Bred by the Mafia Monster (Breeding Season Book 7) by Sam Crescent (top 10 ebook reader .TXT) 📗

He had every intention of killing the bastard, but not before it was time. First, he needed to slowly break the man. It would start with each business he took over. Carmello wasn’t getting away with a quick death. Not at his hands.

No, he intended for it to be long, slow, and painful. He was going to make sure Carmello paid for each and every insult, every bruise. Glancing out the window of their beachside villa he’d purchased for their honeymoon, he saw Isabella walking across the shoreline.

Many men didn’t take an extended honeymoon, but he wanted some time alone with his new wife where the whispers of his reputation hadn’t followed. She looked like a siren. The white dress she wore had beautiful red roses. Her raven hair had been pulled back at the nape of her neck, and curls fell around her pretty face. He was completely captivated by her.

They’d been on their honeymoon for three days, and this was the longest they’d been apart. He couldn’t find a single reason to not be balls deep inside her tight pussy. He’d been fucking her nonstop because he simply wanted to.

His appetite for her refused to die or even to ease. He was desperate for her all the time. Even now, as he watched her after finishing his business, he was hard for her again. The way she screamed his name. The tightness of her cunt wrapped around him.

He’d gotten word that morning her father was planning something. He needed to be ready when he got back to their real life. This wasn’t a war the old man was after, this was something else.

Pocketing his cell phone, he made his way past their villa, going to the secluded gate that led out to the beach. His men nodded to him as he passed. He ignored them and instead went straight to his wife.

If she thought she was alone, she was very much mistaken. No matter where they went, they would be followed. There was no room for them to enjoy life, no room at all.

She bent down, inspecting a seashell. As he cleared his throat, she turned and smiled at him.

A giggle spilled from her lips and she ran toward him, throwing her arms around him. He wrapped his around her, lifting her and spinning her around. Such sweet innocence.

“Did you get all of your business concluded?” she asked.

“I got most of it done. There’s still more to do when we get home.”

The smile that had been on her face fell. “Do we have to go home?”

“No, what makes you think that?” he asked.

“Oh, it’s just … well, business is far more important than this.”

He cupped her face. “No, this is far more important than business. I have people in place taking care of everything. It’s why the world invented brothers.”

She chuckled, but her smile had lost that sparkle, and he fucking hated it. She had an insanely beautiful smile. One he’d been so shocked by when she’d turned it toward him. He’d been completely struck by her. His woman didn’t smile nearly enough, and he’d made it his mission to make sure he found some way to make her smile, even for a little bit.

He tilted her head back. “Why are you sad?”

“I’m not sad.”

“What have I told you about lying to me?” he asked.

She rolled her eyes, and he had the sweetest temptation to take her over his knee and spank her ass, not out of anger, out of sheer hunger.

Stroking his fingers down her cheek, he gripped the back of her neck, pulling her closer. “You test me, Bella.” He slammed his lips down on hers and she moaned, wrapping her arms around him as he bit her lip, sucking it into his mouth.

“I’m not lying to you. I’m not sad, but you shouldn’t lie to me.”

This made him pause now. “And how am I lying to you?”

“I know how important you are to everyone. I’ve been raised to know that business comes first and even though this is incredible and I’m having the best time of my life, I know we’ve got to go back. Our life doesn’t give us this freedom for long, if at all.” She rested her hands against his chest.

“Babe, we’re not leaving here for two weeks.”

“But that’s such a long time. Isn’t that like, dog years in our world?” she asked.

He laughed. “Anyone ever tell you how cute you are?”

She shook her head. “Nope. I have my own reputation, remember?”

He grabbed her ass, pulling her close, squeezing the plump cheeks. “Do I look like I give a fuck about what people said about you? If they’ve got a problem, they come to me.” He took possession of her mouth once again. He was too fucking aroused. His cock was rock hard. No woman had ever driven him this crazy with need. He’d always been in control, even as a young man. Sex was something he used for control, not anything else.

Taking Isabella’s hand, he led her back toward the gate, closing it and then moving her to press her against the wall beside it. Lifting her hands, he pinned them above her head. His men knew to look the other way. To not even dare to look at his woman. If they did, he was going to fuck them up.

Isabella was all his.

This possessive feeling he had to deal with was all knew to him. He wasn’t used to feeling this way about a woman, and yet here he was, hungry, desperate, and ready to take her.

He wanted her so badly.

Reaching behind her, he pulled at the catch of her dress, helping the fabric to spill down to her waist. Her generous hips kept it in place.

“I feel I should ban bras,” he said, flicking the catch and removing it from her. He couldn’t stand to see her body covered.

Cupping the mounds, he pressed them together, his thumb going