“What do you want to do, Bella? Don’t play games with me.”
Talking dirty didn’t come naturally to her as it did to Klaus. “I want your cock … in my mouth.”
He smirked now, stalking closer. With a firm hand, he held the back of her head and immediately guided her mouth to his now full erection. He was well-endowed. “Open, Bella. Take your man.”
She accepted him in her mouth. His dick was hot and smooth, like silk over steel. She swirled her tongue around the thick head, and he groaned.
“Don’t bite, baby. Take it all.”
Having Klaus at her mercy, watching his body stiffen with need, was an aphrodisiac. She sucked him, holding the root of his cock as she bobbed her head over his length. Over and over, she savored him, giving him as much pleasure as he gave her on a daily basis. He became rougher, guiding her head. His growls seemed magnified in the enclosed bathroom, echoing off the walls.
His hands fisted in her hair, the sting only spurring her on. Klaus needed this release, needed to understand she didn’t blame him for what happened last night.
“I’m going to come, baby.” His voice was rough, the sound settling between her legs. He moved to pull away, but she wouldn’t have it. She wanted to taste him, to swallow him down.
Isabella wasn’t naïve enough to think men didn’t care one way or another. She wanted to give this to Klaus, to show him how much she loved him. His body tensed and his cock grew even harder before he ejaculated down her throat. The saltiness mixed with the tart flavor. His erection pulsed on and on, his hands still securing her head.
When he finally pulled away, she looked up at him, still kneeling on the floor.
“You’re incredible.” He helped her up to her feet, then hoisted her onto the stone counter.
“I love you, Klaus.”
The look in his eyes said it all. He brushed the hair off her face, staring at her with pure adoration. Her heart fluttered.
“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” he said. “I was reluctant about an arranged marriage, especially with a Lastra girl. But I couldn’t have chosen a better wife. I’ll love you until the day I die.”
She hoped that wouldn’t be sooner rather than later. Klaus’s heart beat with revenge, and she knew it, silently condoned it. She had to have faith in her husband. He had a reputation for a reason, and she had to believe she’d be safe every time he left their home.
“I wish we were normal.”
He smirked. “No, you don’t.”
Maybe he was right. She wanted them safe, wanted her father to stay the hell away from them. But she loved her bad boy. Loved his tattoos, his scars, his hard-earned muscles. She wouldn’t change anything about him.
“I have to go to work for a few hours. You need to stay home.”
She narrowed her eyes. “What’s going on?”
“Until this blows over, I won’t have you in harm’s way. You’re marked. I won’t lose you.”
Isabella could argue, but he was right. She nodded her agreement.
He kissed her, softly and thoroughly. She reopened her eyes as he pulled away. It was time for him to get ready for work, and that meant hours of worry, wondering if he’d come home. She wished they could be on their honeymoon again, an endless fantasy where they never had to return to reality.
Isabella was in the kitchen making oatmeal on the stove when Klaus came down the stairs in one of his custom suits. Her body continued to react every time she saw those broad shoulders and that powerful frame in a suit. She still remembered the first day she met him at her family home. At the time, she’d wanted to hate him, but deep down, she’d been lovesick after just one look.
His cell phone rang and he answered.
“Really? That’s good. We can use that to our advantage. Don’t let anyone else know, understand?” He pocketed his phone, but his face was stoic.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
Klaus tapped his fingers on the counter. “Your father thinks you’re dead.”
“What do you mean?”
“Renzo did some digging. They’re saying I fucked up. That you’re dead because I couldn’t protect you.”
She didn’t need another single detail. Her father was so easy to read. He wanted Klaus humiliated. Wanted the entire underworld to point fingers because he couldn’t protect his own wife. Meanwhile, it was her own father who’d planned her death. Planned this entire outcome.
The mix of rage and betrayal waged war in her heart and mind. She wanted her father dead, but then she thought of her mother and brothers. How could she live with herself? Then again, her father was a heartless bastard and didn’t deserve a family. He’d single-handedly ruined her life, making sure to tear down her self-esteem every chance he got.