Ruined Secrets - Page 72

“Perfect. I’ll send you the details.” As he stands up, he places his hands on the tabletop, and I notice that the last two fingers on his gloved hand are in a slightly unnatural position, as if he can't fully extend them. “I hope we’ll have a fruitful collaboration, Mr. Rossi.”

I regard him as he leaves, wondering why he murdered all the other capos. If his only aim was to take over the New York Family, killing the previous don would have been enough.

Leaving money for the coffee on the table, I rise but immediately grab the side of the chair as pain slashes through my temples. It lasts for a second or two, and then it’s gone. The fucking headaches are getting worse. I’ll go in for that checkup as soon as I’m done with the damn banquet.

Now, I can’t wait to get home, and back to my wife. I wonder if I was always this crazy about her, or if it’s something that’s built up after we were married and before the crash. It seems unhealthy, how I can’t stop thinking about her even for a moment. Even when I’m working, Isabella is constantly on my mind. Her eyes. Her hair. The way she likes to snuggle into me every night. But most of all, it’s her strong-minded personality. Her courage. She keeps amazing me every single day, this slip of a girl, who keeps playing this game, fooling the whole Family. She knew what was at stake from the beginning. I didn’t. It was only a few days ago that Damian explained it to me. If anyone finds out that Isabella has been covering for me, hidingmy condition, the Family will proclaim her a traitor—someone who’s been acting against the Family’s interests. A punishment for such an act is usually death.

If I’d known this sooner, I never would have allowed her to get tangled up in this shit. There’s no coming back now. I’m not afraid of dying. But if the truth does come out at some point, and if anyone even so much as thinks about hurting Isabella, they better come at us with all they have. Because I am going to annihilate any man who tries harming a hair on my wife’s head.

Chapter 21

“Lorenzo insists on seeing me tomorrow,” I say as I’m unbuttoning my shirt. “I don’t know why he insists. We can talk business at the banquet on Saturday.”

“He wants to make himself feel important. Low self-esteem complex,” Isabella says from the bed. “Especially now, with you as the head of the Family.”

“Do you want to come? He’s booked us a table at Mirage.”

“Of course, he has,” she snorts. Getting off the bed, she stands behind me and wraps her arms around my waist. “He knows you’ll be paying the bill. Is it okay if I come? It’s a business meeting after all.”

“I don’t give a fuck that it is.” I take the box I picked up this morning from the specialty shop I’ve started visiting frequently and place it on a dresser. “I’ve bought you something.”

“What?” She peeks around me, and I see her eyes widen upon seeing the leather box. “Is it…?”

“Yes.” I take her arm and pull her around to stand in front of me. “Want to try it on?”

“Is it much bigger?” she asks and reaches for the box, but I catch her hand in mine.

“It’s bigger. Close your eyes.”

She shuts her eyes immediately, and I smile. Who would’ve expected someone as young as her to be so eager and responsiveto all my unconventional ways. Moving my palms down her generous hips, I slide her panties down and wrap my fingers around the object lodged in her pussy. Two days ago, I decided to punish her for not putting on the dress I requested and removed her pussy plug. She whimpered and begged me to put it back, pressing her small hands over her pussy the whole time. I buried my cock inside of her instead. My little addict. Isabella can’t bear the thought of not having my cock or something else that reminds her of me inside her. Her reactions make me so hard that it feels like I’m going to explode.

As expected, she starts complaining the moment I take out the toy, so I temporarily push my finger inside her. “Keep your eyes closed,” I say and open the box.

I take the new pussy plug from the box. I’ve already washed it and put a good amount of lubricant over the thick end because it’s significantly larger than the one she’s accustomed to.

“Spread your legs slightly. Yes, just like that.” I place the tip of the new pussy plug at her entrance, pull out my finger and start sliding the sleek black toy inside her pussy.

“Everything okay?” I ask when her breathing hitches. “If it’s too much, I’ll stop.”

“Don’t stop.” She breathes out and squeezes my wrist. “I want it all in. Now, Luca.”

I slide it fully inside, then adjust the thinner tip so it presses on her clit. “Good?”

“What if it slides out?” she asks.

“It won’t, tesoro.” I press my palm over her pussy. “Let's try walking, hmm?”

She steps forward and I follow without taking my hand off her. “See? It won’t slide out. You just need to get accustomed to a bigger size. Let's try a few more steps.”

When she starts walking toward the bed, I let go of her pussy. “How does it feel?”

She turns to face me and lowers herself to the bed. Her movements are slow, her eyes closed as if she’s savoring the feeling. When she’s seated and moans, I can barely restrain myself from grabbing and fucking her senseless.

“How does it feel?” she repeats my question, biting her lower lip, and opens her eyes. “It feels like I have your cock inside of me, Luca.”

“You need to be really wet to use this one, Isabella. If you’re not, use lubricant. If you hurt yourself, I’ll throw it away. You hear me?”

“Yes.”