There are three things you need to do, and I will pledge my loyalty to you. Take care of my little girl, treat her right, and make her happy. Whatever you did to hurt her, fix it. I know my girl knew you before yesterday. I saw it in her eyes when the chapel doors opened. I’m not going to ask how. I’m not going to ask when it started. All I am saying is bring her back to the Isa I knew.
Isa was his heart. It wouldn’t matter to him that she still hadn’t forgiven him or his wife for forcing the marriage. She was his baby, his only child.
I had a new respect for him. He didn’t view having a daughter as a liability. As far as anyone knew, Russo never kept a mistress to have other children with. This was a standard practice among organized families. For a mobster, he’d taken his marriage vows as a sacred bond. Something I had no problems doing as well.
“Isa?” I called again, right before the sound of rushing water hit my ears.
Moving to the bathroom, I pushed open the door and was hit by a billow of steam. The silhouette of Isa’s curvy body through the frosted glass of the shower enclosure was like a peepshow. One only I’d ever enjoy.
There was a possessiveness when I saw her. I’d felt it that first night in the club. I’d felt it more and more as we’d met for our coffee dates. And now that we were married, I felt it to the depths of my dark soul.
My cock hardened as I watched her pour liquid onto her sponge and lather her body. Her movements weren’t meant to be seductive, but my body didn’t care. I shouldn’t want someone like this. I’d fucked her all night.
No, she’d fucked me all night. I’d let her hold the reins—well, for the most part—so she could purge her rage at me. Now we were in new territory, one we’d both have to learn to navigate.
She did things the way she wanted. I knew she wasn’t stupid—as Benz’s beloved daughter she couldn’t be. But as my wife, it was a whole new level. This would have to change. She wouldn’t be able to go anywhere without proper protection. She had her own protection, but I trusted her life to no one but my own men.
Once I was naked, I stroked my cock and moved to the shower. She still had no idea I was in the bathroom, watching her.
She jumped as I opened the door, dropping her sponge and turning to face me, her back against the shower wall.
The multiple showerheads beating against her skin made her look like a literal wet dream. She was perfect, the right curves in the right places, a mouth meant for wrapping around my cock, and eyes so blue, it felt like she could see into the depths of my soul.
She studied me, her gaze lingering on my cock, watching me pump the hard length from root to tip. She licked her lips, and I almost groaned. He nipples grew hard and her skin flushed, not from the heat of the water but her growing arousal.
I released my grip, letting my dick smack against my stomach, and closed the stall door without taking my focus away from her.
She lifted a hand to keep me back. “I need to talk to you. It’s important.”
“Does it have to do with the bags at the front door?” I moved closer until her palm pressed to my chest.
“Yes. We have to get out of town. Bri said you’re in danger.”
What the hell had Bri told her after I’d left them alone?
Bri was always hearing one thing or another planned against the Weber heir. She should know as well as I did that my commanders in Interpol would have warned me.
I was going to have to warn Bri against panicking my wife. Though it seemed pushing Isa’s need to protect me had worked in my favor. I wouldn’t have to convince her to leave, and I wouldn’t have to tell her why I wanted to take her away.
Idiot. A lie of omission is still a lie. Didn’t you learn the first time?
“It’s part of being a Weber, Isa. You should know that same thing goes for your father.”
“Bri said the threat is credible. It came from underground chatter.”
I redirected her hand until it gripped my cock, pumping up and down.
“You’re not listening.”
She released me, ready to shift around me, but I caught her at the waist and pressed my aroused body to the front of her water-soaked one.
“My life is all about threats. You’re the one who I need to worry about. Now if someone threatened you, then I’d take drastic precautions.” I slid my engorged cock between her legs and her swollen pussy lips, making sure to nudge her pussy.
“I won’t let you seduce me into forgetting about my concerns.” Her voice was raspy now, her desire winning out.
“What do you suggest I do?”
“I want to leave town.” Her pussy grew slicker as I teased her with my cock. “Bri…Bri said she’ll contact you with details.”
Oh, I was going to contact Bri, all right, but right now I was going to fuck my wife.
“If I agree to go out of town will you calm down?”
“Not just out of town. We have to get out of Europe altogether.”
I should feel bad that she was saying the exact thing I’d been going to tell her. But I wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.
“Fine. Though I have one question for you.”
I skimmed my hand up the side of her body.
“What?”
I cupped her throat and felt her pulse jump as her cobalt eyes dilated. “Does your worry about me mean you care?”
She narrowed her gaze. “You know I do.”
“Do I? If I recall, last night you told me you hated me.” I leaned in, rubbing my stubble against her jaw.
A moan escaped her lips, and she
