Page 63 of Bartered Innocence

We may not see eye to eye, but this is something we’re always good at. She enjoys how I fuck her as much as I enjoy fucking her. Her mouth slacks open as I thrust harder, holding her tits as I snap my hips in quick strokes.

“Did you kill someone?” she gasps out.

I grit my teeth, pushing my cock deeper. “Yes.”

Her eyes close as her body trembles and I reach down, circling her clit. Her cunt clamps down on me, rippling around my length as she comes. The command to look at me as she releases is on the tip of my tongue, but I push it back. Instead I press my face into her neck, squeezing her closer to me, and pummel in and out of her pussy a few more times before flooding her with my cum.

“Fuck,” she groans as I continue to dump my load. My cock throbs with my orgasm and she shudders in my arms. I smile and kiss her skin, knowing she loves the feeling of me spilling inside her. Knowing that each time I do, there’s a higher chance I’ve put my baby in her.

Before our breaths calm, I pull out and drag her into the shower with me. She turns to me and reaches forward. I watch her in silence as she pushes my shirt off and drops it onto the tiled floor before kneeling to shove my pants down too. Any other time, my wife on her knees would have me harder than a rock, but I feel exhausted, more than just physically. I killed someone I thought was loyal, and it hurts.

Isabelle stands and shoves her ruined dress off, her eyes shifting back and forth as she studies my face. “Who was it?”

I swallow, grabbing the handheld shower head to wash off the remaining blood. She takes it from me, and I lean my head back as I feel the water spray over me. When I hear her put it back and feel the soft scrubbing of a washcloth, I let out a long sigh.

“A traitor.”

“Someone close to you?”

“No, but someone in the family.”

Her hands are thorough as she washes me, and I let her. My eyes shut as I try not to think about anything but her touch.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I tried to think about how I would feel in your place, but I can’t. I can only tell you didn’t enjoy it.”

I tilt my chin down to stare at her, grabbing the cloth to wash away the blood I’ve marked her skin with. “I don’t enjoy killing, Isabelle. None of us do, but it’s part of life. I have families who depend on me to keep them safe, and if given a choice, I’ll always choose them. Even if it costs a few lives.”

She rolls her eyes, the small fire I always see inside her lighting up. “I know that. I meant the betrayal of someone you thought you could trust. I think it would make me murderous too, but I hate that I even thought that.”

“I’ll kill anyone who betrays you.”

Her lips quirk and then she frowns. “And what if you betrayed me?”

“I would never.”

Her face twists in annoyance. “You promised me you would look into working at the restaurant, but it’s been days?—”

I groan, pinching the bridge of my nose. “This again. Why does this matter so much to you? I can get you into any restaurant you desire.”

“It’s not just—” Isabelle steps away from me. “Tell me this, Rian. Did your father hand you the keys to the kingdom without training, or did you have to earn it?”

Clenching my teeth, I bring her back to me, pressing her wet, plump breasts against my chest. “It’s not the same thing. You are mywife.There is no need for you to work under anyone.”

She scoffs, her eyes cold with fury. “Then people would only come because they don’t want to disrespect Rian’s wife. Not because my food is so amazing they can’t live without it. Not because my restaurant deserves the recognition.”

My fingers knead her ass, and I understand her point. “Then let me find a place here.”

Isabelle sighs. “My father and António?—”

“No. You won’t be returning there. I just killed a fucking traitor, Isabelle! You’ll find someone with enough pedigree to teach you on my territory. Compromise with me on this.”

She pushes away from me and after a few more seconds of holding her tightly, I let her go. She storms out without another word, wrapping a towel around her perfect body and leaving her bloodied dress on the floor. I have half a mind to call her back and explain how dangerous it is for her to wander back into Luca’s territory, but I stay quiet as she leaves. I know Isabelle is oblivious to Luca and anything to do with his business, and the less she knows, the better. She could mistakenly slip up with a single conversation with her brother.

My head rests against the tile, more tired than I’ve ever felt. Now I know why my father always seemed to cower at the wrath of my mother, even though I've seen him stare death in the eyes. A smile graces my lips, knowing I’m going to find Isabelle and fuck the angry out of her.

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