Marry the Don

Chapter 36

I fucking dared him to question me again after tonight.

He stood up and nodded to me with respect, “I’m so looking forward to seeing your rule flourish, Capa.” He bowed his head and gave me his hand, allowing me the respect due to me.

“Very well.” I looked to the other captains in the room and watched as each and every one gave their allegiance until the entire room stood and pledged their newly vowed loyalty to me and my way of ruling.

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ARIANNA

dress me was quickly becoming a huge turn-on for me. scary.

After being told what to wear and how to act my entire life, I would have thought that the idea of letting someone dictate things like my wardrobe even as a married woman would irritate me. Yet, with him, the way he did it, left me feeling … excited.

Filled with anticipation, if you will.

I ran my fingers over the red satin laid out on the island in the master closet and smiled to myself knowing it wasn’t just a turn-on for me. It was an aphrodisiac to my husband as well. Which made no sense if he was resolved to hating me. Yet sometimes, when it was just the two of us, I could almost pretend he didn’t actually hate me like he said.

Therefore, I’d have to acknowledge that maybe I didn’t actually hate him either, which I wasn’t ready to do.

I slid the lace dress off my body that he picked out for me, and began putting the cool ruby-red fabric of the lingerie over my heated skin.

I looked in the floor-length mirror and turned to admire the piece. A halter neck tied the piece with black lace before smooth satin draped down over my breasts in a v-cut that went straight to my waistline where it split and wrapped around my legs and ass leaving the crotch completely bare and exposed. Of course, there were no other panties laid out for me to wear.

Dirty, old man.

The diamond choker he laid out with my dress earlier in the evening sparkled brightly in the warm light of the mirror and compared to the red and black fabric it nearly glowed.

I slid the matching red satin floor-length robe over the ensemble and tightened the sash as a knock sounded at the bedroom door. “Ari?” Molly called and I walked out to her.

“Do you ever sleep, Molly?” I smiled at her and looked at the ornate clock on the wall. It was nearly ten at night and she had been up and attending me first thing that same morning, as she would be tomorrow as well. “Do you live here?”

She chuckled and stepped aside so Dr. Travis could come into the room with her sleek black medical bag before answering. “I do live on the estate grounds. Most of the staff does. And I sleep more than enough, thankyou.”

“Hmm.” I hummed, fingering my smooth hair before addressing the doctor, “Hello, Dr. Travis.”

“Mrs. Capasso,” She nodded politely, “How are you feeling this evening? How’s your hand?”

“It’s better,” I lifted my hand and slowly clenched it into a fist feeling only a slight twinge of pain still. “I’m managing.”

“Good to hear.” She smiled and set her bag down, holding her hand out for mine and gently probing the knuckles that she had replaced a few days ago. “It looks to have healed perfectly; I’d expect the last of the tenderness to resolve in the next few days. You may have some long-term effects from the injury, like occasional stiffness or throbbing when the weather changes,” She smiled sweetly, “Things like that. But I wouldn’t expect too much of a hindrance on your life from it.”

“Thankyou.” I took my hand back and looked to where Molly stood waiting for the doctor. “Is that it?”

“Actually,” Dr. Travis drew my attention back to her, “I need a urine sample from you.” She turned to her bag and withdrew a specimen cup and a tray of test strips. “And a blood sample.”

“For what?” I took a step back from her as she laid a blood draw kit out on the table. “What does that have to do with my hand?”

“Nothing, Ma ’am.” She continued setting out her things, “Mr. Capasso requested it.” “For what though?” I snapped, hating how she avoided my gaze.

“Your physical.” She finally faced me, “And your reproductive analysis.”

My ears burned red with embarrassment and a ringing pulsed inside of my head as her words penetrated my brain.

Reproductive analysis.

Broodmare.

I was only here to give him sons.

Anger flared inside of my chest as his words from our wedding night repeated on a loop.

“Reproductive analysis,” I repeated and even if I tried, the sneer behind my words was obvious, catching the doctor off guard.

“Yes,” she faltered, “To make sure your hormones are all level and to make sure they match up with where you are in your cycle.” Her eyebrows knitted in the center of her kind face. “Mr. Capasso said you two were hoping to get pregnant soon.”

“Ha,” I scoffed bitterly, “I assure you, only one of us has made that our plan.” I crossed my arms over my chest defiantly and paced in front of the fire. “What are my options for contraceptives?”

I felt bad for the doctor as she stared at me, completely unprepared for the conversation. Even Molly looked uncomfortable, though if I bothered to look hard enough, I could almost see a bit of outrage in her gentle eyes as well.

“I wasn’t permitted to give you any contraceptive,” Dr. Travis finally said, stiffening her spine. “I don’t think Mr. Capasso would approve given his previous statements to me.”

“I don’t care what Mr. Capasso wants.” Ihissed, “Doesn’t what I want matter?”

She sighed almost sadly and looked at me like an errant child.