Ruined Secrets - Page 76

“All right.” I nod, staring at her.

“Are you going to the office?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t be late for your own party.” She points the phone in my direction. “If I finish up early, I might drop by your office around noon.”

I get up and walk across the room. When I’m standing before her, I take her face in my palms and just stare at her.

“Luca? Is something wrong?”

“No,” I say, not breaking our locked gazes. “Why?”

“You have a very strange look in your eyes.”

The phone in her hand rings again. Isabella sighs, then tilts her head up to press her lips to mine. “I really have to go,” she says into my mouth.

I follow her with my eyes as she hurries out of the room—my extraordinarily brilliant wife, whom I so wrongly accused of being too young to deal with me and my line of work. Two months. For two fucking months she guided me about while I didn’t have a damn clue who all the people around me were. She managed to trick the whole damn Family into believing there was nothing wrong with her husband. Or, it seems, everyone except one person.

I grab my jacket off the chair, take the car keys and my wallet, and head for the door. Tonight’s banquet is bound to be much more interesting than I imagined because, along with my life, Ialso remember the face of the man who tried to kill me, and he’ll probably be here.

Yes, it will be a very exciting evening.

* * *

There’s a knock at the office door, and Isabella’s head peeks inside. “Am I interrupting?”

“I’ll call you later, Franco,” I say into the phone and motion for her to come in.

She walks to my desk, removes her sunglasses, and places them and her purse on the wooden surface. I study her, focusing on how her gray dress dips into her cleavage, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“I don’t remember approving that outfit for today.”

“Because you haven’t.” She stands before me, bends, and starts unbuttoning my pants. “So, I came to make amends.”

My cock instantly gets hard. “All right. I’ll allow it this time. But you won’t do it again. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Luca.”

My cock swells even more. It’s unbelievable how much it turns me on when she’s obedient because I know there isn’t a single submissive bone in her body. Isabella is not a woman who’d ever let a man control her in any way, yet, she’s compliant with my orders. What’s even a greater turn-on is knowing that she likes it.

“You may proceed.” I lean back in my chair.

Isabella kneels between my legs, takes out my cock and brings her lips to the tip. She licks it, then takes it into her mouth andstarts sucking. I grip the sides of the chair, trying to restrain myself from coming into her mouth right away.

“Are you wearing your pussy plug, Isabella?”

She gives my cock one slow lick, then looks up and smiles. “No.”

“Why?”

“I came here intending to get something better inside of me.” She slides her hand down my length and squeezes it lightly. “I left my panties at home, as well.”

I growl, then bend to grab around her waist and hoist her onto my lap, right over my rock-hard dick. She moans as I slide into her, wriggling her hips and taking all of me.

I paw her ass, lift and slowly slide her back down as she moans and grabs my shoulders. The feel of Isabella on my lap, with my cock lodged inside her, is priceless. Unfortunately, the position doesn’t allow much space for maneuvering. I swipe my right hand over my desk, pushing the folders and other stuff off the top.

“Luca!” Isabella yelps, looking down at the papers littering the floor.