Sunrise Malice: An Arranged Marriage Mafia Romance
Sunrise Malice: Chapter 30

I replace my wife curled up on the couch. She’s awake, but I can tell something bad happened by the way she flinches when I sit down next to her.

“You smell like smoke,” she says, watching me from her end of the couch.

“And you look like something bad happened.”

She flinches and stares down at the floor. “It’s nothing. Honestly, I’m fine.”

“Tell me.”

I can barely restrain my anger as she goes through the story. First Henri gives her shit, and then Grandpère does his creepy psychopath act on her. Now she’s so freaked, she’s trembling.

“I’m going to kill Henri,” I say, turning to the door. I’m boiling with rage. How dare he try to put his hands on my wife? How dare he talk to her like that? I’m proud of Brianne for fighting the asshole off, but it never should have been necessary to begin with.

I’m going to replace him and put a fucking bullet in his head.

“No, wait.” She gets up and comes after me. “I think that’s what they want you to do.”

I growl at her and storm to the door. “He will never get anywhere near you again, I can promise you that.”

“Julien, stop.” Her tone’s sharp and that’s the only reason I don’t go storming out into the hall. “Listen to me. I think they’re just trying to rile you up.”

“Then it’s fucking working.”

“Don’t give them what they want. If you go out there and start something with Henri, it’ll give your grandfather more of a pretext to keep prying the organization away from you.”

I grunt in frustration because she’s right. If I start a fight here in the mansion, the men will know something’s going on. I can’t just kill Henri either—that’s guaranteed to start a conflict, but I don’t know how many men I can reliably count on right now.

I’m going to end Henri. I’m going to send him burning into hell where the fucker will suffer for all eternity. But I have to do it the right way.

Frustrated, I grab Brianne and pull her against me. She releases a soft breath as I kiss her, slamming my hungry mouth onto hers. I love the way she tastes, the way she whimpers every time I touch her, like she can’t control the noises she makes. It’s intoxicating, how much she likes this.

“Don’t take your anger out on me,” she whispers, licking her lips and staring up at me.

“That’s exactly what I plan on doing.”

“I know you told me to stay away from them, and it’s not like I went searching them out. I just wanted a stupid glass of wine.”

“I know, my wife, I know, but things aren’t safe right now.”

“No kidding. Your grandfather is seriously terrifying.”

I grunt in agreement. Grandpère is very good at turning on intimidation when he needs to. The man is eerily prescient when it comes to replaceing what a person is afraid of and exploiting it for his own purposes.

I kiss her again. This time, I let it linger and build. My stomach pulses with excitement as I drag her toward the couch, a vicious smile on my lips. “You know, my wife, you did disobey me.”

“Disobey? I didn’t realize I was following orders.”

“Now you know then.” I unbutton the top button of her jeans and slowly unzip them. “What should I do about it?”

“Nothing,” she says, breathing fast, her mouth hanging open.

I yank her jeans down. I push them as low as I can, exposing little black panties. I reach out and grip her ass hard. “I don’t know. I think I need to punish you. To make you understand the severity of what happened.”

“Punish me?”

I slap her ass gently. “Yes, baby. Punish you.”

Her eyes go wide as she understands. She tries to twist away, but I hold her tight and sit down, dragging her onto my lap and holding her with an iron grip. She wriggles and squirms, breathing hard.

“Julien,” she groans when I spank her lightly. I yank down her panties to expose her bare bottom. Her glorious, edible fucking ass. “Don’t be mean.”

“From what I recall, this is one of your little checkboxes.” I spank her again, harder this time. “Do you like this, my beautiful wife?”

“Maybe,” she says, breathing hard, mouth hanging open.

I put the fingers of my left hand between her lips. She sucks them, whimpering, as I spank her again. This time, I hit her harder, and she gasps loudly in surprise. I grab her hair and pull, arching her back, and lean down to bury her mouth with mine.

“Bad girl,” I whisper, dominating her lips. “You bad, filthy, dirty fucking girl.”

“I’ve been good,” she complains. “You’re too hard on me.”

“I’m not hard on you at all.” I spank her again, and again, and this time I slip my hand down to tease her folds.

She’s soaking fucking wet.

Her hips wriggle and she groans as I tease her clit.

“Asshole,” she whines. “You can’t expect me to hide in here forever.”

“I can and I do.” I pull my hand from her pussy and spank her hard. “You are my wife now, baby, and you will do as you’re told.”

Another spank, another, and her pale ass is bright pink. I tease her pussy, giving her pleasure to go with the pain, my fingers in her mouth again. She sucks them, greedy and moaning, and I’m so fucking hard I feel my pulse in my balls.

I spank her three more times before I can’t take it anymore. I push her down onto the couch, ass in the air, and I lick her from behind as I unbuckle my pants. She’s moaning, gasping, as my tongue laps out along her folds from behind, her ass spread wide.

“Mine, all fucking mine,” I growl, moving back to free my cock. I’m throbbing, I’m so fucking hard right now. “And I’m going to punish this wet little pussy. Look at you, dripping wet. Baby, tell me you want this.”

“Please,” she moans. “I want it, oh my god, I want it.”

I growl with pure animal lust and slide myself deep inside.

Fuck, she’s so tight. It’s absolute bliss, the way she grips me. I glide in and out, fucking her slow at first, getting her used to my size, before taking her the way I fucking need it.

I spank her ass and fill her to the brim. Over and over, her cheeks slapping against my hips. I tear into her as she moans into the couch cushions, and finally, I reach forward, leaning over so I can stroke her clit with my fingers, and that finally throws her over the edge.

Her pussy clamps down like heaven as she comes. Her back arches and she groans, moving forward, almost getting away, but I pin her and fuck her like a savage. I’m growling, moaning, lost in the pleasure of filling my wife’s beautiful, greedy little pussy, when I finally explode deep into her. I fill her to the brim, the orgasm ripping my brain into tiny little shreds and leaving me tingling with bliss as I fall back onto the couch.

She crawls onto my lap. I hold her against me, both of us half-dressed and breathing hard. I lean down to kiss her and stroke her hair.

“I should break the rules more often,” she says with a lazy, happy grin on her face.

After we shower, I get her into bed. She’s sleepy and looks fucking adorable as she snuggles into a little ball. I stay with her while she passes out—slightly tempted to fuck her into a gloopy mess again—but when she’s finally down, I slip out of bed.

Jean’s still awake like I knew he would be. He’s staying in his own suite down the hall. I knock and he lets me in, even though it’s a little past three in the morning.

“You should get some rest,” I tell him.

He shrugs and returns to the table. The ledger is open beside a notebook where he’s making copious annotations. “I almost have this cracked. You want some wine?”

I walk over to the bottle on the counter and pour myself a glass. I toss it back, pour another, drink down half, and stare back at him with rage and malice in my heart.

“Henri almost assaulted Brianne earlier tonight.”

He stops what he’s doing and sits back. “Did he really? I knew he was a stupid piece of shit, but—” Jean shakes his head, looking disgusted. “Did she get away all right?”

“Grandpère stepped in. No doubt playing the good cop.” I move toward my friend. “I want men on Brianne at all times. Tell at least one guard to shadow her no matter where she goes or when she’s moving.”

“I’ll make it happen.”

“And I need eyes on Henri.” I give my friend a meaningful look. “This situation has gone on long enough.”

Jean stares back and slowly nods. “Consider it done.”

“Good.” I walk to him and squeeze his shoulder. He takes a breath and steels himself. Of everyone I know, Jean’s the strongest. He knows what’s going to come and what it might mean for us, but he’s loyal and smart, and he knows we’ll get through this together.

Because I can’t stomach this a second longer.

Grandpère has done nothing but undermine me since coming here, and now one of his most trusted advisors is harassing my wife.

It’s unacceptable. It’s unconscionable.

I never should have let it go on this long.

And now it’s time to do something about it.