Romano just waves a hand at Lorenzo like he can’t be bothered to explain.“Lay off, dad,” Christian bites out, staring hard at his father now, clearly drawing a line now that he’s warning his father not to cross. “Iris has endured enough at your hands, and she’s my wife now. There is going to be a c
“Antonio,” Bianca sighs, her shoulders slumping just slightly as she utters her single word of protest.Romano completely ignores her, glaring at both Christian and Tony. “Both of you. Fucking idiots. Don’t you fucking get it? This family – it requires strong wives to bear strong children, not weak,
“Then…why was he so mean?” I ask, pulling my door shut after me and starting on my seatbelt.“Because,” Christian replies, glancing at me as he starts the car and starts to pull out of the driveway and through the gates. “That’s dad. He’d honestly probably have been nicer if our meeting hadn’t gone
Christian and I don’t even make it to the penthouse. No, I’m already up in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist while we’re still in the elevator. Christian groans roughly as he works to push my coat off, his mouth pressing hot against my neck.“Stupid fucking coat,” he growls, “should have le
“And, little wife,” he says, just as serious, still looking up into my face, “if you don’t let me fuck you right now….I am…going to die.”I burst out laughing at this, and Christian does too, just for a second before he curls his arms around me again and turns his whole body so that I’m pressed into
The next morning Christian wakes before me and presses a sweet kiss to my cheek before he heads into the bathroom for a shower and to generally clean up. I lounge in bed for a few moments by myself, stretching out, enjoying the fact that my husband has luxurious tastes and a seriously gigantic bed.
He blinks his eyes hard in disbelief and shakes his head before he smirks and pours syrup over the pancakes. “I married the right woman.”“Damn right you did,” I murmur, picking up two forks and handing him one, digging into my side of the stack as he does his. Christian smirks and considers me for
“All right,” Christian says, unconsciously straightening his shoulders as his face and his voice fall into a much more business-y sort of mode. He reaches for the salt, the pepper, and the sugar, placing all three next to each other on the table, presumably to help illustrate his plans. “Three diffe