❛𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ❜
|18+| "Get on your knees." Valerio orders, removing his tie and throwing it in the bed.
"You can't just order me around anyhow you want." I snap back, eyes trailing dow...
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‘Why am I so mad’ you may ask.
I was edged. That's fucking why.
Left alone with my fingers which didn't do shit but made me more horny.
And he had the audacity to ask me if I'm mad. Pissing me off for what?
I angrily shove my folded clothes into my closet before suddenly stopping. My clothes did nothing to me, I shouldn't be so hard on them. Sighing, I drop on my bed, keeping my face to the ceiling with my feet dangling over the edge of my bed and my arms above my head.
This is the only time I could be free, could be Isa instead of the pleasing Isabella who was all smiles and polite to everyone except a certain person who got on my nerves on every chance he got.
A soft knock pulls me out of my thoughts and I sit up with my palms resting behind me.
"Tesoro, can we talk?"
Fuck him and whatever he has to say to me.
"Fuck off." I snap, biting the inside of my cheek from throwing insults at him.
I've never been so pissed in my entire life. Even when he stole my first deal ever or even when a professor failed me in my course because I refused sex and I don't fucking joke with my education so me being more pissed about this says a lot.
"Come on, let's continue from where we stopped." he suggests, a teasing edge to his tone and I roll my eyes so hard I was shocked it didn't fall off.
"No thank you, I'd rather go meet a random man on the street for that." Lie.
I was lying and we both knew it. I'm not the kind to go sleep with random people, never been, never will. Even though I would be away from sex for five more months, I trust myself to be loyal to him. Maybe it's my perfectionist side, but if I decide to do something, I go all in.
"A random man? If that was a joke, it wasn't funny. I don't joke with what's mine." he replies, still sounding unmoving at my door and I just roll my eyes. At this rate, my eyes would roll go the back of my head because of this man.
His words suddenly rings in my ear before settling in my belly, leaving wariness in its wake. Mine. That's so different from what I had planned for us, but Valerio had different plans instead because he seemed to use that word a lot and I have a love-hate feeling for that word. It pisses me off in all the wrong places.
"I'm not a commodity or something you own. I am me and I'm not yours." I retort, feeling like a two-year old.
He chuckles, the sound deep and sending shivers down my body straight to my core.
"But you can't deny the fact that I'm your husband and you're my wife." he says, the sounds of a bag rustling follows.
"Fake. Fake husband and wife." I correct, swinging my legs as I wait for his response before he scoffs.
