Chapter 10
Ten
Dante
I slam the door shut, run a hand through my hair and pin my wife with a stare. I’d like to pin her with something else against the door, but she’s fuming, and that rage that’s focused on me is fucking hot.
Space isn’t a bad idea right about now, or else I’ll ravish her, and she might bite off my head—something no man ever wants to experience.
“I can’t believe you!” Nikki scowls at me, coming head-to-head, although she’s technically quite a bit shorter than I am. She stares up at me, her eyes wild, and I swear there’s steam emanating off her body.
The heat makes my pulse quicken, as does the desire in her eyes.
Her anger always betrays her body, making her lust for me.
I know every inch of Nikki. I’ve had every taste of flesh, inch by inch.
She’s mine.
Even her anger is mine.
We’re not so different.
Nikki was brought up by a father who ran an opposing mafia organization. He’s dead now. Can’t say I’m sad of that fact. He was a monster who sold his own daughter to me.
“Quit staring at me like that.” Nikki smacks my chest with her hand and pushes me backward. “You look like you want to pounce on me. You should be mad too!”
I take a calming breath. Not that it does much. “Mad about what?” I tilt my head slightly, staring at her with incredulous eyes.
Of course, I’m angry, reeling inside.
Luca and Harper are clearly at odds with each other. Throwing them together to wed so quickly may not have been the best idea.
Nikki wanted a swift wedding.
I just wanted Luca working for me.
A wedding was an added little bonus, because Harper is clearly fertile, and I’d like to see my son with an heir before I die.
“He despises her!” Nikki pulls away from me, pacing the length of my office. “I thought a February wedding would cut through the heartache and make them realize they still have feelings for each other.”
“It’s been a week, kitten.”
Nikki’s gaze tightens when I use the nickname that I’d given her years ago. Most times, she likes it, but right now isn’t one of those moments.
It seems I’ve angered my little kitten.
“Did they even share a bedroom last night?” Nikki asks.
“He carried her to bed sometime in the middle of the night. Cameras caught the interaction outside the bedroom.”
One of my men informed me this morning of the news.
“That’s—something,” she whispers and stops pacing. “Maybe there is still hope for them.”
“There’s always hope. Don’t give up. They just need more time to rekindle the romance. I could send them on a honeymoon.”
Nikki holds up a hand. “Let’s save that for their first-year anniversary gift, when they trust us with Zeke.”
“Assuming they make it a year,” I grumble. While our family doesn’t condone divorce, they could easily live two separate lives. I don’t, however, want my son considering that as an option.
“I’m trying. I had the room redone for Zeke and a playroom set up on the main floor.” Nikki glares at me. “What have you done?”
“I paid for that damn wedding.” I’m still bitter that Harper ran off, leaving my boy humiliated.
Revenge boils in my blood.
Betraying the mafia comes at a cost, a steep price that she’ll be forced to pay.
When the time comes, I will make her pay.
Or better yet, my son will take on the cost.
Nikki perches herself at the edge of my desk and scoots back, sitting on the wood, her legs dangling off the side.
Heat builds within me, seeing her on my desk.
I stalk toward her, blocking her escape, my legs between hers, spreading her legs farther apart.
A sly smile reaches her face, like she planned this all along.
My kitten.
She grabs my tie and yanks me lower, her lips teasing me but not kissing me, yet.
I’ll make her want to kiss me.
Nikki’s mouth parts, and she stares up at me with a heated gaze, one hand on my tie, the other on my cheek as she grazes my stubble. “I want you to fuck me like you used to, when you hated me.”
I can’t help but smile. “I never hated you, not even for a moment.”
“Even when I was pregnant and trying to escape?” she asks. Leaning back on the desk, her movements drag me closer against her.
My hands firmly plant against the wooden grain, pinning her down.
“Those were the moments I loved you a thousand times more, because I knew you wouldn’t make it ten feet from me. I’d never let you run. And if you did escape, I’d have hunted you down, brought you and our baby home.”
She kisses me, her tongue wild and her body free. Her arms clawing at me like the kitten she is, her legs wrap around my hips as her mouth is fused on mine.
Fuck, her fervor is hot.
She grinds her hips upward against my groin, and I inhale sharply, pulling apart from the kiss.
I want to kiss her, taste her, devour every inch of her. My mouth descends on her neck, dropping heated kisses while gasping for air.
After all these years together, she still knows how to set me on fire.
My fingers work the buttons on her shirt, pushing the material off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.
A trail of kisses across her collarbone makes her moan as I move lower. I unclasp her bra, kissing her shoulders as the straps glide down and the material tumbles to the floor.
She sighs ever so softly, and my lips move back to her chest, one hand cupping and teasing her breast, the other gently teasing her waistband as my fingers deftly move toward the button.
“You always do this,” she mumbles. Her fingers tangle in my hair, and I pause with my lips just over a nipple.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She groans and shakes her head no. “I’m going to need confirmation, kitten.” I always like hearing her talk during sex. Every word and sensual sound revs me up inside.
“If you stop, I’ll kill you myself.” There’s a slight growl in her voice, and I swear my heart quickens.
“I didn’t know anyone else was in the room to murder me.” I chuckle, and she snarls at me.
“Kitten, you keep doing that and I’m going to make this really fucking quick.”
My cock twitches.
She undeniably has me wrapped around her finger. Not that I’d ever admit such a thing. It would make me look weak.
“Quick isn’t bad, as long as you’re inside of me.” She pushes me back slightly and moves her hands to her pants. She unclasps the button and then wriggles her hips, freeing herself of her pants and her panties in one swift motion.
I undo my belt buckle and work my pants free, letting them hit the floor.
“Did you lock the office door?” Nikki asks, glancing past me.
I don’t fucking remember.
“Yes.”
I’m not about to stop what I’m doing right now to check. And my men know better than to barge in unannounced. Especially when I’m fucking my wife.
Her screams will be indicator enough to back the fuck off and keep out.
My fingers tease her entrance. Already, she’s slick, her legs spread wide for me, and she’s a heavenly sight.
I glide two fingers in, her wetness coating me as she gyrates her hips and lets her head fall back. Her back arches, and she clenches onto my fingers.
“Are you trying to come without me?” I stare at her, and a wicked smirk crosses her features as I curl my fingers the way she absolutely adores.
“You feel so fucking good when you do that.” Her breath catches in her throat, and her breathing quickens.
I lean down, licking her pussy juices as I withdraw my fingers and she whimpers in protest.
“I want your cock in me.”
Her words are like honey to a bear, and I’m ready to pounce and take what’s rightfully mine. “Say it.”
“Fuck me. I need you to fuck me,” she whispers through heavy-lidded eyes.
“Beg me.”
“Fuck, Dante.” Nikki is at the precipice and I’m the one making her teeter on the edge.
“That’s not begging, kitten.”
Her voice comes out desperate, and her fingernails claw at my chest, reaching for my cock. “Please, fuck me.”
A smirk reaches my lips as I stroke my cock, teasing her entrance, letting her slick juices coat my head. I smack her with the head against her pussy a few times and her hips buck.
“You’re going to fucking kill me if you make me wait any longer.” She’s impatient, and I dare admit I like her neediness when it comes to craving me.
“I would never want to harm you,” I rasp and slowly glide my cock into her warmth.
She spreads her legs wider, her back arching as I fill her body and she wraps her legs around me, taking every inch of me, pulling me tighter and deeper.
“Fucking about time,” she mutters and smacks my ass.
I chuckle and glide one arm beneath her at her back, and the other stays tangled in her hair, taking a fistful as I carry all the control.
I tug gently, just enough to let her know I’m in charge, and she whimpers and moans.
Her sounds drive me absolutely wild.
Each gasp of breath turns me on even further.
Her cheeks flame, and her body claws at me. Fingernails scraping my ass, climbing up my back, pulling me against her as I try to take command.
Fuck.
Her hips move against mine, and the feeling is absolutely glorious as her insides tighten around my cock, twitching and spasming.
“Don’t you dare fucking come yet,” I growl.
Nikki whimpers, and the pulsating ceases momentarily as she raises up and bites my neck, leaving a mark on my skin.
“Fuck.”
In all the years we’ve been together, she’s never purposely bitten me.
The feeling makes me thrust harder, faster, crave even more of her if that’s possible.
I’m inside of her, and I still want more.
I have her heart, her body, and yet the craving overpowers me.
My hands find hers, pinning her down against the desk, my mouth covering hers, pushing my tongue inside, past her lips.
Her hips keep a steady tempo, thrusting up into me, and mine keep the pace, fucking her wildly, with abandon.
The moan rips through her body, coursing at lightning speed as her pussy spasms around my cock.
It is the most amazing feeling, and this time I don’t stop her.
“Come for me, kitten,” I rasp into her ear before covering her mouth with mine again.
Her tongue is searching for mine, her fingers clenching my hand as I keep her pressed firmly against the wooden desk, and her body curls around me.
The feel of her insides spasming and her moans send me reeling.
I’m right there with her, thrown over the abyss, falling into oblivion, moaning and chanting her name as the heat overwhelms me and I finally let go.
Gasping for air, my heart pounding against my chest, I slowly loosen my grip on her hands and move off her.
Nikki slowly begins to sit up, but I guide her back down. “No, kitten. Lie just like that.” I grab her shirt and offer it as a pillow for her head.
I spread her legs, smiling at the sight of my seed dripping out of her pussy.
She laughs and glares at me. “We’re not having another baby,” she playfully huffs and sits up, shoving me aside.
I’ve contemplated fucking with her birth control pills, throwing them down the toilet to ensure I put a baby in her, but she’s right.
Now isn’t the time. I’m enjoying the fact that I get Nikki to myself.
Selfish?
Probably, but I love not sharing her with anyone else.
“About our first baby—”
“Luca isn’t a baby anymore. He’s not even a child,” Nikki says, correcting me.
I roll my eyes at her. “Obviously, kitten, or he wouldn’t be working for me. Speaking of which, I know how to make him more invested in the job.”
She exhales heavily through her nose, her eyes tightening. “Whatever you’re planning, I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“I always know what I’m doing,” I say smugly.
She smacks my arm and climbs off the desk, redressing. “Just don’t let him get hurt.”
I grab my pants and get my clothes looking back to normal, reasonably enough.
“Yes, that’s my plan, hurt my son,” I mock, and she grabs my arm, her little hand pinching the hell out of my muscle. I pretend it doesn’t hurt, but fuck, she’s got a strong grip on me.
“I will end you if you so much as hurt a hair on his head.”
Nikki’s always been tough, probably because Gino raised her himself.
“Relax, kitten. Luca isn’t a baby anymore. You said it yourself. He can handle the job.”
She sighs heavily and releases her grip on my arm. “Don’t go screwing this up with him.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” My words are a complete truth. There’s no reason to lie to my wife.
I have no intention of harming Luca; I want him invested in my business. I want him begging to take over the mafia when I’m too old or dead to carry out orders myself.
I just need him to want it, and right now, I know it’s the farthest thought on his mind.