𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊

13

JK'S POV-

It looked like she'd opened up a department store in my Mansion.

 And judging by the names on the bags, she'd spent a small fortune acquiring it all.

Not that the money mattered if it is for my wife.

When you made millions each month, even if the shopping spree set you back a couple hundred grand, it wasn't going to hurt your bank balance.

I'd underestimated Y/N. It was something new for me. I was typically a pretty good judge of character.

But I hadn't expected as much defiance as I'd gotten from my wife. I had watched her for a bit while I'd made my decision on which woman to choose. And in doing so, I'd seen her shop. Never once at any of the stores whose bags were scattered around my living room, though. So she'd gone to the designer stores just to get a revenge on me.

There was a flaw in her plan, though. I liked that she was willing to do that. I appreciated her spirit. I even admired her fearlessness in doing something that no one else would feel safe doing.

Hell, it had all been worth every penny when she walked into that restaurant in that little black dress that hugged her soft curves just right.

i was barely restraining the urge to wrap my hands around her waist and kiss her.

Sudden flashbacks of that fu#ker waved through my mind as i felt my jaw getting tighter.

No-one  gets to touch my wife. Ever.

The rage had been immediate. It was familiar in one way. I'd always had a temper. But it was unfamiliar in some ways too. Because I'd never felt quite as possessive as I had at that moment.

I would have killed that man. But I was never that out of control. He absolutely would have lost his life if Y/N hadn't stepped in right when she had.

Then, this woman had the audacity to be pissed at me for defending her. For punishing a man for touching her without permission.

I didn't begin to understand her.

But, still, I found myself impressed with her Courage. Because not many men in the damn mafia would stand up to me like she had, would have spoken to me like she did. It was impressive. 

And despite all her attitude and comments about how she thought I'd chosen wrong, I knew down to my core that I'd made the right choice.

She was the right woman to be my wife.

She had what it was going to take to live in my world. Whether she'd accepted that yet or not.

"What is the thing?" I asked after we got back home and my brothers showed up.

Y/N had stormed upstairs as soon as we'd walked in the door. Judging by the sound of water splashing on the tile floor, she was taking a shower. It took a f#ck of a lot of self-control not to imagine her up there, stripping out of that dress, taking off her bra, sliding out of her panties, and stepping under that spray.

F#ck.

Apparently, it took more self-control than I possessed.

It was going to be more difficult than I realized to wait for her to get to a point where she was willing to give herself to me.

Maybe I shouldn't have married someone I was so f#cking attracted to. I mean this woman had me hard and desperate as a teenaged boy when she'd climbed over me in her sleep. I felt ready to bust by the time she woke up and realized what had happened.

Hell, i may have done so many bad things. But, i won't force her.

I remembered the old times when my appa cheat relentlessly on my omma, and watching her shrink away little by little each time until there was nothing left of her.