Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Cosima lets out a small, sweet sigh. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath. I fucking lost it last night. I knew Sal went searching for Cosima, his intention to get her alone. I’m not sure if I’m madder at myself for allowing that to happen or how I’d completely lost control of my emotions and my actions.
I snapped, and in the moment, I wanted to kill him. I still want that. I’m not sure what to make of it all, but I know I’m not done with Salvatore Amato, far from it. He intended to get between Cosima and me. He may not know we’re married, but by his comments he is aware of there being more to our relationship. Still, he tried to make his move, which is really what sent me over the edge.
I won’t let that stand. Anything that tries to come between us, I’ll see as a threat that needs to be eliminated. I don’t give a shit if it goes against an old code. None of it matters to me. I have been waiting my whole life to have Cosima, and I’m never letting her go.
Gently, I shift, slipping out from under my wife, making sure her head comes down on one of the pillows as I sit up. When I move, it tugs the sheet down that had been covering us, revealing Cosima's curvy little body to me. I tug it down more when I see the small marks on her breast that lead up to her throat. I was rougher with her this time.
I don't stop until I get a view of her thighs. I place my hand on one, lifting and pulling them apart to see the insides. I remember licking and sucking on her inner thighs.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my eyes raking her up and down.
I marked her all over. I should feel ashamed, but I don’t. My cock is hard again seeing her this way. There is no mistaking that she belongs to me now. I place my hand on her stomach, leaning down to kiss her there. It won’t be long until she has a bump showing. Then there will be no question whether or not she’s taken. I can’t wait until that day.
“Love you,” I say to her and our child before I pull the comforter back over her.
She’s either going to chew my ass over the marks or love them. I bet both. I’d taken her too hard, but Cosima had been with me the whole way, letting me take and take and take. She was getting off on it and giving me what she knew I needed at the moment.
Forcing myself to get out of bed, I head to the bathroom, picking up my discarded clothes on the way. I could stay in that damn bed all day, but I know I need to get answers and give some for my behavior last night.
Dario may have let it slide, but that will only last for so long. He will want to know what went down and why.
Once showered, I put back on the slacks I wore last night before pressing a kiss to Cosima. She needs her rest. I slip from the room, heading toward mine to quickly change so I’m not in the same clothes.
I go straight to War’s office, and as I thought, he’s there along with Dario and Ronan. They all turn to look my way when I enter.
“Morning,” I say. What the fuck else is there to say, honestly? Not real sure where to start either.
“Morning?” Dario shakes his head, pissed. That makes two of us.
“What happened to not forcing Cosima to marry?” I might as well get to the fucking point. There's no use pussyfooting around it. We all know why we’re here.
“I don’t know; you tell me, Zenzo.” It’s been a long time since I heard anyone speak my given name. I stare at Dario, reminding myself he’s Cosima’s father and in part has been one to me as well. “I might be getting old, but I’m not senile. You think I didn’t notice that ring on her necklace?”
“I don’t give a shit if you did or didn’t,” I tell him bluntly. He might have helped raise me, but none of that matters when it comes to anything to do with Cosima and me.
“All right.” War stands up from his desk, putting his fist down on it. “Are you and Cosima married?”
“Yes.” I’m not going to outwardly lie. I was willing to go along with Cosima and hide us being together because she thought it would be best, but I was never a fan of the idea. It feels good to admit it out loud.
“Told you,” Ronan mutters, putting his feet up on the table. How the fuck does Ronan know? He might have assumed. He’s good at the shit. It’s creepy at times. “Where is my sister?”