***ZANE’S POV***
Two Hours.
That’s fucking how long I spend in her with Sheriff Bianco, we don’t settle on whether he was worth killing or not, but at the end, his stupid little face was sent home.
I don’t care if Bratva Antonov gets his hands on him or not, he shouldn’t have interfered any way.
“I am going to check on my son, and then my wife,” I mutter and walk out of the room.
I take the stairs two at a time and by the time I walk in Dante’s bedroom, I find him sleeping in his crib and his pacifier in his mouth.
Lisa is on the couch sleeping and I frown. Walking to her, I call her name softly, but my voice coming out as gruff as it could get.
“Lisa? Get up girl, go and sleep in your bedroom,” I mouth out gently.
She stirs a little out of place, but then she sees me and smiles politely at me.
“Mr. Vincenzo, do you need anything?” she whispers looking around as if anything is amiss.
“I don’t need anything and Dante is asleep. It is late now, go to bed,” I say politely, glaring at her.
She nods and grabs her night jacket, pulling it tighter to her chest.
“Good night,” she murmurs grabbing the monitor to Dante’s room.
“Good night, Lisa. I will turn off the lights. Just go now,” I say.
Nodding, she scurries away and I return to my son’s side of the bed, my eyes not leaving his for a second.
He needs protection now than ever.
His curly blonde hair reminds me a lot of his mother’s own. Pure white heads.
Dante’s cheeks are pink, almost red, and if not for my masculine genes that went down to him, he would have been a little replica of London.
Well, she keeps arguing that he looks like me. That’s a lie, he looks like her more than anything.
“You need to be careful now, Zane, laying in bed with the Bratva is bad news. I might have gotten a head start with those assholes; Enzo and Riley Antonov but now, it’s crazy with their father being involved.
What got to me is that mouth of his he used to threaten my son.
“Mine!” I breathe out angrily.
Brushing Dante’s hair from his face, I bend down from the waist and kiss his forehead.
“Daddy will always protect you and Mama, little Champion,” I mouth out frankly before walking out of the room.
I send a text to Reaper asking him and Sinner to take turn on guarding Dante’s room while I get some sleep.
When I open the door, I catch a glimpse of my wife fidget on the bed and I think I have missed something out.
The main lights are out, but there is enough light coming from the TV that I know London isn’t sleeping.
A family cartoon movie is playing but that isn’t what catches my attention, rather, it is the sound of London’s shallow breathing that makes me know that she is not sleeping.
She is sleeping on her back and her thighs are slightly opened and I frown.
Touching her, she shudders and the pink hue on her cheeks deepen as she shrieks. When I reach the mount of hair on her pussy and slide my finger into her folds, she releases a loud moan and when my eyes catches hers, she flips them close again.
Ignoring her little game, I rub my hands around London’s clit, and it is warm and full as if my naughty wife had been playing with it.
Since she wants to play with herself, I will give her a show to rely on.
Pushing her thighs apart, I rub her clits together between my thumb and fore finger while my free hand grasp her breast, fumbling with her nipples.
The goal is to tease her enough to push her off the edge, but only me knows my wife isn’t coming.
Hell no, she can’t pleasure herself against my order.
I increase the pace on my hand, making sure to keep my hands only on the sensitive parts of her body.
Soon enough, my needy wife was pumping her hips upward, but still refusing to open her eyes to see me.
When I feel her reach her climax, I deep a finger in her and pump gently, as she starts coming, I remove my hands from her body.
A long guttural sound that is part beast and part starvation makes me stare directly at London’s wounded expression.
“I was so close, Daddy. I was going to cum,” she barks out.
“You have been a bad girl touching what belongs to me when I asked you to watch a movie and relax,” I tell her.
“You took so long to get here, I was horny,” she barks out.
“I don’t care how long I was away for, you had to wait,” I tell her, feeling pissed off.
“Please make me cum,” she begs.
“No,” I tell her.
She sighs, then, reaches to touch her clit. Instantly, I growl and snap above her, pushing her legs apart and grabbing each side of her hands, I position the above her head.
“Don’t tempt me,” I warn.
“Make me cum then, because my fingers still work perfectly,” she bids out.
I look at her and lifting my hand, I spank her pussy and she squeals out in pain, but then, she bucks her hips upward, and I know she is loving this.
I spank her pussy a couple of times and London is writhing with pain now. When I look between us, the glistening pooling out of her legs make me wonder if my little wife actually love acts like this.
Pain makes her crave for more. She wants more when she is exposed to such things.
“Is this what you want? My hand spanking your pussy?” I ask.
She nods. “Yes, Daddy. It feels so good. Please, make me cum,” she cries out softly.
“No,” I order and she moans aloud, causing my cock to stir hard in my trousers.