Man and Wife (18+)

"Do you know what they call you?" The sound of his voice bounced into my ears, finger sliding into me.

"Powerful. That's what they call you"

Damn him!

Those pumps of his, were slow, careful, and while each push of his finger was every bit sensual to my being, I swore not to fall into that calm gaze he bore.

"Luca.." My voice wavered, fingers digging into his arm.

"Isabella" Followed his voice, breath fanning onto my skin.

The words which were to be emitted turned heavy on my tongue, for I was only left meeting that gaze of his.

"Do you want me to stop?"

I managed a nod, pushing back the gasp hung in my throat all through the time those grey eyes begat my profile.

He tugged my legs even higher, bringing it to rest on his arms, and in the second my body came flat on the wall, his fingers were sure to push in and outside my area.

And at once he stopped.

My perspired figure left onlooking his comported one, those eyes of his ensured lingering on my profile.

"I'd rather it be the last time I catch my own wife sending such sensation to the lot of other men" Followed his words.

With that, he had pushed back on his feet, straightening his jacket, soon turning away from me.

"I'll be waiting for you in the halls" Those were the words I heard right before he walked out, leaving me lingering in such perplexity which had gotten the most of my being.

And while I struggled to find my own breath, I was left muddled on whoever this beast was whom I had gotten married to.

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Strung on a chain of events, Isabella Campbell finds herself waddling through a rocky path, one which was to have her marred, or perhaps made.

Joined in union to the son of an infamous Mafia conglomerate, she battles with adjusting to life with the Bonnuccis, and the dealings that comes with.

CONTENT WARNING: This story is totally a work of fiction! It contains mature content, use of vulgar terms, and includes explicit narration of violence.