Captivated by the deadly mafia boss

Nicole

It’s been a week since my last doctor appointment where I was given the all clear for any and all physical activities. I’m going to crawl out of my skin if Jakub doesn’t act soon.

For the last six weeks he’s been relentless with figuring out the perfect amount of overbearing I’ll tolerate. Turns out I can deal with a lot of his overprotective ways. Except this one.

He’s locked away my vibrator along with all of his little toys. Under the pretense he wants me to rest and not overextend myself, he’s demanded I remain chaste while I heal. I tried once to take liberties with my fingers, thinking I’d be quiet and he’d never find out. But that man is like a hound when it comes to me stepping one toe over the line. He walked into our bedroom, marched straight over to the bed where I’d been tucked away to rest, and yanked back the covers. His lips went thin and his eyebrow arched to a perfect peak when he found my hand stuffed down my panties between my thighs. At record speed he had my wrists bound to the bed on either side of me. I had just enough room to be comfortable and not hurt my ribs, but not enough slack to be able to touch myself. I haven’t made any attempts since.

“Have anything planned for today?” Jakub, my husband who has to have the worst case of blue balls by now, asks with his easy demeanor as he cruises into the kitchen.

I swallow down the last bite of scrambled eggs from my plate.

“I want to go back to work,” I say, watching his expression. This statement has to get some sort of rise out of him. Work has been another of his hardline issues.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“I think that’s a good idea. You’ve been lounging around here long enough,” he says while dropping a piece of rye bread into the toaster.

“Lounging?” I drop my fork to the plate. “You said you didn’t… you know what… never mind.” I pick up my dirty dishes and bring them to the sink. “I’ll call Nora and see when she wants me. And where. Or should I get a new job?”

I have been gone for nearly two months now. Surely she’s replaced me.

“You want to work somewhere else?” He has this casual thing going this morning that’s making my panties more damp than usual when he’s hanging around. His jeans hang loose on his hips without his belt, and the t-shirt he’s wearing hugs his biceps in an intimate way that makes me envious.

“I don’t know.” I force myself to stay on topic. Maybe he’s waiting for me to make a move, maybe I’ve been selfish waiting for him to get all animalistic on me like he used to. Things have calmed now, maybe he’s settling into our marriage.

We’ve become an old married couple already?

“Well.” He breathes out hard and grabs the toasted bread, dropping the slice onto a small plate. “Before you can go back to work or do anything outside this apartment we need to talk.”

I lean a hip against the counter, watching him spread the butter across his toast. Even strokes, light but firm.

“Okay. About what?” My nipples tighten when he brings his middle finger to his mouth and licks off the bit of butter smeared there.

He drops the knife into the sink.

“Now that you’re all healed up and the doctor has given you the all clear for physical activities, I think we can finally deal with your attitude and disobedience.” He takes a bite of the toast, smiling at me while he chews. A crumb rests on the corner of his mouth, his kissable mouth.

“My attitude?”

“Yeah. You know, the night you yelled at me, threatened to leave, and then you did just that. Crawled out the fire escape?”

“You’re bringing that up?” I cross my arms over my chest, hiding my breasts. The thin material of the summer dress isn’t going to hide these nipples for long.

“Did you think I wouldn’t?” He raises his brows at me.

“I thought you would let it drop considering all that happened. Plus, I did save your father’s life.” It’s a card I wasn’t planning to play so soon, but if he has his way and actually punishes me, he won’t give me what my body craves. He’ll want to make a point.

He stares at me a long minute without blinking before a grin cracks through and he laughs.

“I suppose I can’t really whip your ass for that then.” He wipes his hands on a towel and grabs hold of my arms. “I’ll just whip your ass because I’ve been waiting weeks to get my hands on you again.”

The playfulness dancing in his eyes has my stomach turning over again. If he’s teasing me, I may actually have to hurt him.

“Does that mean you’ll do more than just kiss me and send me to bed?” I ask in all seriousness. Because if I get one more goodnight kiss without anything else, I’m going to scream.

“Oh, yeah.” He nods. “Now, lose the dress.” He plucks the neckline of my dress with his middle finger.

“Here?” I look around as though we might not be alone. I’m not sure exactly what’s happened with him and his father, but the warehouse has been less and less busy downstairs. Less men, less boxes, less machinery. He tells me not to worry; everything is how it should be.

“Would you rather we go downstairs?” he teases. “I think there’s a small crew down there this morning.”

My face heats immediately. “That’s not what I meant.”

“You meant, shouldn’t we go to the bedroom?”

I nod, my tongue suddenly too heavy to form words appropriately.

“Why do that when the right equipment is right here.” He reaches behind him to the canister holding the cooking utensils. Grabbing a wooden spoon, he points at me. “Out of that dress.”

An electric shiver courses through my body. The firmness in his tone wraps around my body. His authority, his confidence creates an even hum inside of my mind. I don’t need to worry about anything. Right now. This moment. Jakub is in complete control.