, you’re the only woman I want to fuck. I assure you, my dick is clean and it’ll stay that way.”

She turns her head, trying to shut me out, and I let go of one of her arms and force her head to turn toward me. I press my lips to hers, and she fights me before she finally gives in, and lets me kiss her. Her pussy clenches down on my cock and pulls my orgasm from me. She’ll spend the next two days hating herself as much as she hates me.

“Get dressed and meet me downstairs.”

I pull out of her and get off the bed, and get dressed in black dress pants and a matching button down shirt. Athena is still glaring daggers at me, but I ignore it, because I don’t have time to deal with this. Certainly not when it won’t change a damn thing.

After she has breakfast, I take her by the arm and pull her down to the basement. She immediately glances at the cage, and I say, “You aren’t going in there.”

I take her to the chains, and place her wrist in the restraint, and tears fall from her beautiful eyes. “Luca, please don’t do this to me.”

I continue with her other wrist, and then her ankles. “The bathroom is over there. You have enough length on the chains. My staff will bring you food and drinks.”

I watch as she collapses to the floor in sobs. “Luca. Please.”

Stroking her hair, I say, “I’m sorry it has to be like this, Butterfly.”

What I really should say is that I’m sorry I am the way I am. She doesn’t deserve this.

“I’ll see you in a few days.”

Leaning down, I kiss her on the top of the head and make my way to the stairs, listening to her sobbing as I close the door behind me. A gut wrenching scream tears through the quiet of my house, “LUCA!”

Although I’m tempted, I can’t turn back now. She has to know I’ll follow through on the things I say I’ll do. If I show her weakness, she’ll walk all over me. I learned this from my father. If we tell our guys if they steal that we’ll do something, we have to do it, whether we want to or not. Showing weakness makes you a liability. As hard as it is to listen to her screams, that sound so much like the last time she was in the cage, I can’t back down.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

BONES

Stepping off the plane in Las Vegas, the sun is bright and nearly blinds me. I slide my aviators on and climb into the back of my car. I don’t need to tell my driver where he’s going because he knows, unless I say otherwise, it’s straight to the casino with the current issue. Sitting back in my seat, I open up my app on my phone to check in on Athena. She sits with her back against the wall, a tray of food sits untouched, and one of my guys walks down to the basement with a dinner tray. He sets it on the floor in front of her, and she shakes her head as he walks away, and I watch as my wife kicks it across the room. She tilts her head back and looks directly at me, like she knows where the camera is, which cannot be the case, and while I can’t hear her, I see her mouth my name. “Luca,” she says, with desperation in her eyes as the tears fall again.

A text comes through from my head of security, interrupting my viewing.

Eduardo:Boss, you said to let you know if there were any problems.

Me:What is it?

Eduardo:Your wife won’t eat.

Me:I know. I saw the footage.

Eduardo:Do you want us to force her?

I growl from the backseat, as my driver pulls into the casino entrance.

Me:No. Do. Not. Fucking. Touch. My. Wife.

Eduardo:Of course not. I’ll keep you updated.

If anybody touches her, they are dead. I don’t care who they are, or how valuable they are to me. There’s nobody worth more than her. She’s priceless.

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