***ZANE’S POV***
“I want to come with you to the club tonight,” London says as I lead the way into the bedroom, her fair blonde hair twirling around, causing waves as she trots behind me.
I stand in my walk in closet, pulling out the clothes I will wear for the club and wouldn’t disturb me taking out Richie out.
He is the last lose scroll left, once he is done with, there will be nothing else to bring a turf war unless his kins aren’t good to leave the town alone.
They don’t belong here, this is Vincenzo territory.
“Zane?” London urges when I don’t reply.
Turning slowly, I spare her one of my dangerous glares that is reserved for little girls.
“No, baby. You need to stay at home. Watch a movie with the girls, bond with our son, I will be done and home before you figure it out,” I blurts out.
“This man hurt me. His sons caused me to be traumatized for a while, he hurt my husband too,” she breaks out.
I know this is just anger but London shouldn’t get into this lifestyle.
“You aren’t going and that is the end of the matter. Leave it like that,” I warn her.
“And you, what makes you better than me?” she shouts and I glare over my shoulder, watching her a few steps from me.
Since I made her cum yesterday in the restaurant and again when we came home, I thought I would even her out.
But after telling her I was going to finish things with Richard Antonov, London thinks she has the ticket to follow me.
This is not drama and I don’t want her to witness the evil side of me, especially when I am taking it out on a man who had hurt me.
I could transform into a beast then.
“I’m done on this matter,” I exhale turning back to grab a t-shirt.
I guess London doesn’t love my words because she starts cussing and spewing all kinds of their and profanity at me.
“You chauvinistic pig. You know you are not better than me, Zane. I can kill a man. Yes, I would hurt you to if you ever do any stupid shit with me and…” I had heard enough, I kept checking out for my jean trousers and then, my men shoes.
I needed something that kept me comfortable while I became the enforcer of my family.
They know better not to cross lines with any Vincenzo from now on because I am making it clear.
I ignore her but from the glass mirror in front of me, I watch how London angrily stomps out of the closet room.
Whatever the fuck my wife is up to I better check on her.
Rushing out of the closet, I don’t see her in the bedroom, but then, the bathroom door clicks and before I can place each sound, I hear loud things breaking.
Rushing to the door, I open it and intuition causes me to dug my head as a bottle of shampoo flashes over my head.
Anger creases through me. I am furious, and it this stage, I want to stop her before she injures herself.
“London, fucking stop,” I growl crossing the bathroom to her and wrap her arms around her waist and pulling her back against mine.
“No. Let me go, you asshole,” she gnarls.
“You are being bratty and I wouldn’t hesitate to punish you when you throw a tantrum like this,” I warn her.
“Fuck you,” she shouts at me.
I cock a brow upward and she breathes through her nose, her face contorting to throw me off.
If she thinks she is anything but cute then that is where she is lying because she looks pretty, with her pouty lips that would soon be begging me to stop fucking her mouth.
“You asked for it, little girl,” I mouth and grabbing her hair, I pull her head backward.
With my free hand, I teat her t-shirt all the way down and then, I twist her peak nipple, giving each a hard pinch.
When she screams, I kick her feet open and press myself into her space.
“You are not…” she cries out.
“You asked for this. If words wouldn’t shut you up, my cock will,” I blurt out and I run my jeans over her thin fabric covering her body.
“Fuck you,” she screams harder, taunting me.
“Of course, London, I am going to fuck you. I would pleasure you every single time and then as punishment, not let you cum,” I bark out.
Her eyes open as if I had just given her a punch in the throat.
“You wouldn’t dare. I would make myself cum, Zane, don’t dare me,” she spits out.
I’m mad at her now, and she will soon discover that causing me to be angry is a bad thing because she will know her body belongs to me.
I help her out of her tiny shorts and panties at ones.
Rubbing my fingers through her slits, I feel how wet she is, and I ignore my burning cock ready to break in my trousers.
“Zane, that has no effect on me. Don’t even dare…,” she trails off when I push three fingers into her greedy cunt. She cries out and I smirk at her, raising my brows quizzically.
“Do you want to try that again?” I demand before pushing her to the room.
Pushing her on the bed, she whimpers heavily and as I grab each side of her hands I tie them behind her back.
Pushing my hand into the cupboard, I pick out my hairbrush and pulling her over my knees, she doesn’t expect the blows I start landing on her butt.
London cries out softly, and I stop.
“When do I stop?” I ask her gently, but my voice comes out in a harsh way.
“When… You fuck offf,” she states and I spank her six times, sharing the blows on each butt.
“Wrong anger, try again,” I warn and pushing my finger on her clit, I rub it fiercely.
London cries out softly, rubbing her pussy on my thigh.
This time, I let her have small respite before I call her out on it, spanking her some more.
“Answer the question,” I blurt out.
Gasping, the pain and the steam between her legs becoming unbearable, when she speaks, it feels like she would break.
“We stop when the pain is unbearable. Now, please make me cum,” she whines out softly and rubbing harder on her clit, she is a second close to cumming.
I pull out.
“Daddy,” she cries out.
At the mention of that name, I return to spanking her gently, I want her to know this isn’t a fucking joke, her butt belongs to me, every fragile bit of her is mine and I own it.
“London?” I question lightly and she stares at me with bright eyes.
I thought for a moment she was unconscious, but she was just taking her punishment like the brat that she is.
“Should I stop?” I ask.
“I want to cum, please make me cum, daddy,” she begs.
“That’s because you asked me nicely,” I tell her and throwing the brush aside, I make her cum.
Vibrating over me, she releases herself from me and turning around to face me, her wraps her arms around my neck and starts dry humping me.
“You weren’t supposed to cum,” I tell her not mad at her that I made her cum.
“I am sorry, Daddy, but the feeling was so strong, I couldn’t resist,” she mouths hugging tightly around my neck.
“Hush! It still doesn’t stop the fact that it changes the argument we had before this,” I tell her,” her heart muffles for a little and she looks absurd.
“I can do it. I can kill someone,” she says, then when I gaze down at her boldly, her look wavers and she breaks down crying.
“No, Daddy, I can’t. I can’t hurt anyone. I wouldn’t even hurt anybody for the benefit of doubt,” she cries, soaking the front of my shirt.
“Shh! I know you wouldn’t do that. You need to calm down now, I don’t want you injuring my baby,” I tell her creating space between us and rubbing her belly gently.
“Can we make love before you live?” she asks her voice plain.
I know I can’t deny shit for my own life, thus, I accept it, and she creeps closer to me, making sure that I have her positioned perfectly well over my cock.
“Yes, baby. My cock might be mine but you own it. Ride me, baby. Fuck my cock like you would want me to fuck you,” I say and her eyes brighten.
London doesn’t waste anytime after that, we make love. We have hot sex, and I know I shouldn’t let her cum, that will make me a Daddy who can’t keep to his words, but who cares?
My baby needs to cum as many times as possible.
A happy London means I caused it.