***ZANE’S POV***
I have to admit that fucking London with a hairbrush handle should be added as one of my fucking wins.
It makes my skin itch and my entire body tighten with perspiration, and that is the most I have to do before my cock burst out into a rough mess right now.
“Zane! I am going to cum,” she murmurs.
“You don’t get to cum when you are a bad girl,” I tell her.
I had left her to sleep out last night, finding it difficult to believe that most of my night was spent hearing her soft sniffles from across the hall.
Her heart had wanted to go to her, to tell her I was sorry, to make sure she was alright, but I had to hold back. Fuck! I don’t know why I had done that, but it seemed to be the best.
I kept thumping in and out of her slick pussy, watching her crying, as much as she has tears in her eyes, I see the desire in her eyes, those wet pools of blue eyes make a lot of difference, and it makes me want to hold out to her even more than it is necessary.
I edge London close to the point of falling down the edge and I pull the handle all the way out.
“Oh, Daddy!” she cries out, leaning against the sink, panting heavily.
No way she was going to involve those kinds of natural thoughts, my body heated up with pressure, I wanted to give her everything I ever owed, she deserved so much better.
“Get ready, London, my cum is about to run down both holes of yours,” I let out, spanking her butt lightly.
“Ouch!” she moans seductively.
In one heavy thrust, I impale her, she opens her mouth to a dry scream. I don’t hear anything, and then, the room is filled with little whimpers, she keeps crying, pleasure mixed with lust.
“Mine,” I growl, hitting her soft spot.
“I have you, Zane, you are all I want. All I ever need. Punish me, Daddy,” she mutters.
As I toughen up my game, I pull out of her sleek insides and as she moans, a small chuckle leaves my lips, causing me to laugh.
“Don’t, more please,” I beg.
Her constant begging twitches my cock, if I don’t grab on to something, I swear, I am going to lose my shit in this space right now. I circle my arms around each side of London, and I close my eyes, taking large breaths of air, trying to regulate the air I breathe.
“This ass is mine,” I murmur, placing light kisses on the trail of her neck.
“Hummm! Yours, Zane. All yours,” she lets out.
As wet as my cock could get, I put my entire length on her, making sure that I go in gently. When I am sated, I start throbbing inside her, making her feel me, touch me, crave me.
“Ow! I love you, Daddy. Thank you for punishing me,” she states.
I have never seen her this excited over me punishing her. She is always the rebellious little nymph that wants to get away with things.
It is not the usual, but I so much as hell love her, I adore her just as much as anything on earth.
When I cum, I give her the gift of coming with me.
“London, never you run away from me, I mean it,” I tell her.
She keeps nodding. As I pull her towards the bathtub, I ensure that everything is alright, she makes these little purring sounds that will cut my head off with how gentle she makes it.
“I think I need a bath,” she screeches, looking at all my cream pie on her legs.
I chuckle but harden my features all at once.
“No, I love knowing that you have my cock in you and if we weren’t already married, I would be focusing on breeding you right fucking now,”
The shock I see on London’s face makes me smile gently.
“Get some rest, little girl, breakfast will be ready when you wake up,” I say, laying a small placating kiss on her forehead.
The moan makes me know she is contented, and I wait until I hear the faded snores coming out from her parted lips. I pull the duvet over her and walk out of the room.
I have a makeshift office, thus, I walk in there making sure that I know everything I want, need or even envision is here.
I need to make a call to Reaper, I need to also talk to Rio Monteleo.
“How is honeymoon, Boss?” Reaper asks trying to lighten the mood.
“Fine. How are the clubs?” I inquire knowing that he will tell me anything that happens, especially if it goes as planned or not.
We chat for a while, Reaper telling me everything he thinks I want to hear, there is no need to plan a quick return visit, thus, I relax on my desk, sighing.
London is stressing me out, and as her husband, I am trying hard to keep my wife in lin
Other than that, the mountain is peaceful, I try to relax, making sure that I can hear if London is awake or a call from nature, which is very crucial at this point.
*
I had a deeper talk with Rio and we talked about business.
“There is a one-week meeting in Sicily. We are all expected to be there for the meeting,” he tells me.
That means I have to cut my honeymoon short. With London, I can never trust her to be good when I am not around, and now, going to another country, I don’t fucking know how she is going to take that shit.
It might turn out well, but the what-ifs are going to keep me on the fucking edge all the time.
“That’s okay, I have the house at home, I bet it is the distraction my wife and I need, especially as it is home to me. The drug Lords should attend, and whatever problems we have with the enemies, should be put to rest before it gets out of hand,” I instruct.
The four Vincenzo families are coming for a reunion, I can’t wait to meet all the people who didn’t attend my marriage because of distance.
“I have to admit it, Zane, I think we will all find out what Don Vincenzo wants us to know,” he cackles, the sound gritting on my sound balls.
I huff and disconnect the call.
In a week or so, I will be going to Italy with my wife.
I see the number of times I have to put London in line because of the atrocities she is committing. Well, I may just lay a small set of rules for her, warning to make her butt pay for her.
I try to relax but I just can’t with a beautiful woman sleeping next to me.
As I walk to the bedroom next door, I see London sleeping, I climb into bed beside her and pulling her close to me, I sleep.
***LONDON’S POV***
The small vibrating sound wakes me up and as I look at my phone, the one Zane had bought for me, but I still have the sim card Micah had registered for me, I slide out of Zane’s grasp, walking away to answer it.
Zane hadn’t said much about owning me, nor did he stir in his sleep.
I rush outside, the cold air hitting my face.
“Hello?” I mouth out confused about who is calling me.
“My dirty slut, you thought you could run away from me and not get punished?”
I hear the unmistakable sound of Oliver’s voice.
“What do you want from me? I paid your money as you wanted, now, leave me alone,” I bark out.
I hear his snicker and my blood boils.
“You owe me a lot, you slut. And unless you want me to take everything dear to you, London, I bet you wouldn’t want to cross paths with me now,” he says.
I have tears pulling down my cheeks, but I hold my breath with a fear that wants to choke me to death.
I look at the call and notice that it has been disconnected.
My skin crawls under my body, I want to say something, shout, cuss, but I keep my cool, holding at my own as much as I can.
As my phone starts ringing, I still have blurry eyes and I don’t see who is calling, so I start blabbing.
“What do you want, Asshole?” I shoot out the question.
“Hey, little Tiger, calm down, I didn’t do anything wrong, I hear Michael’s voice ring through the phone.
Embarrassment clouds my face as I notice who has just called.
“I am sorry, Mike, I didn’t know it was you. What do you want?” I inquired, looking back at my shoulders, hoping that Zane wasn’t eavesdropping on me.
I don’t know why the need to answer calls makes me feel like a creep here, but it is just how I feel, and in the end, it doesn’t really matter.
“I heard you are in Montana, well, I happen to be there for a short time. Do you want to pop out and hang out with me? We need to discuss,” he says.
This time, I really feel shivers running down my spine.
There is something Michael wants to discuss with me? I am a married woman, and with Zane breathing down my neck, I bet he will even let me go anywhere.
“Alright, at least, that will be at five p. m. There is a supermarket there after the Post, so be on time. I will try and be discreet,” I tell him.
He chuckles lightly and then, the call comes to an end.
I have a feeling that this day is about to turn worse. Right now, I have to convince Zane to let me go, I am his wife and not his prisoner. If only I could drive, I would have taken his truck to town, and come back with an apology.
I could do that, but the risk of being pulled aside from driving like a crazy ass lunatic is much and I don’t have a driving license. It just gets worse.
Slipping my phone into my pocket, I hurry with it inside the house, hide it, and enter the bathroom, bathing.
Zane was still sleeping, and I wondered if he hadn’t just been eavesdropping on me.
Splashing the cold water on my body, I pull my head under the spray, letting the cold water splash on my skin, I need to get my hormones moving, they need to work if I want to survive leaving the house without a hot mountain man down my trail.
As I feel my arms wrapped around my waist, I panic, opening my eyes. I see Zane, his body naked and he joins me in the spray of water.
“You weren’t in bed when I woke up. I hate that,” he complains.
I try hard to regulate my breath, it works, or so I thought, but then, Zane’s nose nozzles the side of my neck. I like it, it makes me feel alive, I want more of that.
“Hummm!” I say as I use soap to put on a sponge, scrubbing Zane with it.
I make sure there is enough moose on his hair, it makes it sleek and my hands can pass through it with ease. That is nice.
“Come on, London!” he prompts.
“I am sorry, Zane, but I needed to bathe, I was already too caked in your cum,” I lie easily through my teeth.
It was the partial truth though, but I just needed the cold water to help me relax. Well, I failed woefully because I ended up being stressed out and nervous.
I was thinking about the things Mike wanted to say to me, and if it was worth risking what I have with Zane to meet him, in the end, I just had to comply.
“I will accept your apology after I have a taste of your sweet pussy,” he mouths and I giggle.
A very feminine sound to my own ears.