Page 34 of Bloody Vows
“Get it over with,” she hisses. “You got what you wanted. You said you were going to fuck me. So do it already, before someone catches us.”
I smile, slow and lazy, and take a step back, dropping my hands to my sides. “I changed my mind.”
“What?” Simone blinks at me, clearly unsure if she’s heard me correctly. Her gaze drops to my hips, where the outline of my painfully hard cock is clear against my robe.
“I’m fine. I didn’t want you that badly.” I smirk at her, enjoying the sight of her disheveled and caught off-guard, her hair a tousled mess around her flushed face and her nightgown rucked up around her thighs. “I just wanted to make a point about the locked door."
It's a complete lie. I want her so badly I can barely think straight, my cock demanding that I bury myself inside of her as soon as possible. I need to come more than I need to fucking breathe, it feels like… but the look of confusion on her face is worth the discomfort, and the way her mouth falls open in shock is utterly satisfying.
"You..." She struggles for words, her chest still rising and falling rapidly. "You did that just to prove a point?"
"I did that to remind you who's in charge here." I nod toward her room. "Keep the door unlocked, Simone. I won't ask again. If you don’t want to share a bed with me, fine. But when I want my wife, I expect her to be available to me."
“You arrogant piece of?—”
“Remember what I said about your mouth,célie.” I raise an eyebrow, reaching down to part my robe so that she gets a clear view of my aroused cock. “I’ll take it sooner or later. It could be right now.”
She snaps her mouth shut, glaring at me with such unadulterated hatred that it almost stings, for a moment. I know I’m only making things worse. It’s just that she makes it so fucking easy.
I head back to my room, in desperate need of relief. I’d rather get off with her, but the satisfaction of what happened a moment ago is enough to make using my hand worth it.
Or… I find my suit trousers from the night before, slipping the pair of Simone’s panties that I stole out of the pocket. With the taste of her still on my tongue and the scent of her fillingmy nostrils, I shrug off the robe and lean back against the door, groaning as I wrap the warm silk around my cock.
It can’t compare to her. But I close my eyes, remembering the way she felt around my fingers, her stubborn defiance, and the satisfaction of making her come despite herself, my climax building quickly as I stroke myself. I picture her atop me, my hands on her hips, keeping her pinned on my cock as she fights off a climax, her body arching as she loses control, her mouth open as she cries out my name?—
“Fuck!” I growl out the curse as my cock erupts, spurting cum into my wife’s panties as I cover the head with the silk, thrusting into the fabric as I soak them thoroughly.
With my mind a little clearer, I toss them into the laundry and go to take a shower, before getting ready for the day and heading back downstairs. Every part of me wants to go seek out Simone and finish what we started, but I resist the urge.
Breakfast is waiting for me in the smaller of the mansion’s two dining rooms, and Simone is nowhere to be seen. If I had to guess, I’d imagine that she probably had breakfast sent up to her room, in order to avoid me.Fine. As long as she doesn’t hide behind a locked door when I want her, she can avoid me as much as she wants.
Once I’m finished eating, I seek out the housekeeper, Nora, to give me a tour of the mansion. Truthfully, Simone should be the one doing this, but I actually want to get the lay of the house where I’m living now, and not spend the entire tour arguing. Nora is cool toward me, if still professional, which I can’t exactly blame her for. I’ve taken over the house she’s worked in for years, replaced the man that she’s probably spent most of her career working for, and forced Simone into marrying me.
Deep down, I can empathize with how Simone feels, too. But her blatant aggression toward me means that if I don’t show her who is in control, there will be nothing but chaos in the house.She has to accept her fate and come to terms with the future that’s in store for her, or this marriage will erupt into anarchy.
The housekeeper being cool toward me and my wife locking me out of her room are two very different things.
Nora suggests that I might want to take over Giovanni’s former office as my own, but I pick out a different room instead, one that has a view of the ocean. I ask her to find someone capable of picking out furnishings for it and having it ready for me by tomorrow morning, and she promises me that she’ll have it handled.
I take a tour of the estate grounds on my own, coming back with my jacket off and the sleeves rolled up, thanks to the fall heat. I can tell that I’m going to miss Boston’s weather for some time.
The rest of my day is filled with business. Later in the afternoon, I take a car to the Abramov estate to meet with Konstantin and my father, who are already settled in Konstantin’s expansive office when I arrive. I’m surprised to pass a small boy on my way through the mansion—a child who can’t be more than four, chasing a remote-control car through the marble hallway.
“I thought your first child hadn’t been born yet,” I remark wryly to Konstantin as I walk into the office, settling into a chair next to my father. He chuckles, shaking his head.
“That’s Damian’s stepson. He’s a handful, but I don’t mind it. Makes me look forward to when my own child is that age.” Konstantin smiles. “I’m sure you’ll have heirs of your own on the way, soon enough.”
“Soon enough,” I echo, though truthfully, I’m in no hurry. Right now, I’m far more interested in the process of getting Simone pregnant than actually having her carry my child, though the thought does send a jolt of possessive desire through me.
“Damian will join us later,” Konstantin says, shuffling through papers on his desk. “He has some insight into Giovanni’s later dealings. But in the meantime?—”
We get down to business—business that, on the surface, resembles the kind of work a Fortune 500 company does more than organized crime. Anyone listening in would be hard-pressed to know how much of what goes on under the surface is illegal… at least until we start discussing the parts of the drug and weapons trade that Giovanni had a hand in.
I’ve inherited quite the empire. It’s expansive and complicated, and I feel a moment of uncertainty, wondering if I’m equipped to run this. It’s more than I’ve ever taken on before. But my father wouldn’t have allowed it if he didn’t think I was capable, and I’m determined to rise to the challenge.
We discuss profit margins and territory boundaries, review security protocols, and expansion opportunities. By the time we take a short break, my head is spinning with numbers and logistics.
My father follows me out to the terrace outside of Konstantin’s office, where I step out for some air, and I can tell from his expression that he has something on his mind beyond business. I tense when I see the look on his face, bracing myself for an interrogation.
