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“I don’t want to talk about my brother,farfalla; I want my wife’s tight heat squeezing my dick,” I rasp against her ear, pulling on her nipples, causing her to squirm against me.
Gently biting the spot in between her neck and shoulder, I grip her hips and lift her, turning her to face me. Her hands instantly go to my shoulders, and I blindly direct my rock-hard cock to her entrance, and lower her down on me, her pussy sucking me in.
I groan, “Yeah, I definitely do not want to speak of my brother.”
She giggles, making me grin as I cup her cheek. Rubbing my thumb along it, I guide her face to me, and press my lips against hers. She instantly opens her mouth, and my tongue tangles with hers.
Yeah, I’m not too fucking upset about missing dinner tonight….
“Il mio ragazzo, I called because your mamma heard a rumor…” my father says, bringing me out of my head. “Apparently, your wife has been looking into leasing apartments.”
I go still, and deny, “No, if that were true, I would know. I have five fucking men on her daily.”
“I know. Like I said, it’s a rumor, and I thought you should know. At least this way, you can watch her and stop anything she plans on doing,” Papa says.
I scoff, “The woman is determined to fucking leave me. She’s trying her hardest to keep me out, and don’t fucking get me started on her parents. She’s cut them off, and they won’t shut up about.”
Papa huffs. “I know, they were around for business drinks last night. Mikhail is at his wit's end. Elena has blocked his number, along with Anastasia’s, who is hurt over it. Why, I don’t know, considering her actions toward her daughter. And then there’s Liliya, who’s been causing havoc since Maxim took over and cut her off. They're pissed she took Elena’s card and tried to use it, causing her arrest for fraud.”
I hum. “I'm not sure if El was hoping that would happen, but it cost Maxim a pretty penny to have the charges dropped, knowing I wouldn’t get involved. Apparently, he’s looking at marrying her off with a low-level Greek.”
Papa laughs. “I’d love to see that.”
I agree, “It would be funny, that’s for sure. The man who ends up with her will most likely fucking kill her within the first year.”
That is if I don’t first.
I’ve lost count of the number of fucking messages she sends me, including naked fucking pictures. It’s no wonder my wife thinks we’re having an affair.
Papa stays on the phone for ten more minutes, going through the business, and then offers to take over half my workload, before ensuring I was bringing El to dinner tomorrow night.
Elena won’t want to disappoint Mamma, so she’ll be there while still ignoring my sorry ass.
Hearing a giggle, I stand and go over to the window, only to smile when I see my wife sitting on the ground, and several of our guard dogs all showing her their affection.
I chuckle when Bruce, our German shepherd, and the meanest fucking dog we have, rolls onto his back for a rub.
“Fucking animals always get her attention,” I murmur with a hint of fondness as my office door opens.
“Fratello, I didn’t fucking train that dog to submit like that,” Antonio snaps, but he’s not fooling me. I don’t have to look at him to know he’s smiling.
“If it helps, he’s only like that with her,” I reply, my eyes softening as my wife gently grips the dog's head and kisses his nose. “Fuck me, how can someone as sweet as her be brought up around the mafia without turning into someone like Liliya?”
I’m fucking baffled, I really am, because my wife is so fucking pure, so innocent.
“Fuck if I know,fratello, but she needs protecting at all costs,” he replies, and I nod in agreement, not taking my eyes off the vision before me.
I’ll never let anything happen to her. Ever. Even if I have to fucking die.
Thirteen
Elena – Three Weeks Later
I tiltmy head and turn sideways, looking in the mirror.
My maxi dress flows a little, so I press it tight against my stomach, furrowing my brows.
“Elena, what on earth are you doing?” Holly, my friend since college—well, my onlyactualfriend—asks, and I look at her in the mirror.