Page 50 of Vicious Heir

With a racing heart, I slowly obey. Not because I’m worried about the rumors or what any of these people think—but because I want this man.

I want my husband.

More than I’ve ever wanted before.

Chapter 17

Adriano

Ineed to keep myself under control.

Lucy doesn’t know how much danger we’re in. She can’t possibly understand. Even the bombing wasn’t enough to make it clear. She’s from a world of privilege and safety, and maybe she went through some ugly social shaming, but that’s far from the nasty sharks circling us now. I nearly lost my mind when I came home and found that note in the kitchen. Luca’s going to suffer the consequences for this later.

But first, I’ll make my wife understand.

I let instincts guide me. I kick open the front door and drag her inside. She stumbles after me, mouth hanging open. I can see her pulse racing. I’m tempted to kiss her throat and bite down. I want to drink her, taste her, breathe in her lust and sin. Instead, I slam the door and shove her hard against the wall, making a mirror nearby rattle.

“Fuck, Adriano,” she says, breathing fast, the swell of her breasts rising and falling, her lips open in outrage.

“Did that hurt?” I pin her with my body. “Tell me to fucking stop then.”

She opens her mouth. Maybe to curse me. Maybe to tell me off. Instead, nothing comes out. She only stares with defiance before her jaw tightens.

“That’s what I thought,” I whisper, gripping her hair again. I lean down and kiss her neck. I nibble and nip at her lightly. She whimpers in my arms. “You’re defiant. You’re not used to living in my house. But you’ll learn.”

“Are you always so crazy?”

“Yes.”

She grinds herself against me. “Is this going to be my life? You’re going to make unreasonable demands? You’re going to storm in and embarrass me in front of my friend?”

“Only if you disobey me.”

“Great, you’re doing the macho asshole thing again.”

“I’m protecting you.” I reach up and cup her neck. She gasps as my other hand slowly moves down her body, gliding along her breasts, down her belly. She’s so beautiful it drives me wild. “You don’t understand how much danger we’re in. Maybe the bodies in my basement will force the message into your stubborn head.”

Her eyes widen. “Bodies?”

“Of our enemies.” I press my forehead against hers and tilt my chin forward. I bite her lower lip as I slip my hand down the front of her trousers. She’s wearing trendy wide-legged bottoms that cup her sweet ass and a crop top that exposes a slice of her middle.

“I’m not sure I like the idea of having literal bodies in our basement.”

“Then you married the wrong man.”

She moans as my fingers brush over her panties. Her heat floods me with aching want. My cock throbs with need as I graze my fingers up and down, teasing her.

“This is how you’re going to punish me?” She grips my back. “Doesn’t feel like a deterrent. If anything, you’re rewarding my bad behavior.”

I chuckle and press my fingers against her clit. She sucks in a breath, mouth hanging open.

I bite her again. This time, I bite harder. She groans in surprise, and I press my fingers harder, moving them in a circle, rolling around her clit.

“You want pain?” I ask, moving my hand from her throat. I take her by the hair again.

She stares at me, tongue pressed against her lower lip. There’s a small smear of blood. “You cut me.”

“Tell me to stop.”

---