Step Bride: A Bad Boy Mob Roman(65)

I could see the fear in Camille’s eyes. “You wouldn’t do that, not with my daughter around.”

I turned and looked at Natalie. Her face was passive, almost neutral. “Go upstairs, Nat.”

She nodded and left.

“Natalie!” Camille called out. “Wait. What are you doing?”

Natalie ignored her. I heard the door shut upstairs. I pulled the blade from the sheath at my hip and leaned in toward Camille.

“Just me and you now,” I said.

“I don’t know anything.”

“Why are you protecting him?” I asked.

“I love him,” she answered softly.

I laughed loudly. “Love? You don’t know anything about love.”

“And what do you think you know? You’re just some violent psychopath.”

I reached out and grabbed Camille by the hair. She shouted and tried to fight me, but I simply held her harder.

“I know what love is,” I said into her ear. “I’m willing to risk everything to save someone that I love. Unfortunately, you’re now standing in my way, and I will do what I have to do to make you talk.”

I held the knife up against her face.

“Okay,” she said quickly. “Okay.”

“Where is Franklin?”

“He said he has a place on Sawyer in Little Village.”

I tightened my grip. “What else?”

“I have his number. You can call him.”

“And?”

“I swear that’s it.”

I could hear the fear in her voice, and I believed her. I let her hair go and she quickly scrambled away from me. I slipped the knife back into my sheath.

“Thank you, Camille,” I said.

“You’re a monster,” she spat. “You’re a sick monster. You don’t love my daughter.”

“No, Camille,” I said, “you don’t.”

I walked away from her and headed upstairs. I opened the door to Natalie’s room and she looked up.

“Did you hurt her?” she asked.

“No,” I said. “Just scared her.”

“And?”

“She talked.”

Natalie looked relieved. “Good. I’m glad.”

“I have to get going.”

She got up and walked over to me, throwing her arms around me and hugging me tightly.

I realized what I had said downstairs, realized what I had been slowly growing toward ever since Natalie had entered my life. Ever since I had married her.

“I love you,” I said to her. “You know that?”

“Yeah,” she said, “I know.”

And I kissed her hard, kicking the door to her room shut.





Chapter Thirty-Three: Natalie





I heard the door shut, but almost from a distance. He kissed me hard, pressing himself against my body. He pulled off my sweatshirt, pulled off my sweatpants, and pushed me down onto the bed.

He loved me. He said he loved me, and I hadn’t said it back.

But I didn’t need to, not with his lips on my skin, kissing my neck, his fingers slipped down my panties. He could feel how I felt about him. He could feel the way my body responded to him. I was soaking wet as he began to slowly rub my clit, sending spirals of pleasure through my body.

He didn’t say a word as I stripped his shirt off. He quickly resumed teasing my pussy and kissing me with a frenzy I hadn’t seen from him yet.

My whole body was flooded with intense desire. I needed a release, but more than that, I needed him. I pushed him back, rolling over and on top of him, and began to work his pants off.

“Easy there,” he said, grinning. “Grab the condom from my wallet before you toss them aside.”

I did as he asked, fishing the condom out and then tossing his pants aside.

He took the condom from me and I began to slowly work his shaft through his boxer briefs.

“You see what you do to me?” he whispered, gently pulling my hair. “You make me so fucking hard I can barely breathe.”

I slipped his underwear off and tossed them over with his shirt and his pants. I took his thick, hard cock in my hand and began to slowly jerk him off while looking in his eyes.

His handsome, beautiful eyes. He was full of desire for me, looking at my body, my breasts and lips.

“I could watch you do that forever,” he said. “You have such perfect fucking lips.”

I smiled and slowly moved down toward his cock. He grunted as I slipped his tip between my lips and began to suck him.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “God you’re fucking good at that. Suck that cock like you can’t stop yourself.”

The truth was, I couldn’t stop myself. I began to suck him, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, getting him nice and wet and hard. I wanted to slide my soaked pussy down along his shaft, but I wanted him to need it first.