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

what he did. The beauty, the sexiness. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself, so most of the lessons were spent with him trying to show a certain amount of control. He simply didn’t have any.

When it came to Isabella, the moment she got naked, he had to be inside her, and now that he’d claimed her ass, he’d come to see she was rather partial to being fucked there.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. Pressing his lips against hers, he claimed a kiss before trailing down to her neck and biting down. “I want you to think of me all night. Think of me spreading your thighs wide and licking your pussy. I’m going to want you to come all over my face and not keep in any screams.” He trailed his lips down to the edge of her wrap, tracing his tongue against her full breast.

Tugging on the tie that kept the dress together, he let it fall open and admired the floral pink of her underwear. The sheer lace did nothing to hide her precious tits with her dark areolae and nipples. He cupped her pussy as he took one beaded nipple into his mouth through the lace.

Her moans filled the air. He wreaked havoc on her body, each touch heightening her need for him. He slid his fingers beneath her panties and touched her clit. He pinched the swollen bud until she cried out.

Just as quickly as he tortured her body for pleasure, giving her a tease of what was to come, he pulled away. He kissed the tip of her nose after he finished and she released a growl.

“That wasn’t fair,” she said.

He put her dress back into place and smiled, smoothing it down. “All through dinner, I want you to think about what I’m going to do to you when I get you home.”

“Why don’t we skip dinner and stay in?”

“And be rude? I wouldn’t dream of it.” He lifted her chin with a finger. “I’m going to be thinking about how good your pussy is going to taste as you ride my face. Later tonight, after I’ve filled your cunt with my spunk, I’m going to take your ass again. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Please, Klaus.”

“First, you need to be a good girl for me.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re so mean.”

“And you love it.” He kissed her lips, but it was chaste.

She licked her lips as he pulled away. Maybe tonight he’d have her on her knees.

He took her hand and led her out of the house, toward the waiting car. Before he climbed inside, he glanced over at his men. All of them were in position. They were on high alert for an attack. Normally when this happened, they had already felt the sting. Attacks and hits weren’t a waiting game, not when the warning had been given. Klaus wasn’t entirely sure what Lastra was waiting for. He’d even started to leave himself appearing vulnerable and yet, nothing.

Klaus sat in the back of the car with his wife, and Isabella grabbed his hands. “What’s going on?”

His instinct was to lie to her, but instead, he told her the truth. “There haven’t been any signs of a hit or anything of concern.”

“Could your guy have been wrong?”

“He’s never wrong.”

Isabella’s hand tightened around his. “What if my father called it off? Is that even possible?”

“Anything is possible, but he won’t. There’s no way he could do that now.”

“Why?”

“Too many people are aware of the hit. He’d be seen as a coward.”

“You shouldn’t have done what you did on our wedding night.” She nibbled on her lip. “He’d leave us alone.”

He cupped her cheek. “Don’t. Your father doesn’t deserve your hope nor your pity. The man is an asshole of the highest order, and I won’t have you thinking of him. Am I clear?”

“I’m not thinking of him.” She pressed her face against his palm. “It’s you I care about.”

“My men are the best. They’d sacrifice themselves for the family.”

“What if it happens tonight?” she asked. “I couldn’t bear it if anything happens to you. I’d rather we stay at home where I know you’re going to be safe.”

“Lastra won’t try anything tonight. If he does, everyone will know what happened and before the end of the night, the streets would run red with blood.” He didn’t mind going to war. Isabella’s life would be constantly at risk, but the moment he wiped out the Lastra name and everyone associated with it, the world would be a better place.

She breathed out. “I’ll never understand this need for war.”

“You’re not a man, and I’m thankful for that.”

She chuckled. “I still don’t like this. Please, do not leave me tonight.”

“I won’t.” He closed the distance and kissed her again.

In no time at all, they had arrived at Lastra’s vast estate. He held Isabella’s hand tight within his own. The slight shaking of her body had him tense.

“I’ve got you.”

“It’s not me I’m worried about.”

They rode down the long road, coming to a stop at the parking lot. There were several cars parked, and he noticed Lastra standing with his wife at the entrance.

It would be so easy for him to kill the bastard right now and be done with it.

His driver got out of the car and opened the door. All the while, Klaus was on high alert, and he didn’t let his wife go. Climbing out of the car, he held Isabella’s hand, helping her to keep some level of modesty.

“I see nothing, sir,” his driver said, whispering to him.

He nodded, and with his hand on his wife’s back, they walked toward her parents. Klaus didn’t give the asshole the satisfaction of looking anywhere else but forward. He tried to look for any sign, but Lastra’s mask was firmly in place.

Nothing could be given away.

“It’s so good of you to come. I take it your journey was pleasant?” Lastra asked.

“Of course,” he said.

Isabella’s mother moved forward and hugged her close. “I can’t