Marry the Don

Chapter 29

“Holy fuck.” I grunted, rubbing my hands over my abs as I sucked air.

She lifted her head off the bed slightly with a smirk on her face and rolled her eyes. “It was alright.”

I swatted her ass, still exposed and available to me and she yipped and then giggled. “Naughty Little One.”

“Hmm.” She hummed with closed eyes. “I kind of like being naughty.” Fuck. That was not good.

I cringed inwardly, imagining all the trouble she was going to give me with her newfound naughty streak and confidence.

Then I smiled because I knew I’d enjoy the fuck out of correcting her behavior.

ARIANNA

“M a ’am,” Molly called from the door of the bedroom with a wide smile. “I have a delivery for

”

you.

She stepped aside as other maids dressed in simple black dresses carried armfuls of clothing through the large bedroom and into the master closet.

“All of them?” I asked surprised, clutching the robe closed around my body. I’d been laying on the couch by the fireplace watching the flames dance as I replayed my morning with Nicolas. And now I was even more confused.

We’d bargained for an outfit, painstakingly bartering piece by piece of it so I could go outside and here he was giving me everything. After once again, turning me into a sex crazed lunatic that would willingly give him anything for the pleasure he delivered. He told me the other day that he’d only give me pleasure when he felt like it, and the other times he’d use my body to please his own. But I was pretty sure he lied.

He was this brute scary man that controlled thousands of people with fear and power, yet he hadn’t shown that side to me. Not really, anyway.

The time over the back of the chair was just a taste of his power, I was sure.

Except it hadn’t scared me like when my father used to wield his power around; instead, it had aroused me. And in response to that arousal, I came for him like a needy little slut.

What a weird freaking life mine was turning out to be.

“Yes, Ma ’am.” Molly nodded, drawing my attention back to her. “And he’s arranged for a personal shopper to deliver even more tomorrow. You’ll get to pick whatever you want out of the collection she brings.”

“Wow.” I mused as the maids all curtseyed on their way back out of the room after arranging the clothes in the massive master closet. Next to all of his clothes.

Molly walked over to the platter that Nicholas had brought with him earlier and smiled when she found it mostly empty before picking it up and holding it on her hip. “How is your hand feeling Ma ’am?”

“Molly,” I sighed smiling at her, “Please call me Ari. Everyone else is so formal and I feel like you’re my only friend here, please use my name.”

She smirked and bowed her head, “If you insist.”

“I do.” I nodded, pleased with myself for getting something else to go my way today. “My hand feels-” I looked down at it and flexed it, “Better. Still tender but not painful like before.”

“Good. Dr. Travis will be here this evening after dinner, which Mr. Capasso has requested you join him for in the dining room.”

“I’m allowed to go downstairs too?” I questioned, trying to wrap my head around it all.

“Mr. Capasso never instructed me that you couldn’t go down before.” Her eyebrows pinched together in confusion, “You just didn’t have any clothes, and well,” She paused like she was trying to find the right words, “You didn’t seem interested in exploring either.”

I grinned at her and shrugged my shoulders, “I suppose you’re right, I wasn’t in the mood before. But I am now.” I walked past her to the closet. “Can I go outside now?”

“Yes,” She followed me in and watched as I perused the clothing that my mother had purchased for me before moving here. I’d never seen most of it, but it didn’t matter. Even if my mother was a terrible parent, she was a great shopper. “ Saul and Dio are in the hallway, ready to escort you wherever you please to go.”

“Fantastic.” I mused, grabbing a pair of forest green skinny jeans and a cream-colored sweater, and tossing them on the counter in the center of the room before turning back to find more comfortable underwear and shoes, seeing as how my panties were smuggled out in my husband’s pocket when he left hours ago. “I can almost taste the fall air from here.”

“It’s a beautiful time of year here in the mountains. Though it doesn’t last nearly as long as I wish it would before the snow comes.”

“Does Nicolas spend his winter’s here?” I asked innocently, hoping for a glimpse of information into my future and my mysterious husband as I began dressing in front of the woman. She’d already seen me naked, having dressed me on my wedding day so it didn’t matter. I dropped my robe and started pulling on a cotton bra when she gasped and I looked at her over my shoulder, “What is it?”

“Ma ’am,” She slipped back into formality as she stepped closer, “Your shoulder. Did you injure yourself?”

I tried seeing what she was talking about but couldn’t, so I turned in front of the floor-length mirror and looked at my back. I instantly understood why she was so worried.

Teeth marks.

Three sets to be exact.

A flush of arousal and embarrassment warmed my skin as I turned away from the bites Nicolas had left on me earlier. “I’m quite well Molly.” I smiled to myself as I dropped my face and let my hair curtain it as I continued clasping my bra and pulled on the warm sweater to hide the marks that surprised her so.