Marry the Don

Chapter 26

“Take them off,” I growled, clearing my throat as my desire turned my voice into sludge. “Bra and panties.”

“I want answers,” She hummed, continuing the sway to her hips as her painted white nails slid under the band of her panties. “Two.”

I would have given her my left leg to see her fingers slide inside the lace, but I didn’t tell her that. “Ask them.”

“Will you answer them?” She challenged, opening her eyes and staring directly at me.

“Ask them, and we’ll find out. But do it quickly or you’ll lose your chance.” I palmed my erection and her eyes glowed as she watched me squeeze the length.

“Why do you hate me?” She asked, bringing her hands back up her stomach to her chest and circling her nipples again. “And don’t for one-second try to say you don’t. I’ve spent my whole life being hated by the people around me, so I know it when I see it.”

She was trying for indifference, but I could hear the anger behind her words, even as she tried to distract me from it.

So I answered her honestly. “I hate what you represent.” Her nostrils flared but she kept her mouth shut so I continued. “You represent the choice I didn’t get to make for myself. Your father and mine made the plans for me without a care in the world for what I wanted. And I hate that you’re the piece in the game they used against me.”

Her body stilled as she watched me, mulling it over. “I didn’t get a say either.” She swallowed and put her hands by her hips. “You represent the same thing for me.”

“Wrong.” I leaned forward and rested my elbows on my knees. “I represent an escape for you. You may not have chosen me personally but marrying me got you away from your father and his cruel treatment. I’m your bloody prince charming if you think about it long enough.”

She scoffed but forged on, “Why didn’t you dissolve the agreement once your father died? I may not be privy to a lot of knowledge about how these things work, but I’ve heard enough whispers about you over the last few years to know you’re powerful enough to break a contract like this with my father and there would be nothing he could do about it.” She reached up and undid the clasp of her bra and slowly slid it over her arms and tossed it into my lap. “ So, why marry me?”

My wife knew how to conduct business. She was cutting and wise and I’d be sure to keep that in mind. “Milan,” I replied, watching her face as her eyes squinted in confusion before I let mine trail down to her perfectly pink nipples, standing hard on the tips of her tanned breasts. God, they were beautiful fucking breasts. “Eight months ago I saw you in Milan at the Amoroso Gala.” I looked away from them to her face again, she swallowed as realization dawned on her. “I knew then that I had to have you, simply because I didn’t want anyone else to.” I leaned back in my seat and nodded to her lace panties which were the last barrier between me and what I wanted. “Even if I hated the idea of you.” I waited for her to mention the time before that, here at Armarow when we met. But she didn’t, and it just further instilled what I already knew.

She didn’t remember the first time that we met when she was so young and naïve.

She opened her mouth to say something and then snapped it closed, clenching her jaw to keep her thoughts inside. Then without another word she slid her delicate fingers into the band of her panties and pushed them down her thighs, seductively twisting her hips with each shimmy until they pooled on the floor around her ankles. She lifted one dainty foot and stepped out of them and picked them up, ready to toss them aside.

“No,” I commanded, halting her move. “Bring them to me.”

She lifted her chin to look down her nose at me defiantly but eventually walked the few steps forward and held the blue lace out pinched between two fingers. I took them from her as she stood naked in front of me and ran my fingers over the fabric until I found the dampness I knew would be there.

I smirked up at her and her face bloomed with a blush that made a small part of the monster inside of me settle and relax. “ Such a sweet reward.”

Her chest rose and fell quickly as she watched me. “Game over.” She tossed her hands out at her sides. “I’m all out of bargaining chips.”

I tsked at her and slid her panties into my pocket, keeping them for later. “That’s a shame, because I had so many more rewards to give you.”

She chewed her lip in contemplation. “How exactly do you expect me to earn them?”

I grinned at her, and she swallowed audibly. I made my way to the bed and sat down. The bed I hadn’t slept in the last few nights because I’d been avoiding her and desperately missed. “Crawl to

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me.

“What will I get?” She asked over her shoulder, crossing her arms over her chest. “Depends on how good you are once you get to me.”

“What does that mean?”

“Do it and find out.” I shrugged, “Decisions need to be made though because I’m running out of free time to spend entertaining you Little One. I have responsibilities to see to.”

She sighed and glared at me, but I knew I had her. Even if the reward was only the pleasure I was undoubtedly going to give to her when she came to me, she was going to do it.

She wanted me just like I wanted her. If she used the guise of this bartering game to hide her longings behind, I didn’t care.