His Queen

CHAPTER ONE

D A N T E  P O V

Threw Arabella onto the bed fully clothed. Her deep blue eyes locked with mine as she backs away from me, sliding off the other side. Not taking our eyes off each other. Wanting her, wanting to have what is mine. She stands glaring at me with a fire burning deep in her eyes, telling me I have over-stepped the boundaries yet again. 

She is fucking, teasing me all the goddamn time. We have been married for ten months. She will not let me taste her or even have a glimpse at her naked body. She is pure, so pure it sends my body into a crazy outrage of overwhelming frustration.

She backs up to the wall, firmly placing her back against it, glaring with rage while I advance towards her. Naked and tensing my entire body, towering over hers. The slightest movement of her hand near my erected cock, feeling something cold and sharp, gently pressed against it. The slow movement of my head tilting down my bare chest to identify a knife, gulping loudly, step back. 

Resisting having my cock cut off from her rage. Her lips curl at the ends before she opens her mouth, "I warned you to stay away." Her voice calm, but giving me a shiver with the way she said it through gritted teeth. Her pretty face with a solemn expression, her eyes burn through me. "Arabella, calm the fuck down. You could hurt someone." Step back to pick my shorts up from the floor, sliding them on, not daring to take my eyes from her for a second. 

She stands with the knife, pointing it at me, warning me not to touch her again. "That is the whole idea." She spits, stepped towards the door, leaving me shocked, rubbing my face in disbelieve. She will give in to my advances one day, letting her guard down to pursue what my inner core craves most. I will have what is mine, and she will not stop me.

Step into the bathroom to take my shorts off, placing them in the hamper. Saunter into the shower full of frustration. My entire being heated from what that woman had done to me. Turn the shower on to have a cold blast of water hit me, which cools the entire body. When the warmer water finally splashes at me, take my long thick shaft in my hand, stroking to give myself the pleasure I desperately seek for. 

Frustration is what my entire body feels from her. Aching from every nerve ending. Arabella is fucking with me, emasculates my entire manly hood. Stroking faster, releasing the build-up in my ball sacks. God, the pressure from my balls tightening is a satisfaction my inner core needed. Lean forward with my hands on the tiles, letting the warm water ease the pain in my muscles.

The hot water runs over me while taking a deep breath to exhale loudly. Grab the shampoo to wash my hair. Thoughts focused on the meeting with a few heads of the family. Washing the soap from my body, turning the shower off, step out, grab a towel to dry myself, toss the dirty towel in the hamper, grab a clean one wrap loosely around my waist. 

Pick up the comb, glance in the mirror at my stubble, move my chin from side to side to get a good look to see if I needed a shave. Smirked comb my damp dark hair step into the bedroom. Put cologne on, take the towel off, dress into a black-two-piece suit. Slip shoes on, fix the collar, make my way to the office.

Approaching my office door, catching a glimpse of Arabella out of the corner of my eye. Turn to glance at her standing gazing out the window in the lounge. Swallow sharply as I opened the door, step in slamming it behind me. 

Take a seat at the desk, wait for six of the family members to show up so we could discuss the raid on one of the brothels. Business always comes first, that is the way it has been for generations, from father to son, and my life is no exception. Rules are rules, which will not be broken. 

Power is what keeps me on top of my game, the Mafia Boss showing my family I will not tolerate snitches or anyone disrespecting me. Making myself laugh with the thoughts of my wife, with the way she acts towards me.