Her eyes widen and a wicked smile displays on her face. “Behave.”
“How can I? You look so good in your dress. When we get home, I’ll tie you to the headboard and fuck you how I want.”
She bites her lip the same way she does when she is aroused. People are flooding the museum. A woman, wearing a white black and a pencil skirt, stares at us and Roselyn notices. She is one of the workers here and she’s been eyeing us ever since we arrived. She toward to us,pat me on the arm and I take a step back.
“Good evening, I’m Lauran and I work here. We have some of the finist art here.” She says, holding out her hand. I stare at it. She doesn’t notice Roselyn is staring a hole into her face.
“Is there something I can help you with?” Roselyn asks.
She keeps her eyes glued on me. Normally women hit on me all the time, but she’s not my type and I wouldn’t give her the time of the day.
“Hi, I’m Roselyn, I’m his wife.” Roselyn flashes her wedding band in front of her face. The woman stares at her dumbfounded. Then her eyes snap back onto mine. Disappointment blankets her face. “He’s not looking for a painting, I am, but if I need you for something, then I’ll let you know.
“Can your husband speak for himself?” she snaps, placing her hand on my bicep, squeezing hard. I remove her hand. What the fuck is wrong with this woman?
“Not when a woman looks ready to suck his dick. You need to walk away before I take the very same pen behind your ear and stab you in the eye with it.” The woman’s face pales.
“Excuse me?”
“Bitch, you heard me. Run along.”
Lauren shoots her a condescending glare, then turns on the ball of her heels and leaves. “Jesus, you’re a chick magnet. I mean I knew you were, because when I first saw you, I thought you were hot. Women are always staring at us when we go out, but I haven’t thought much about it until now. They can look, but they can’t touch and it goes for you too. You can look at other women, but Devious if you cheat on me, I’ll cu—”
I yank her by the hair and kiss her. Then pulling away. “You make my dick hard how you go violent for me. You’re overprotective over me. I love it.”
“I didn’t know I was the jealous type. I never been jealous of another woman for flirting with my man. When Atrocious slept with different women I didn’t care. I was so glad he did because it meant he would keep his hands off me. I remember when I flew out to see him, I caught him in bed with another stripper. I didn’t care though. I sat on the couch and told him finish up with what’s he doing so we can pick out a stupid color for the wedding. But I didn’t care about him—”
“Why are you nervous?” I remove a strain of hair from her face.
“I’m not nervous.”
“Yes you are, you babble when you’re nervous.”
“I don’t know.” She twirls her hair around her finger.
“I have a surprise for you after we leave here.”
She nods. “What is it? I don’t like surprises. The last time you had a surprise for me, it was my friend Tommy.”
“I still don’t feel bad for killing him, Roselyn. So, don’t guilt trip me.”
“It was worth a try,” she says, shrugging. “You have no heart, do you?”
“Yes, I do, but it only beats for you.”
After the art gallery, we pick up Chinese food from the cheap restaurant Roselyn loves. Then we head home. I text Marla asking if she picked up all of Roselyn’s gifts and she responds with yes and she left them in my bedroom. Once we’re inside, she heads to the living room, props her feet on the entertainment table and I set the bag of food down. I can smell the grease reeking from the bag. Why does she like to eat his unhealthy shit? When we have a chef, who will cook her anything she wants.
“Where is my surprise?” she asks, folding her arm across her chest. “I swear if it’s some stupid shit like a leash, I’m going to beat your ass and say fuck the consequences.”
Her mouth has been a lot pottier lately. “You keep up the attitude, then I’ll take you over my knee.”
“You would love it.”
“Of course. Eat your food.”
She opens the greasy box of beef and pepper steak and I sit next to her, watching her eat. Anxiousness builds inside my stomach. She takes a bite of her egg roll and I get up from the black couch and head to our bedroom. Picking up the clear, pink, bag, I hope I’m making the right choice because if she betrays me then I don’t know what I’m going to do. I know I won’t kill her because I already care deeply for her. When I come back to the living room, she glances at the bag and does a double take. She drops the egg roll.
“Is it what I think it is?” her eyes widen, and she smiles.
“Take the bag.” I sit on the couch next to her and she rests her plate of food on the table, then claps her hand together. I hand her the bag and she tears it open. She takes out the white boxes of iPad, Mac laptop, and iPhone. She wraps her arm around my neck, . kissing me all over the face.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you so much.”
“You have a new number, and all your stuff has been programmed. I even got you an art program on your iPad so you can draw. We need to talk,” I tell her. She sets the stuff down and I grab her hand. “I want you to be with me.”
“We’re already together.” She tilts her head to the side.
“I don’t want to control you. I want you as my equal. I want you to be with me because you want to and not because I’m forcing you to. I want all of you, Roselyn. I want us to behave like wife and husband. I don’t want you as my pet.”
“I have a question, Devious.” She strokes my cheek and I lean into her soft fingers.
“Do you forgive me for trying to kill you?” She searches my face for an answer.
“Yes,” I don’t hesitate, because I completely trust her.
She kisses me again with tears in her eyes.
“Do you forgive me for killing your friend and treating you like shit?”
“I’m still working on forgiven you, I haven’t got there, yet” She jumps on my lap, whispers in my ear. “I’m off my period.”
“It doesn’t matter. I would have fucked you on it. The only reason I didn’t before is because you didn’t want to.”
“You’re gross.”
“Lie down on the couch and spread your legs,” I tell her. She does what I say, and I lift her dress up, exposing her bare pussy.
“What have I told you about not wearing any panties?”
“Marla says if I don’t wear any panties it won’t show my panty lines.”
“I don’t give a fuck what Marla says,” I shoot back, sliding a finger inside her warm wet pussy. She moans and her cheeks turn red. “This is my pussy, not hers. If you bend over and a man sees your ass, I’m going to be pissed off. No one gets a peek at my wife and lives to tell the tale.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Get used to it, because you’re stuck with me.” I slide my finger out of her and lick them clean. I unzip my jeans and she slips her hand into my boxers, wrapping her tiny fingers around my hard dick, stroking me.
I want to make love to her and I haven’t made love to a woman for over a decade.
“Teach me how to make love to you?”
“Um okay.” She sits up. “I want to ride your dick.”
I lie on the couch and she positions my cock to her entrance as she slides down on top of me.
“Shit, I can feel all of you,” she whispers. My dick hits her walls and I unzip her dress, tossing it onto the floor. I bring one of her nipples into my mouth and suck hard, tugging on it with my teeth. She moans my name as she slides up and down on my dick. I take the other nipple into my mouth and she says, “Don’t stop.”
I grab a fist full of her hair, kissing her softly, then she stops riding me, cupping both of my cheeks. “You make me feel alive.”
Then she continues to ride me and a several minutes later, I come in her pussy, then I slide out of her.
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“Get on your hands and knees. It’s my turn to make you come.” Then I grip her hips, kissing her all the way down her back.
Roselyn
I CREEP OUT OF BED after Devious falls sound asleep. We made love three times and it’s in the middle of the night. I tiptoe to the living room, then I sit on the couch. Exhaling, I grab my laptop and set it on my lap, hitting the power button. It’s time for me to plan my escape and buy a ticket to London. I click on the browser button and start searching for flights. Lead weighs on my stomach and bile burns at my throat.
Do I really want to leave Devious? He has been kind to me and offered me his trust and here I am doing the very thing Shelby did to him, betraying him. My mouth goes dry and my hands tremble. I don’t want to leave Devious, because somewhere along the lines I fell in love with him. I don’t know when I fell, but I did. I close the laptop then I head to the kitchen, open the carton of milk, drinking from it. Inhaling, I glance out the small window and the security stroll around the property.
I feel Devious’s arms wrapped around my waist and he kisses my forehead.
“What are you doing up early this morning? Normally, you sleep until the afternoon.”
“I couldn’t get any sleep.”
“Does it have anything to do with last night?” His dick presses against my lower back.
I shake my head. “Partly. I realized something.”
He takes the carton of milk and chugs the rest.
“What is it?” He sets the empty carton in the trash can.
“I think I love you.”
His face lights up and he grabs my hips sitting me on the counter, my ass cheeks burn cold from the marble.
“You do?” Then he rested both of his heavy palms against the counter on each side of me.
“Yeah.”
“Do you love me?” I ask, anticipation eating at me as I wait for him to respond.
He twitches his mouth, glancing out the window and back out at me.
“It’s okay if you don’t.” Disappointment yields in my chest.
He doesn’t respond, instead he pulls me off the counter, and holds me like a baby.
“Go back to bed. We have three hours until I have to do a gun trade.”
I know people work at their own pace when it comes to love, but the fact he doesn’t say it back hurts.
“I can walk.”
“You’re light as a feather. I can carry you.”
Then he tosses me to the bed. Jealousy roars inside me. Maybe he’s still in love with Shelby. He’s still at war with the Irish mob. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t want to say it, because he knows it will hurt me. Tears well in my eyes, I’m stupid to fall in love with someone who is still in love with someone else. He pulls down his pants and I roll over on my side.
“I’m not horny,” I murmur, staring out the foggy window.
“Roselyn, what’s wrong?” he says, sliding next to me. I roll over on my side and face him.
“Nothing, my head hurts,” I lie and he knows I’m lying because his eyebrows are drawn together.
“If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable.” He shakes his head. “Do I have to fuck the truth out of you?”
“I said no. Leave me alone. I’m hormonal and I think I’m about to start my period.”
“Fine,” he bites out, getting out of bed, then he turns, staring at my abdomen area. “You’re two weeks late on your period.”
“How do you know when I start my period?”
“I mark it down on my calendar. You’re late. Are you pregnant?”
“No.”
“How do you know you’re not pregnant?”
“I don’t know, but I know I’m not.”
He cups my face, using his thumb to stroke my cheek. “I nut in you every single time I’ve fucked you and we fuck enough to populate the entire planet. Trust me when I say this. You might be pregnant.”
“I better not be pregnant, Devious.” I shoot him a condescending glare.
“Put on some clothes, we’re going to the drug store,” he says, tossing on his shirt.
On our way to the store, my mind is filled with possibilities. What if I am pregnant and he’s still in love with Shelby. Shit, why didn’t I make Devious wear a condom? Because I can’t make Devious do anything. Whatever he says goes. I should have begged for him to put me on birth control.
Devious pulls up to the small parking lot and unbuckles his seatbelt.
“Wait, right here. I’ll be in and out. Do not open the doors for anyone and there is a gun in the glove department,” he says before leaving the car.
I fiddle with the end of my shirt as nervousness bubbles in my chest. I’ve never been so scared in my life and I don’t know what to do. Being a mom at this age isn’t something I want to do. Just when life starts to get good, then boom here is a baby. Devious walks out of the store, carrying a bag.
Once we’re home, Devious ushers me to the bathroom and shoves a small cup and a box in my hand.
“Piss in the cup and stick the tip of it in the pee.” Then he shuts the door.
Exhaling, I tear the box open and grab one of the sticks.
“God, please don’t let me be pregnant.”
I tear the foil open, stare at the stick and I yank down my pants, sticking the cup between my legs, and the sound of pee tapping the cup, fills the silence.
I set the cup on the counter, then put the stick in it. I grab the instructions from the box and read it. We wait three minutes before looking at it.
I step into the living room and Devious waits for me.
“We have to wait.”
I stare at Devious and he frowns as he rubs the back of his head.
“What happens if I’m pregnant?”
“Let’s see the test results,” he says. Several minutes later, he barges into the bathroom and grabs the stick.
“You’re not pregnant.”
“Really?”
He shakes his head. “No.” His tone is laced with disappointment.
“You want a baby?” I tilt my head to the side.
“It wouldn’t bother me if you were pregnant.”
“I’m glad I’m not. I’m too young for a baby.”
He glares at me but doesn’t say a word. I follow him to the bedroom, and he goes into the closet, several minutes later, he’s buttoning up his white shirt.
“What is wrong with you?” I ask.
“I’m going to go ahead and meet with Aiden.”
“Why are you shutting me out?”
He doesn’t say a word as he slams the door shut in my face.
Devious
“YOUR HOUSE IS AMAZING,” Roselyn says to Jasmine. I grab her jacket and place it on the coat rack next to the door. I finally took Matteo up on his offer to have dinner at his house and I want things between us to be great. I can’t change what happened between our famiglia, but I can show him that I don’t want us to be at war for something our grandparents did. Jasmine hugs Roselyn.
Roselyn annoyed me with her attitude yesterday, so I went to Aiden’s house and didn’t come home until this morning. I made it clear she’s going to have my children so I can have an heir to take over my empire. I love this woman, but sometimes, she can’t see past her own needs. Fuck, I do love Roselyn. And loving her, frightens me.
“This old thing. It was my grandmother’s home and I wanted to keep her memories alive so Matt bought it for me.”
“Where is my cousin?” I ask as I lean down to hug her.
“He’s in the nursery, changing Luna’s diaper. It’s upstairs on the left.”
I nod, then I kiss Nymph on the forehead and stroll upstairs. I open the pink door and Matt leans over the changing table, speaking to Luna. He tosses the diaper into the trash can. This reminds me of the nursey I had for Santo except his was blue.
I clear my throat and he turns around with a gigantic smile on his face. “Your cousin is here,” he says to Luna.
I hold out my hand and h
e gives her to me. She stares at me with gigantic hazel eyes and her dark curly hair is combed into a neat ponytail. Her tiny finger wraps around my thumb and her smile is big as the ocean. I want a child. I would kill to have one with Roselyn. That was one of the reasons I want a baby with her. I have always been a familiga man. We head downstairs and the smell of pot roast lingers in the air. Roselyn leans against the granite counter, holding a champagne glass, laughing at something Jasmine says.
“Your wife is beautiful,” Matteo states.
“She is.” I don’t like him checking her out, but I don’t comment.
He clears his throat and the women look our way. Matteo wraps his arms around Jasmine’s waist, pecking a kiss on her lips.
Jasmine glances in my direction. “I was telling Roselyn how you bought me a heart off the black market and saved my life. I wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for you.” Her tone is filled with gratitude.
“You’re welcome,” I say, honestly. “It was no problem at all.”
“My husband can be good when he wants to be.” Nymphs winks at me and I smile. Her eyes travel to Luna and her cute nose wrinkles.
“You want to hold her?”
Hesitantly, she nods. I hand her Luna and Luna screams. Roselyn’s face is filled with panic and her eyes widen.
“Don’t worry, hun. She only cries with women. For some reason, she loves men. I think it’s because she’s a daddy’s girl.”
“What do I do with her?” Nymph’s voice is small.
“Let me show you,” I say. “You lay her in your arms like this and you rock her.”
When I place her in my arms, she stops crying and smiles.
“See, she’s just tired,” I murmur.
“How do you know so much about kids?” Nymph asks.
“Enzo. I used to babysit his grandchildren to make money.”
“Oh,” Roselyn says.
“The food is ready. Me and Roselyn will make the plates. You boys go sit at the table,” Jasmine directs, and they both waltz into the kitchen.
Matteo takes Luna out of my hands and we head to the dining room. He straps Luna into her Winnie The Pooh highchair.
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