Chapter 47 Chiara
Chiara
What the actual fuck am I doing? Coco looks at me like she thinks I’ve lost my mind. She’s right, I must have.
Kane is Angelo’s best friend. His right-hand man. The guy who kidnapped me from a shitty parking lot and stuck a needle in my neck. The sort of red flag man I need to kick in the nuts before running away fast.
Only I’m glued to the sofa with him between my legs. Sure, he’s on his knees like a submissive little slave, but we both know he has all the power here.
I can barely breathe because I’m so turned on. And he’s right. The lilac silk panties I’m wearing were a gift from Luka. He sent a gift box of underwear from Coco de Mer. Even I’ve heard of that brand, and I’m more of a Target girl these days.
It’s possible he’s a brand ambassador for them, but I doubt it.
The note in the box said he was looking forward to seeing me model each item.
I contemplated throwing the box into one of the many empty rooms in this mansion, seeing as how I haven’t seen the fucker since he left for Paris, but the scraps of lace and silk were just too pretty.
Not going to lie; pretty things make me happy.
Like Luka does when I’m not picturing him with other women.
But I refuse to think about him at the moment. Not while Kane is staring up at me with enough heat in his eyes to set fire to the whole damn kitchen.
When he tells me he’d prefer me without panties, it’s all I can do not to whimper. It’s like he’s unlocked a hidden submissive kink. I’m not usually submissive, but Kane makes the idea of being thrown around by a big, strong man super appealing.
“You’re going to do exactly as I tell you, kitten,” he says in his gruff, sexy voice.
“I’m not good at following orders,” I admit.
He snorts. “I know. But if you want me to make you feel better, do as you’re told, sweetheart.”
My panties burst into flames. Or they would do if they weren’t soaked.
Kane rubs his thumbs over the soft, sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs. Every gentle brush sends a shiver through me. The pain in my shoulders and back has already faded. I no longer care that we almost died earlier today or that I now have a target on my back.
None of that matters.
Kane hooks his fingers under the ribbons that hold my panties together.
“Lift,” he orders, and because I’m already conditioned to do as he tells me, I lift my bottom so he can tug the panties off. I watch as he balls them up and pushes them into his pocket.
“You better not steal all my panties,” I warn with narrowed eyes. I don’t have that many.
“Did I say you could speak?” The sharp edge of his voice turns me to stone. Does he want me to reply? I say nothing.
“Good girl.” A shudder of arousal heats my skin, and I bite my lip. When he looks down, he groans. “So fucking wet,” he murmurs to himself before swiping his tongue through my slick folds. I can barely contain my moans when he pushes a finger inside me, stretching me open.
A desperate plea for more hovers on my lips, but I dare not push him in case he stops what he’s doing. I have a feeling he’ll leave me hanging on the precipice as punishment if I speak without permission.
“Does that feel good?” He looks up at me, face shiny with my arousal.
I nod. “Good girl,” he repeats. “Now show me your tits.”
I tear my tee off with indecent haste, eager for more. If he doesn’t make me come soon, I swear on Angelo’s life I’ll gut the bastard.
“Such pretty tits,” he purrs before latching onto my right breast while torturing the left with his fingers. Each powerful suck of his mouth makes it harder to stay quiet, but I bite back my moans and whimpers.
“You’re doing so well keeping quiet, kitten, but I want to hear you come.” He pushes two and then three fingers inside me, and I moan when his thumb rubs my clit. “That’s my good girl,” he rumbles in satisfaction. When his mouth finds my breast again, I’m gone.
The scream I unleash is loud. So loud, I swear every fucking guard patrolling outside must have heard me. My dog leaps up from the rug where she’d dozed off and fills the kitchen with a volley of barks, which makes Kane chuckle as I come down from my high.
“Coco, be quiet!” I don’t want any of the guards bursting in to check on us.
“How’s your back and neck?” Kane wipes his mouth on my tee and gently tugs it over my head. I pull it down before yawning.
“Much better, thank you, doctor. Send your bill to my husband. I’ll make sure he pays it.”
He smirks at me and then stands. I try not to eyeball the massive bulge in his pants, which looks very uncomfortable.
“Come on, kitten. Let’s get you to bed. It’s late, and while I don’t expect you back in the gym for a few days, Angelo will be home soon.”
“Wouldn’t want him catching us, eh?” Knowing how pissed off he is about Luka makes me a little nervous at the thought of him finding out what Kane just did for me, but I don’t voice my thoughts. Kane’s an adult. I haven’t coerced him into anything, and besides, my marriage to Angelo is fake.
If I want to fuck other people, I will.
Kane’s more than capable of dealing with Angelo if shit hits the fan.
At least that’s what I tell myself when he carries me upstairs to my room with Coco trotting behind us. Felix is curled up in a tight ball at the bottom of the bed. He opens one eye when Kane tucks me in but doesn’t move. Coco hops onto the bed and crawls under the covers.
“Sweet dreams, kitten.” Kane brushes his lips across my mouth in a surprisingly gentle kiss, and then he’s gone, like a thief in the night.
I curl up on my side and stroke Coco’s soft fur as she nestles into my side. She’ll get too hot soon and move, but for now, it’s amazing having her back. I can’t thank Fina enough for finding her, even if it means there’s no way I can leave without her and Felix.
Angelo sits at the kitchen table eating toast and sipping coffee when I finally drag myself downstairs the following morning. Every bit of me aches, and I can barely move without wincing.
There is a small bottle of painkillers on the table with my name on it.
“My doctor prescribed these for you. Take them for the next few days until the pain eases.”
“Thanks.” I don’t have the energy to argue with him; the pain is too bad. He watches as I pop the cap and dry swallow two pills.
“Drink coffee. It will help the pills work faster.” I pray he’s right as he stands and makes me an espresso, adding some creamer and sugar.
Who is this man, and what’s he done with my grouchy husband? I debate asking him but then think better of it. Pissing off Angelo isn’t on my bingo card for today. I plan to lie by the pool and make the most of the sun while reading a trashy novel.
After yesterday, I’m not in the mood for much else.
There’s no sign of Kane, which is a relief. I’m not sure I can look him in the eye without blushing, and if I act weird, Angelo will notice.
There’s still no sign of Luka either. I’d ask Angelo, but I doubt he’d tell me anything. After he punched Luka, I have a feeling their relationship is on the outs.
“I’ll need you to accompany me tomorrow night,” Angelo says as he tucks his phone away and prepares to leave.
Going to a dumb social event is the last thing I feel like doing, and I groan loudly.
“I’m not well.”
“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to grin and bear it for a few hours.” He seems genuinely regretful, which surprises me. I guess he hasn’t viewed last night’s camera footage.
“Where are we going?”
“A gala event. I’d hoped to avoid it, but an important investor is in town, and I need to be there.”
“Can’t I be sick or something?” God knows it wouldn’t be a lie.
“No. As my wife, your presence is mandatory. It will look odd if you’re not there.”
How dumb does he think I am? He must have managed just fine while I was pulling pints for truckers and eating ramen noodles for a year.
“Whatever.” I’m not in the mood for an argument.
“Good. I’ll organize an outfit for you.”
“Can’t wait.” Angelo’s jaw tightens with irritation, and I wonder how long the ceasefire will last this time.