My back faces the wall. His cold hands roam desperately on my shirt, he is a hurried mess taking it off, and a short laugh comes from him. He leans closer, his body pressing against mine, his lips searching for mine.
I laugh and shake a finger at him. "I said no kissing."
He laughs, it's a short dry laugh, as if he was waiting for me to forget my own rules. Then, a quick nod follows, his lips lowering to my neck, leaving a messy wet trace down my skin, until he reaches my collarbone, he finds it amusing since he doesn't move. His hands push me by my waist against him.
"What's going on here?"His voice is so low, that it's impossible not to recognize the owner of it.
He jumps off me so quickly, his eyes widening in terror, facing his back to Enzo. I smile and bite my lips.
"You're home, baby," I say and walk next to him.
His eyes flick to me for a second, annoyance fills them. His hand reaches for my waist, pulling me near him, his grip tightening. And he turns to the man. "I asked what was going on here." His voice is low and on edge.
The man, whose name I don't even remember, clears his throat. "Sir, I..." He looks at me, Enzo grips me tighter, and he looks away. "I'm sorry."
"You're sorry?" He repeats, "For what?" Letting me go, he steps forward to him. "For touching what's mine? For trying to pleasure MY woman?" He asks, a jeer comes out of him. "Get out of my sight, now!"
The man leaves running.
I laugh and step closer to my husband. "That was harsh."
He turns to me, with a frown on his face. "You think this is funny, cara?" He asks, his voice even lower, and steps towards me. "You think you're off the hook?"
My hands reach the collar of his shirt. "Am I getting punished?"
He grips my hands, his eyes locked on mine. "No."
I chuckle. "Disappointed, I must admit."
"Mads, this is enough." He moves my hands away. "It's the last time I want to come home and find my WIFE," He makes sure to emphasize the word. "Almost fucking someone else." His face twitches with those words.
I smile and lean close to his lips, "Jealous?"
"Very," He responds in an instinct. "You have no idea how much."
"Prove it," I say and grab his tie, pulling him to me.
He smirks and leans in, his lips finding mine in a dominant kiss. His teeth nibble my lips, short and repeatedly. He grabs me by my waist, carrying me.
"Where are we going?" I ask jumping, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.
He smirks, his eyes lowering slowly to mine. "I'm taking you to our room."
"To do what?" I lean to his ear to whisper, biting his earlob.
He shakes his head, a smile lingering. "To remind you who you belong to."
His arm grips around my waist tight. With a satisfied smile on his face, I toss around and move some strands of hair off his face, cleaning off the sweat. "You are hurting me," I say in a soft whine, trying to move his arm.
He shakes his head, leaning close to whisper. "It's part of your punishment, cuore mio."
I roll my eyes and chuckle. "I missed you."
"I got late to the office today because of you," he laughs and loses his grip on me, and sits up. "But I mean it, cara, I don't want to find you with any other men, understood?" He raises an eyebrow.
"Yes," I say crawling in bed to hug him from behind.
He grabs my hands that are around his torso. "I'm serious, Madeline."
I press my face on his back. "So am I."
He turns around, stands up and cups my face. "You drive me crazy, cara."
A smile appears on my face. "You shouldn't. All you have to do is come home at your time."
He presses my cheeks harshly. "I don't like you bossing me around."
I look up at him, my cheeks starting to hurt. "I don't like wondering where my husband is when he could be home." I fight back, that was our deal. He came home straight from work, and if not, I'll pull something on him. It was a game. One I enjoyed, driven by the adrenaline, and the fact he could claim me as his all over again after each of those times—but that didn't erase the anger he felt at seeing someone with me.
"Careful, cara," He says, his voice lowering, his face coming closer to mine. "One might think you are the one controlling me with the way you're talking to me."
"Is that a bad thing?" I ask, raising my shoulders.
His grip becomes stronger, pulling me closer to his face. "You're mine. Don't forget that. Or I'll make you remember every single night." With that, he lets me go and pushes me back into the bed.
I chuckle trying to brush off the pain of his grip on my face. I sit on the bed. He walks to the drawers, grabs a shirt, and puts it on. "Where are you going?" I ask, seeing him getting into clothes.
"Taking care of a problem," He states bluntly.
I gulp down, a problem. It's him. The man I seduced earlier to cause my scene, my feet reach the floor and I sprint to him, grabbing his hand, "Wait."
"Don't you dare defend him, cara," He says twitching his face. "Will be worst for him if you do."
I smile at him. "Why waste your energy?"
He laughs ironically. "Why? Because he thinks he can touch my wife, in my own home, and I won't let him go on thinking that way, baby," He says ironically, using the pet name I use with him. He moves to the door.
My hands stop him, for the second time. "Baby," I close my eyes at that. "He didn't even do anything, even if he had, you think it means anything next to you?"
He turns to me, in a steady yet slow motion. "I don't care about that, cara." His hand reaches for my face, a gentle touch. "You let him get your hands on you, and no one puts his hands on what's mine."
"He just-"
"Just what, Mads?" He yells annoyed. "Come on, try and convince me not to cut his hands off, not to burn his lips, the same ones he had sucking on your skin," he says a tone becoming more unsteady with each word. "You are mine. And mine only... For fucks sake, Mads." He pauses and takes a breath. "You're pregnant, and you let another man touch the body that's growing my baby?" He asks, the anger evident, but at the same time, a hurt gleaming there.
Realization hits, I screwed up, badly.
I gulp down. "You're right," I admit unwillingly. He is right, I shouldn't have gone so low. But I was angry, and I wanted him to feel hurt like I was feeling. "But, we haven't announced the pregnancy, he didn't know."
"I. Don't. Fucking. Care!" He sighs, "He touched you, end of story."
He leaves the room and crashes the door behind him, making me flinch at the sound. Fuck. I look down at my stomach, we just found out, and we haven't entered the third trimester, so we are waiting to make the announcement. A short sigh comes out of me when the baby's cries echo. Damn it. I grab my shirt and put it on while running to his room.
I get to the crib to hold him in my arms. "Shh, my love. Mommy is here," I say bouncing Lucca, he just started teething so naps are usually interrupted by his itching. "Shh, let's find your teether," I say moving to the cupboard, roaming my hand on the drawer.
A knock on the door makes me turn around, one of my husband's men is standing there, he widens his eyes at me and turns around immediately. "Everything ok?"
I look down. Fuck, I forgot bottoms. I'm on my panties. "Yeah, he just woke up."
He hums. "I'll let Mr. Biancci know the baby is up."
Soft bounces make the baby slowly calm down. His eyes flutter to me, one of his little hands hold the teether and the other reaches for a strand of my hair. God, he is so perfect. I smile at him. "You're in a better mood, Lucca?" I ask, brushing his face with my nose.
A body presses mine from behind, the heat of his body called him out. "Piccolo," He says. One of his hands slides down my waist and reaches for Lucca's feet. "You're up, my love."
I chuckle. "How is it he gets to have a sweet nickname in English and I don't?" I say and lean my head back into his chest.
Enzo's low chuckle echo in my ears. "Maybe if you behaved better."
"Bullshit."
"Language," He grunts. "You're in the presence of my kids."
Oh, kids. That sounds nice. Our kids. Our family.
I turn around and hand him the baby. "Here, I bet he missed his dad."
Any hint of the darkness left in Enzo's eyes at our previous argument leaves his eyes as soon as Lucca is in his arms, his lips widening with a smile. "My boy." He fixes the baby on his arms, his eyes traveling to me. "You trying to provoke me any further?" He asks, looking at my lack of pants.
I roll my eyes. "I forgot to put something on when I heard him crying."
"Sure." He nods sarcastically. "I'll act as if I believe you," he says and turns his head down to the baby, "Look at that, Lucca, you mammina keeps tauting your papino." He looks back at me. "Get ready for tonight, I'm not done with you."
A smile creeps into my face. "Good."
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Crossed Desires.
Storie d'amoreDamian, a man used to doing anything to get what he wants, faces a new challenge. Her. It's just part of a step for his revenge, that's all. But is it? He had never encountered a woman like her. Tempting and riling him to the edge, an edge that with...
