***ZANE’S POV***
I know I sound like a fucking psychopath who is also a wife-beater but right now I don’t give a fuck.
Walking towards the car, I open the door and flashing my eyes at London, I order her.
“Get in the fucking car,” I muttered harshly beneath my breath.
London grumbles back and she shifts, but then, she slides into the car fuming.
Reaper drawls and Sinner chuckles as he enters the car.
The rest of my men get into their respective cars and we drive off. Throughout the way home, we don’t utter a word and the moment we pull out of Rio’s mansion, he pulls out and rushes to his house.
By the time I get a hold of my wife and drag her to the house, I find a sobbing Mia in Rio’s arms. She breaks from her husband’s arm and rushes to me.
“I am sorry, Zane. I swear I took me out because I served as a resistance to them,” she says crying harder.
“Hush, Mia, this is not your fault, I understand that,” I murmur in her hair, hoping she believes me.
Mia has a short conversation with London before I drag her to our wing and close the damn door shut.
It is late, I am tired and I almost got exploded in a war I fucking have no part in. To crown it up, my boy has been kidnapped on his fucking birthday.
Anger, rage, and despair fill my vision as I stare at London.
“Go have a bath and get into bed. You smell like motor oil,” I say.
When London works on autopilot, I feel a string of disappointment tug at my heart at the fact that London isn’t arguing with me.
I don’t say anything else to her and in the next twenty minutes, the water is running, I hear my wide take the longest bath of her life and when she walks out, a white towel around her waist, she looks like sin and ready to corrupt.
Walking past her, I stop my cock hard and protruding. London doesn’t go anywhere, she is just transfixed, her head on the ground.
I literally stole one glance from her to know what I was going to do next.
“Fuck it,” I spit out before grabbing London swiftly by the waist and hauling her towards my chest.
London squirms, but she wraps her legs around my thick waist, and taking off her towel, I line my cock with her pussy and dig deep into her.
This isn’t me making love to my wife, hell no. It is Zane Vincenzo fucking the woman he loves enough to marry.
I know marrying London came with a lot of baggage and trauma but I am ready to face them all, I will fight my wife’s demons.
“Please, Zane, please,” she begs, and leaning her over my vanity table, I grab her ass right in the air and pistol harder.
“Let me hear you say those words, baby,” I say grinding harder into her pussy.
“Fuck me. Punish me, Zane. I will take your cock over that look of disappointment you gave me earlier,” she says crying.
“Look at me,” I growl using my hold on her neck to make her look at me through the mirror.
Her eyes are unfocused but she is staring at me.
“Am I fucking you like a man whose son got kidnapped?” I ask knowing the answer already.
She shakes her head and slaps her ass. The thwack sound makes me harder.
“Words, London. I heard how slutty you sounded earlier, make me hear that same tone again,” I grit out kissing her neck.
London’s pussy walls start gripping my shaft in a hard way and I know she is going to cum just yet.
“Fuck no. You fuck me like a man who thinks this will make our baby come back,” she cries out, punishing her buttocks.
Pushing her ass in my hands this time, I hit a different angle and transparent water pours into my pussy, begging for release.
“ZANE!!!! I am squirting,” London blurted out sounding so sure of herself.
The little of her decency falls away and I see that little vulnerable woman I got married to.
Continuing rubbing my thumb inside of her, London explodes in my fingers as I follow behind her, shaking with my cum.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she says like the good girl that she is.
I have stopped being the disciplinarian because I thought London had changed, well, she just showed me that if she leaves me, my baby will go with her. And she might not even give a fuck about what happens to him.
Grabbing London again, I carry her to the bathroom and start the shower.
“I just had my bath,” she cries out.
“And you got dirty again, London. Now, stop complaining and keep me company,” I beg her.
London sighs sweetly and gets into the water with me.
I take care of my wife, and then myself, and when I put her on the sink and bend my head to her pussy, it is wet and dripping.
“My little slut never gets tired of cumming, does she? Tell me who owns this pussy?” I question.
“You. Make me cum again please,” she begs as I trail a path into her thighs and then, her wet spot.
“Of course, baby,” I say slipping my fingers into her tight pussy.
“Mine,” I bite out nipping her pussy lips.
“Yours,” she replies as her orgasm starts building in her.
I smile and when I blow down her, London cums with a whimpering sound deafening me.
“That’s it, baby, your body was made for me and let nobody tell you the contrary,” I say assuringly.
Wrapping London in a soft towel, I carry her to the bed and wrap our naked bodies together, discarding the towels aside.
“Daddy, we should talk about Dante…” London says.
“Shhhhh! Tonight is just about you. Go to bed honey,” I say placing delicate kisses behind her neck and her shoulder blades.