Page 42 of Stolen Bride
“You certainly did.” I want to spank that ass of hers.
“Yeah, I did. Bend over,” I snarl, tossing her onto the same seat I had her on the first time she came into the club.
“Why?” she asks, but I push her shoulders down and she’s forced onto all fours.
“Don’t fucking argue with me. Don’t question me, Stella. You are my wife, and you come in here while I’m working,distracting me with your pussy practically on display for all the guys in the club to see.” I run my finger over her slit that’s already wet. She might be putting up an attitude, but her little cunt is soaked with need.
“You’re mine, and showing off this cunt isn’t smart because I’ll fucking kill every little dick out there for trying to touch you. Do you understand me?”
“I’m only yours for a little while longer.”
“Until we’re done, you’re mine,” I snapped, spanking her ass. She cries out.
“Go ahead, Angel. No one can hear your cries up here. Pop that ass back and take your spanking.” Her reddened cheeks stiffen my dick to pure stone, so I free my cock before I come in my pants. I line my tip at her sopping wet hole and push my way in as I fist her hair.
“Damiano,” she screams as I bottom out inside her tight cunt.
“That’s right. Say my name. Shout that motherfucker as I fuck this tight hole. I own this pussy, Stella.” I grab the front of her dress and tug down the material, holding her massive breasts in my palms. If I wasn’t so fucking possessive about people seeing her naked, I’d put her tits on the glass. Fuck, I’m so damn close.
“I love the way you take this big dick. Your wet hole is so tight around me, begging for it.”
“Yes, Dame.”
“Come, Stella. Come.” My thumb reaches down and presses her clit, and she squirts on the leather. Fuck, that sends me over the edge and I fill her up, shooting deep inside her. I pull out and she scrambles to adjust herself, face flush.She’s toosexy to stay at the club tonight. Everything about her screams delectable, including the just-been-smashed look. I can’t keep her by my side since I have business to handle, so my temper grows.
As she fixes herself, I stare, wanting another round, but there are things to do so I lead her back to my office where I take a spare suit blazer from my coat closet and cover her body. I say, “Now it’s time for you to go home.”
“Are you serious?” she hisses.
“Of course I am.” I adjust my suit and then summon Adriano. “Take Mrs. Valentino home and make sure that she doesn’t leave the estate. I have matters to attend to.” There’s still the mess we made on the seats, which I’ll personally clean up because I don’t want anyone touching my wife’s release.
“Forgive me for forgetting my place, Mr. Valentino.” She follows Adriano out of the club, and I know I screwed up, but what could I do? Business has to carry on.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Stella
Damiano never came home last night. I was given a message by the housekeeper, of all people, that said the boss had important business and wouldn’t be back for a couple of days. Interesting. None of my usual guards were there, but I still managed to sneak out to my in-laws’ the next day because I had to get away. After what happened, I have a feeling everything is coming to an end. An end I don’t want to face head on.
“It’s nice to have you over, but it’s clear you don’t want to be here.” Gracie can read how miserable I am, even though I’ve tried to keep a smile on my face.
“No, it’s not that, Gracie. You’re wonderful and perfect. It’s just—”
“My brother is an asshole.” Her face hardens, and she clenches her fists at her sides. When she’s angry, she’s like an adorable kitten.
“Girl, I thought he’d be my saving grace, but…” I break down crying, my heart tearing to pieces. “I’m nothing but his toy that he’s waiting to dispose of.”
“He cares about you,” she says.
“Not enough, and not in the right way. This marriage is temporary and only until he finds my stepfather, but we don’t even know if he’s alive or where he’s hiding. It could be days, or years. Then, he’s going to end it like he promised before he sent me home from the club yesterday. I can’t deal with it anymore. I deserve better.”
She cradles me in her arms and whispers in my ear, “You do, you do.” We sit like that for a moment when she says, “How about I help you escape?”
I pull away and stare at her, wondering if she’s playing some game with me. “You would do that?”
She stands and paces. “He may be my brother, but you’re also my sister, and he doesn’t realize what he’s losing. Maybe it will teach him a lesson in love.”
I can only hope, but the man is set in his ways. “How can we do this?”