Page 62 of Corrupted Heir (Mafia Kings: Corrupted 1)

Even two days ago, I never would have thought we’d be here, limbs entwined, in some sort of truce that I was hopeful would hold.

I stretched against him, casting off the last vestiges of sleep, and right away, excitement began thrumming through my veins.

The wedding was over. The contract had been signed, and the man who’d handed me up to Tony was dead. There was no more reason for Dominic to keep me locked up in his apartment. I couldn’t get out of the deal, and he’d taught me how to protect myself. Corinne, my clinic… I could finally have my life back, or at least some modified version of it.

The urge to drift back to sleep was gone. I shifted against Dominic, too excited to keep still.

“Good morning,limone,” Dominic said sleepily, pressing me tighter against his chest. “If you squirm any more, I’m going to have to tie you up.”

He caught my wrists together in his hand and rolled us until I was trapped beneath him with my hands over my head. I could feel the length of him growing harder against my thigh.

“Then I guess I’m just going to have to keep squirming,” I said, wriggling beneath him.

He growled playfully and nipped at my neck.

“Dominic, wait,” I said before I lost all thought to the arousal that was coursing through my veins.

He kept his lips against my flesh but stopped moving.

“Would you mind telling me what I’m waiting for,limone?” he asked. “Because I’d much rather keep going.”

“I just wanted to talk to you about going back to work. I’d like to—”

“No,” he said, leaning up just enough to look at me.

“What do you mean ‘no’?” I yanked my wrists out of his grasp and wriggled in earnest now, trying to buck him off me.

He relented and rolled off me, propping himself up on one elbow so that his perfectly chiseled chest was right in front of my eyes. I looked away, not wanting his perfection to distract me.

“We’re married now. You got what you wanted. Why the hell can’t I go back to work?”

“It’s not safe, and because I said so, Fallon,” he said with a one-shoulder shrug.

I sat up, dragging the sheets with me. It pissed me off that he could be so damn cavalier about it.

“Being a veterinarian is a big part of who I am. And I miss Corinne. You can’t keep me locked in your apartment forever.” I stood up, taking the sheets with me and leaving his naked body uncovered. He didn’t seem the least bit uncomfortable, but with a body like that, who could blame him? I couldn’t keep my eyes from grazing over every inch of him, stopping too long on the very prominent part of him protruding proudly between his legs.

I could feel the cocky grin he was wearing without looking, but it changed nothing. He might have been built like a god, but he was acting like an ass.

“I want to go back to work,” I said, stating it as plainly as I could.

“What you want is irrelevant. Your job will have to wait.”

“My job? It’s not just a fucking job, Dominic. It’s my career; it’s what I spent years of my life working toward and building up and growing every day. You can’t just rip that away from me, goddamn it.”

For fuck’s sake, I was a grown woman in the twenty-first century. There was no way in hell I should have needed to ask my husband for permission to work.

“I can, and I am. You’ll remain here until I say otherwise,” he said, sitting up and swinging his legs over his side of the bed. I watched the play of muscles across his back as he rolled his shoulders and stretched his neck, completely unperturbed.

“I have a gun now. And you saw that I could shoot. If you don’t let me go back to work, then we both know damn well it has nothing to do with my ‘safety’ and everything to do with you being a controlling bastard,” I said, losing what cool I had left.

Dominic sighed. “Call me whatever you want, Fallon. I’ve made my decision, and you’ll live with it.” He spoke in that low, clear voice that sent a cold shiver down my spine.

He stood up. It seemed like he was towering over me even though he was on the other side of the bed. My survival instincts were screaming at me to let this go.

“This isn’t your call to make. It’s mine,” I said because I knew I was losing the battle. I hadn’t known Dominic long, but long enough to know he didn’t vacillate. He wasn’t wishy-washy. And he always did what he knew needed to be done.

“It’s my call because you haven’t lived in my world long enough to know what you’re saying, Fallon.”

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