Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Instead of being startled by the harsh tone of his voice, I feel bad.
He glances away from me and takes a couple of breaths before looking at me again.
“I understand,” I whisper. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“I’m not used to being questioned.” When I nod, his hand slips around the back of my neck before he adds, “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want you to ask questions.”
“You’re very confusing,” I mutter.
The corner of his mouth lifts, instantly softening his features. “That’s why we’re getting to know each other.”
I nod and take another sip of my juice.
“Let’s talk about the state of your wardrobe.”
My eyebrows fly into my hairline.
“As my wife, you represent me, so I need you to get more clothes. The few items you have are not acceptable.” I feel his fingers brush against my skin, and it gives me goosebumps.
“And there’s no spending limit,” he adds. “I’m a wealthy man, and as my wife, what’s mine is yours.”
“Ahh…okay. I’ll take care of it as soon as possible,” I say to appease him. “Is there anything specific you want me to wear?”
He shakes his head. “Just make sure it’s not revealing.”
“Okay.”
He stares at me for a moment, then asks, “Why don’t you have a job?”
Feeling embarrassed, I lower my eyes to the bottle in my hands as I swipe my thumb repeatedly over the label. “I wasn’t allowed to work. I’ll start looking for one tomorrow.”
“That’s not what I meant.” He lets out a breath, then explains, “I was just wondering whether you wanted to work or stay at home. I’m just giving you the option, but I’d like it if you stayed home and took care of the household.” The corner of his mouth lifts. “And after tasting your food, I’d appreciate a cooked meal from you every now and then.”
A smile spreads over my face. “What are your favorite dishes?”
He thinks for a moment, then answers, “I can’t think of anything specific.”
When he’s quiet for a long while, I peek up at him and find his gaze still locked on me.
His hand lowers to my cardigan, and he tugs at the fabric. “You don’t have to cover the bruises when you’re with me.”
I set the bottle down on the coffee table and quickly shrug the cardigan off before getting comfortable again.
Angelo looks so relaxed I’m starting to forget he’s a mafia boss and begin to see the man beneath all the violence.
He places his hand on my thigh and gives me a squeeze before asking, “How do you feel today?”
“Just a little tender.”
Angelo’s eyes lower to my mouth. “How long do you think it will take before I’m allowed to kiss you?”
I let out an awkward-sounding chuckle. “I don’t know.”
Suddenly, he grabs hold of me and pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him. He lifts his hands and frames my face.
“Then I’ll just have to improvise.”
He closes the distance between us, and when I feel his jaw brush against my cheek, tingles erupt in my stomach. He blows air over my skin, making goosebumps spread over my arms, and my eyes fall shut.
His hand lowers to my arm as he lets out a chuckle so close to my ear I feel the vibrations in the air.
Dear God.
Slowly, with his skin grazing mine, he turns his head until I feel his lips brush dangerously close to my mouth. I feel him hardening beneath my butt, and flashes of the passion we shared last night flit through my mind.
I’m overwhelmed with sensations, and a kaleidoscope of butterflies erupts in my stomach, making a quivering breath flutter over my lips.
Holy crap, this is intense and intimate, and he’s barely touching me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls softly, and I almost let out a moan. “So fucking innocent.” Again, his jaw brushes against mine, the day-old stubble scraping my skin.
It’s unlike anything I’ve felt before, and my body starts to tremble with anticipation and need.
“Mine,” he groans, his tone filled with the promise of sex and pleasure.
God.
Again, I feel his lips dangerously close to my mouth, and I experience a strong urge to turn my face to his.
When I open my eyes, it’s to see hunger tightening his features.
God, he’s so attractive.
It’s only then I realize he’s actually managed to get me to relax so much that I feel desire for him.
Chapter 20
Angelo
I brush my fingers through Vittoria’s curls while I enjoy every second of the moment we’re sharing.
With the desire burning in her eyes, she looks like a fucking siren.
Keeping my tone soft, I say, “Tell me about your childhood.”
Her hands slide from my shoulders down my chest until they settle against my abs.
My cock jerks from her touch. I take hold of her shirt and tug the fabric over her head. My palms find her breasts, and I knead them through the thin fabric of her bra.