***ZANE’S POV***
I know I just have the right amount of time with London before I have to face reality, thus, I make every minute special.
“Not so fast, little girl. I want a longer kiss,” I mouth grabbing her throat and squeezing it gentler, and when she scratches my hand, signaling that it is enough, I comply, shifting my hand from her neck.
“I’m not near done with the things I want to do to you, London,” I swear out following her to the bed and climbing in.
London is already ordering home delivery and her cheeks flush at the mere thought of it.
“Zane, hush! They can hear you,” she cries out, her cheeks darkening in colors and the smile that stretches out my features is one to note as predatory.
“Come here, now,” I bark out the order, and London skimpers towards the bed and slides in beside me.
“Excess cheese and pepperoni on one, and mushroom with excess diced bologna on the other. The extra toppings are a must, please,” she finishes, not forgetting her manners of being nice.
London turns towards me and smiles warmly.
“Your card number, please,” she demands and I reach out for it as if my body was in a trance and London could control it with the way she spoke.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she replies.
The pizza comes and we spend quality time waiting and drinking.
We put the leftovers in the fridge where London started snickering over it.
“No cold pizza slices,” I warn her softly.
“Yes, Daddy,” she says and pulls her back farther into mine.
“Tomorrow, I am taking you to the hospital, I need to make sure you and the baby are alright,” I say, rather than ask.
“No, you are not. The baby is fine, you are the one who needs checking out,” London is sharp to respond.
“Watch your tone little girl,” I warn softly.
“Or you will spank me into submission. Yes, Daddy. That is getting old,” she spits out twisting until her face is completely turned to glare at mine.
I would normally spank her now, but she might be right, she wouldn’t obey if I forced her. Which is what is about to happen.
“I will tie you in the morning and take you to the hospital tomorrow. You can explain to the patients why your husband wrapped you up like a gift and walked right into a hospital,” I mutter, laying down her only other option, one I am prepared to do if she doesn’t respect herself.
“You wouldn’t dare do that, Zane. That is disastrous and I am not a fucking baby,” she grits her teeth at me.
I hold the side of her face and kiss the side of her lips holding on to her for support.
“No, you are not, honey. Act like one,” I reply, gazing into those never-ending pools of green eyes.
“Let’s get some sleep, bunny,” I say to her.
Complying, London lies beside me, and the room downs in solitude. I switch sides a few times and then, London speaks, amazing me by that.
“What will you do to that man, Zane?” she asks gently, her voice mild with sleep.
Brushing strands of hair off her forehead, I think of a good way to reply without sounding off.
“Kill him. But not after torturing him for a long while. I don’t think the world needs bastards like him, I would only be giving them grounds to know that I can’t kill my enemy. They would come harder at me then,” I say.
I wait for the other shoe to drop, for my wife to judge me, but it means I don’t know my wife as well as I believe to do.
“I want to kill him myself,” she spits out.
My eyes must have looked like saucers at how shocked I was because London giggled, a clear indication that she was enjoying herself at my expense.
I flip her on her back and push her hands above her head. With my knee, I spread her legs, making room for myself.
“I’ll spank you until you can sit for a week if you ever mutter those words again,” I warn her my voice nothing but business.
“You can kill people, why can’t I?” I shoot out.
“Because I make the mafia, not you,” I bite out at her.
London gasps in shock.
I groan in displeasure.
“That’s chauvinistic to put it like that,” she spits out.
“I know. I am sorry about that,” I clear out to her, starting to disengage my position.
When London’s slender arms wrap around my neck, I frown a little, wondering what is up with her.
“That’s it? You would pin me like this and not fuck me?” she whines, boosting her hips forward and grinding herself above me.
“Stop. You are going to make me fuck you,” I spit out.
“You should do so. I want that for myself too,” she exhales, and as I slide my fingers into her cunt, I feel how wet they are for me.
“Needy, huh? You pretty little girl. Beg for it,” I say rubbing my cock over her clit, drawing her further to me.
“Please, Daddy,” she moans.
“I would leave if you are not ready,” I bark out slowing the pace of my thrust on her pussy.
“No. Don’t, please. Daddy fuck me. Use my body like your toy,” she cries huffing.
“There we are. I want you to keep your legs above your head, I don’t want to have to tie them,” I tell her.
“I promise I won’t touch you,” she stifles out and I thrust into her.
“Zane!” London moans out wrapping her legs around my waist.
I fuck her with energy, I wrap her hands above her head in one hand, dominating her body.
“Please, Daddy, kiss me,” she pleads and I crash my lips down on hers.
Our bodies blend in perfect unison. She fights for dominance, but I am the one in control here. I fuck her with vigor, I make sure she knows I am the dominant here.
“I’m going to cum,” I warn.
“Cum in me, Daddy, please,” she begs and I huff, digging hot cum into her tight little pussy.