His Tesoro: An Arranged Marriage Age Gap Mafia Romance (Empire of Royals Book 1) -
His Tesoro: Chapter 44
“You ready to go into the office in a few minutes?” I kissed the top of Sofiya’s head as I passed her in the kitchen on the way to get coffee.
“I already made you a cup,” she said, gesturing at the mug in front of her.
My lips quirked. “What is this, tesoro?”
“A caramel latte.”
“In a golden retriever mug?” The cup had small golden retrievers around it, all wearing absurd outfits.
She looked down at where the dog was resting by her feet. “We should go shopping for some outfits for Noodle.”
I grimaced, knowing I couldn’t refuse her but dreading Romeo’s face when he saw the dog in a fucking rain jacket or whatever Sofiya had in mind.
“Speaking of shopping—I thought I told you to use your credit card.”
“I did!”
I pulled out my phone and read out the credit card transactions—an order for lunch delivery and a clear phone case.
“See, I used it.”
“You spent seventy dollars.”
She bit her lip, looking unsure, like she really thought I was angry with her. I sighed and rounded the island so I could pull her close to my chest. “Baby, I need you to spend at least fifty thousand a month. Preferably closer to a hundred thousand. If you don’t, it looks like I’m not providing for you as your husband, as Don. Do you understand?”
“I think I’ll need a few more pastries,” she whispered.
I laughed and she pulled away quickly, as if trying to catch the smile on my face. I just arched an eyebrow at her and she cuddled back into my chest.
“It’s hard to spend money when I can’t leave the apartment.”
I pressed a kiss to the top of her head, hating that I was failing her. She wouldn’t be safe until I destroyed the Albanian threat. “It’s temporary, tesoro. I promise.” The only benefit was having an excuse to keep her with me at all times. “We have work to do this morning.” I pulled away enough so I could grab my latte, taking a sip even though I hated to ruin the little heart she’d made with the foam.
“Lots of important Mafia business?”
I threaded my hand through her hair, using my tight grip to tilt her head back. “Cheeky. But yes, lots of important Mafia business to do. But even more important, we need to continue your training.”
Her lips parted with the slightest whimper. I couldn’t stop a wide grin from spreading across my face.
Her lip stuck out in a pout. “I don’t need training.”
“You definitely do. But don’t worry, I’ll help you become a good, obedient wife.”
Her eyes flashed with fire and arousal. She liked me toying with her, degrading her.
We headed down to the office. My cock was already growing hard. This might be Sofiya’s training time, but my cock was so conditioned that I couldn’t ride the elevator without getting an erection.
“I think I’m getting the hang of this Mafia business. Maybe you should make me CEO,” Sofiya said, bouncing lightly on my cock.
“CEO of Mafia business?” I asked dryly.
“Yeah.” Sofiya clenched around my cock, and an involuntary grunt left my lips. I brought my hand up to collar her throat as my lips skated down the side of her face. “And what will I do if you’re CEO?”
“Hmm,” she said, drumming her fingers against the desk. “You can be my assistant. That way, you’ll have to obey me.”
My lips quirked at the reminder of her little rebellion at our wedding, followed by a tight feeling in my chest at the reminder of how the day was nothing like she deserved.
“Do you want a honeymoon?” I blurted out.
She twisted around, trying to see my face, but the movement caused both of us to moan at the change of position. Sofiya squirmed against me, trying to get some friction. It took everything in me to hold her hips firm. This was torture for both of us, but the feeling of having her completely at my mercy was too heady to give up so soon.
“Would you want to go on one… with me?”
I huffed. “I certainly don’t want to go with someone else.”
“Yeah,” she said, a soft smile playing on her lips. “I would like that.”
She had no idea how wrapped around her finger I was. The feeling was equally exhilarating and terrifying.
I went through more emails, savoring her little whimpers.
“Wait, stop,” she said abruptly. “What’s that?”
She pointed at the email I was reading, confirming my plan was underway.
“Hmm?” I said, feigning ignorance.
She turned to me, wearing a stern expression. “Why does this email say you’ve successfully seized Yuri Kozlov’s assets?”
I shrugged. “Just part of Mafia business.”
“It’s part of regular Mafia business to seize the assets of the man who took my virginity?”
My jaw clenched at the reminder that this man had been inside her, and I tightened my hold, trying to press even deeper inside her.
“Yes.” I cocked an eyebrow, daring her to protest.
She turned back to the email and read the rest. “You donated the money to a charity that provides mobility aids?”
I nuzzled into her neck, breathing in her sweetness. I’d wanted to do more. I’d toyed with having Kozlov killed, of going to Chicago and doing it myself. But killing him would jeopardize the alliance.
So I settled for anonymously taking his money.
His house.
Sending his wife evidence of his affair.
And if he’d happened to get mugged on the way home last night? Well, things happened in large cities all the time.
Sofiya remained silent and I wondered if I had upset her by my actions. Surely she didn’t care about Kozlov? Didn’t feel some sense of loyalty to him? Before my anger could build, Sofiya grasped my hand.
“Fuck me.”
“What?”
“I need you to fuck me, husband.”
I gripped her chin, turning her face toward me. Her pupils were wide, lips parted.
A slow grin spread across my face. My little wife was turned on by my actions.
“Hold on, tesoro. I’m going to make sure you feel me for the rest of the day. And the moment the feel of my cock fades from your pretty little cunt, I’ll be back inside you. You will never doubt who you belong to.”
“Yes,” she gasped as I thrust inside her, hard.
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