Bred by the Mafia Monster (Breeding Season Book 7) by Sam Crescent (best management books of all time .txt) 📕

The humiliation he’d caused her over the years was hard to forget. Even in Klaus’s arms, after two weeks of being desired and told she was beautiful, she still didn’t believe it.

“I can feel you thinking,” Klaus said, his lips brushing across her shoulder. “Share it.”

“It’s nothing.”

His grip tightened around her. “What have I told you about lying?”

“I’m not lying. Am I not allowed some privacy?”

“Nope. You’re tense in my arms. That tells me you’re not thinking good thoughts.” He kissed her shoulder and she turned as he looked down at her. It was late, past two in the morning. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m just thinking about how life is going to be when we go home, you know?”

He sighed. “Yeah, when we’ve got to go back to wearing clothes and actually attending parties and doing shit that other people want us to do.” He wrinkled his nose. “I wish we could stay here.”

“But we can’t.”

“No. Believe me, it was a miracle getting these two weeks.”

“And they didn’t come without a cost.” She put her hand across the ink that was his family crest. She couldn’t make much out in the darkness. He was devoted to his family. “What will … how will…” She nibbled on her lip, not wanting to put into words the nerves that flooded her body.

“Talk to me, Bella,” he said. He cupped her face, running his thumb across her bottom lip.

“I know what…” She stopped, unsure how to voice her thoughts. “The men in our world, they take…” She laughed. “This is harder than I thought.”

“They take other women. Mistresses.”

“Yes.”

Silence fell between them and she stared at his chest, terrified of what he was going to say.

“Do you expect me to take a mistress?”

“Do you want to take a mistress?” she asked.

His finger went beneath her chin and he tilted her head back. “I don’t like talking in riddles, and I certainly don’t like asking a question and getting a question back. Answer me.”

She shook her head. “I don’t want you to take a mistress.”

“I have no plans to.”

She returned her gaze to his. “What?”

He smiled. “I know what our men are like, but I don’t want to take a mistress, and I certainly don’t want you to take a lover.”

“A lover?”

“I’m sure there are some of the married women who dare to take a lover or two.” He smirked.

“I don’t know about any of that.” She’d never heard of wives taking lovers, far from it.

“Any man who would ever dare to come near you, I will fucking kill him, Isabella. I want you all to myself.”

“And I don’t want to share you either.”

He captured her hand, pressing a kiss to her inside wrist. “When we get home, the only thing that will change is I have to go out to work every day.”

She licked her lips. “I know you have houses with women who offer out their services.”

He smiled. “You’re so cute when you’re being nice. They’re brothels, and we own them, but I won’t ever use them.”

“Have you used them?” She didn’t know why she kept asking these questions when the truth was she really didn’t want to know the answer.

“I didn’t live like a monk, Bella. I had plenty of women at my disposal. I’ve never had to pay for the pleasure, but I’ve paid to remove them from my life. I have no girlfriend or mistress waiting for me. The only woman I want is here, in my arms.” He grabbed her and she let out a gasp as he lifted her up to straddle his waist. His hands went to her thighs and she had no choice but to put a hand on his chest to stop herself from falling.

“There, exactly where I want you.” His hands went to her ass as he eased her up, and then his cock was at her entrance. He lowered her back down and she took him deep inside her. Closing her eyes, she sank her teeth into her lip. “You’re the only woman I want to fuck. You’re the only person I want in my bed. Whenever I want to fuck, I’ll come home to you, or I’ll call you to come to me. I want you, Bella, every second of every fucking day, and that’s not going to change.” He grabbed her hips and guided her over his length. Klaus set the pace and she followed his direction. Her head fell back as he thrust up inside her.

His hands slid up to cup her breasts. He sat, gripping her neck and tugging her down as he kissed her.

Klaus held her down on him, ravishing her lips as he pounded his cock inside her. One hand at the base of her back kept her in place. The pleasure was different. He didn’t get as deep, but she felt every inch of him as he slid in and pulled out. In and out. Klaus rolled them over so he dominated. He took hold of her hands, lifting them above her head as he captured her mouth.

“Fuck my cock, baby. Let me feel you.”

He’d taught her how to thrust her hips, to push herself onto him, fucking herself with his dick. She moaned as the angle had her clit rubbing against him. He’d slid his hand between them, spreading the lips of her sex open so she was exposed against his flesh.

For several minutes, he allowed her to keep the pace, to have her fun with his cock, and then he took over, holding her down to the bed as he rode her hard.

She could do no more than submit to him, and it felt so good. In Klaus’s arms and bed, she learned to be herself and to trust him. He hadn’t let her down, nor had he given her cause to not believe him. He was a tender and fierce lover. She didn’t know which man she was going to get until he unleashed either in their bed.

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