Page 37 of Of Murder and Matrimony

I pulled back, working the button and zipper on my pants until I freed my throbbing erection. She fucking moaned as I worked the head through her silky arousal, grazing into her clit repeatedly. Fisting my shaft, I positioned myself at her opening, teasing her by only thrusting enough to give her an inch or so. It didn’t take long for her to turn into a whimpering, begging mess under me.

“My disobedient wife.” I held her hips, stilling her when she tried to buck back into me and force me inside. “Ask me nicely, and I might let you come all over my cock.”

Olesya was silent for a long moment, her entire body trembling as she warred with her pride and desire. Finally, she whispered sweet surrender. “Please, Dante. Fuck me.”

I impaled her, groaning as she screamed out, her pussy stretching around my cock and nearly strangling me. She was paradise and hell in one. But this wasn’t supposed to be a reward. I snapped my hips forward almost violently, pounding into her soft center as she lay helpless beneath me.

Spanking Olesya had me so keyed up that it only took a couple of minutes for my balls to tighten, each flutter of her pussy massaging my shaft. All those profanities turned to pleas for relief, for release. I slapped her ass again, making her squeal.

“You’re so fucking close,” I grunted, digging my fingers into her hips and lifting them to get a better angle against her g-spot. “I can feel you getting tighter around my cock. Do you want to come for me, wife?”

“Yes,” Olesya moaned through clenched teeth. I reached forward and brushed her golden hair from her face.

“Look at me,” I demanded, gripping her hips again.

Those piercing blue eyes focused on me, and I was a goner. I fucked my anger, resentment, and desperation into her wet heat, coming with a roar, my cock pulsing hard and filling her. I pulled out and tucked myself away, watching my seed leak out.

Unacceptable.

I swiped it up with two fingers and shoved it back inside. Olesya buried her face in the white covers and moaned, pressing back against my digits, trying to reach her orgasm. The walls of her pussy fluttered.

“Beg.” I stroked against her G-spot as I released her wrists with my other hand. “Tell me how much you want me to make you come.”

“Please, Dante.” She looked back at me, and I grinned at the almost pained look on her face as I held her at the precipice. “Make me come.”

I curled my fingers, and just as Olesya gasped, I pulled my hand away, leaving her bereft and unable to reach orgasm. It took a moment for her to register that I wouldn’t continue.

She let out a frustrated cry, and her jaw dropped as I put my belt back on and smirked. “Did you really think I’d let my naughty little wife have her pleasure after she embarrassed me?”

“Dante, no. Please don’t do this.”

“Next time, think about your actions.” I shot her a quelling look when she opened her mouth, and her lips pressed into a thin line. Maybe I should have been worried about my lack of sympathy. My twisted thoughts quirked one side of my mouth up. “Don’t you dare make yourself come, Olesya. No fingers inside. Not a stroke of that needy little clit. Not a single touch. I’ll know.”

On impulse, I grabbed her torn nightgown. I spun away, turned the lock, and slipped through the frame, letting the soft snick of the door fill the silence of her room. It only took her a few seconds to recover before her screech filled the hall. Diego lifted a brow, but I shook my head, wordlessly ordering him to stay where he was.

“Dante!” Olesya screamed. “I want my fucking clothes!”

My chest rumbled, and my laughter echoed off the walls as I returned to my room, leaving my poor wife unsatisfied. She would have to learn that everything she had was due to my benevolence.

I stripped out of my suit because Olesya had stained it with her flooded pussy. While I stood inhaling her scent on her nightgown, my phone vibrated. I glanced at where the device sat on my nightstand and picked it up when I saw my brother’s name.

“Cos,” I answered.

“You need to get down here,” Cosimo snapped, tension thick in his voice.

All the thrill of making Olesya submit faded, and my chest tightened. “Where? What’s going on?”

“Flex. Flagship location,” he responded curtly. “Adrik sent us confirmation that he received our message.”

Before I could ask for clarification, the line went dead. Cursing, I padded over to the bathroom to clean myself up and fix my hair, then pulled out another black suit. I slipped into the façade and shoved everything but the mafioso deep inside.

When I trotted down the stairs to the front door, my men stood ready. My phone stayed silent for the duration of the ride to Romeo’s gym. Filippo dropped Stefano and me off at the front door while he went to find a parking spot. A closure notice was taped to the front door.

Inside, Romeo stood waiting with his arms crossed over his chest. With his sweat-soaked t-shirt and matching grey sweatpants, it appeared his workout had been interrupted.

“Follow me,” he said brusquely, leading me through the door and across the empty gym floor. The only light came from the windows high on the gym walls.

“Awfully quiet today,” I observed. “And dark.”

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