Page 49 of His Wife

“Oh, come on.” He leans back and stretches his arm across the back edge. “I remember a time when you were always eager to share.”

“And that’s all in the past now.”

“Is it?” He narrows his eyes at me. “Is it really?”

I smirk. “Pry all you want, Nicoli. I’m not telling you shit about the sex between my wife and me.”

“My wife and me? Jesus.” He grins like an idiot. “Listen to you, speaking the language of a married man. I still remember the night you told us Dad was forcing you to take a wife, something you were extremely pissed off about. You remember that night? The night you had that girl fuck me while she still had your cum in her mouth.” He moans appreciatively. “Good times.”

“Stop.”

“If someone had told me that night you’d be sitting here today with your dick in a twist over some woman, I would have called bullshit.”

Him and me both. I didn’t go into this marriage thinking it would end up being anything other than a major inconvenience. The day I watched Leandra walk down the aisle, I hated the idea of being married to her. I hated what she represented—a life where others made the decisions for me. I resented my dad for forcing my hand, for threatening my position in this family. And now look at me. I went from a billionaire playboy who fucked for selfish pleasure to a husband who loved nothing more than to look at his wife’s face while she comes all over his dick. I went from looking forward to the day Leandra left and I’m finally free of her to reaching new lows on my already questionable moral compass in order to have her stay. She says she loves me, that she doesn’t want to leave, but I’m not a man who leaves anything to chance.

“What is it?” Nicoli eyes me with curiosity. “What are you not telling me?”

“Nothing.” I clear my throat. “I’m just thinking about how fast things can change.”

“My twin telepathy is going apeshit right now. You’re up to something.”

I smirk, taking a sip of whiskey. “Maybe your twin telepathy is broken.”

“Brother, there are two things of mine that are never, ever broken. My twin telepathy, and my dick.”

“Then maybe I’m broken.”

He snickers. “No, you’re not. You’re just in love with a girl. I gotta say, brother,” he continues, “out of the four of us, I didn’t think you’d be the first to get tamed.”

“You and me both. I always thought you’d be the first to cave.”

“What? Who? Me?” He acts all surprised.

“I was sure you’d come to your senses sooner rather than later.”

He shifts in his seat. “Please tell me you’re not referring to—”

“I am.” I keep his gaze, challenging him to deny what everyone in this house already knows. “It’s only a matter of time—”

“How’re Gian and Saint doing?”

I smile at my small victory, getting Nicoli to stop prying and being an ass about my relationship with Leandra. “They’re good.”

“Is that redhead still—”

“Daniela—”

“Yes, her. Is she still hot as fuck?”

I shake my head in disbelief. “You know Gian will cut out your tongue and shove it up your ass if he hears you say that?”

“Hey, just saying it as it is. That wife of his…goddamn.” Nicoli sucks air through his teeth. “Can you imagine her on her knees, staring up at you with those gorgeous, mismatched eyes, your cock stuffed in her mouth?”

“I swear to God, if Gian wants your head on a stick one day, I ain’t saving you.” I slam back the rest of my whiskey and stand to pour myself another one.

“Talking about wanting other men’s wives,” Nicoli taunts, “Isaia hasn’t been home.”

I turn to face my twin. “Where’s he been?”

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