Chapter 2

Luca’s POV

 “Why the fuck did I kiss her, why did I not turn my foolish body and walk away?” I mumbled under my breath after the hard kiss I and my wife just had in plain sight, for the world to see.

I looked at her and noticed the tears in her eyes and the tiny blood at the corner of her mouth from where I focused my nibbling on. Something stirred in me and I mentally willed my third leg to be still and not act up. I saw something flash in her green eyes and I chuckled inwardly. Desire… My dear wife was not as pure as I thought she was. Here I am, crushing her mouth with enough force to snuff out her life, and there she was enjoying every bit of the forceful kiss and still daring to cry crocodile tears.

My god! Women are monsters and the worst pretenders on earth. The tiny pity I was about to feel died instantly and I felt disgust rising to my throat. How many men has the whore been with? She was enjoying a forceful kiss too much and I wondered if that’s how her past lovers kissed her or fucked her.

I felt an urge to wipe my mouth clean, wipe her whore taste away from my mouth, but I just couldn’t. The taste of her succulent lips still lingered on my tongue and by god, she should be given an award for having the softest and juiciest mouth on earth. The mouth of a semi demon that could stray the soul of a man, that’s what Emma possessed and called a mouth.

I wanted more, I craved more. Her wide hips, full boobs and the perfect big bum was enough to make my little one stir again for the second time. My stupid wife with the most gorgeous and voluptuous body, who’s probably thinking she has a say in this house or in her life.

“Get into the house and don’t you dare step out of this house until I’m back. If you venture out of the building to even take a breath, you’d sleep with the dogs and unfortunately, they haven’t been fed in the longest time.” I managed to say, keeping a strong face, boring my eyes into hers and daring her to disobey my orders and fuck around, so I could show her how ruthless I can be.

Of course, the feistiness was there immediately. It was one of the things that made me take more notice of her the first time her parents offered her to me like a piece of furniture to be bought. She willed me with her eyes to dare accept her parents proposal and of course I love dares, I accepted and willed her to dare disobey my orders. 

“The house is boring Luca! You don’t expect me to be in there all day without stepping out. I’d probably turn to furniture or mould at this point.” Emma replied defiantly.

“Arnold, drag my dear wife to her room and lock her up in there until I’m back. The only person allowed to go into her room should be her personal maid with food or to help her have a bath.” I said, turning to my body guard.

I saw the panic flash through her eyes and I immediately knew I went too far. But, I cared less about her feelings. She loved playing with fire and of course, I’d be glad to show her how hot a roaring flame can burn a delicate skin like hers. I knew she wanted to beg, but with how set her shoulder was and how her lips were drawn in a thin line, I realised she’d rather die than beg me to not carry out my order. And the last thing I’d do, is to reverse a punishment.

Arnold moved to drag her and his hand mistakenly grazed her soft babies in front, I abruptly saw red but calmed myself down. How dare he touch my properties? It wasn’t his fault, but she was mine! Mine to touch and fondle to my pleasure as much as I wanted. 

She snatched her arm back from Arnold’s grip and dared him to touch her one more time. With a back as set as a steel, she turned her body, head held up like a queen’s and stomped forward, her backside swaying as she lifted each foot.

“And Emma, a stylist would be coming to your room by 5pm to glam you up and style you. We have a charity party to attend. Or rather, my charity party to attend. So, don’t waste her time and make sure she turns you into something that’s better than an eye sore.” I said, lying about her looking like an eye sore through my teeth.

I turned before I was done passing my information and got into my sleek new baby, my shiny black Rolls-Royce phantom and drove off. But not before looking at my side mirror and seeing how still Emma stood, almost like she was contemplating between murdering me or Arnold. I didn’t see what she later decided to do before leaving the compound completely, but I had one decision I was going to go through already 

I picked up my phone and punched in the designed number for Arnold’s landline. He answered the call before it even rang fully for the first time.

“Arnold, you’re fired. Assign Matthias to watch over Emma’s room.” I spat into the phone with venom. How dare he touch those soft blobs of my whore.

“Sir…what did…

I ended the call before he could complete the statement. He didn’t do anything wrong and it was probably a mistake. But one thing about Luca Moretti? He never reverses a punishment.

I pressed down on the accelerator pedal with my right foot and enjoyed the thrill, speed and danger or driving an extremely fast car. Getting to the headquarters was an easy task, but getting out of the car with a raging boner was the hard task.

All through the ride, Emma’s soft and succulent lips cling to my brain like a fungi, invading my thoughts. I imagined having her mouth on different parts of my body, but most especially my cock. It would fit right in and she might not be able to take it all, but with a little guidance she’ll do good. 

“Ughhhh!!! I need to get these dirty thoughts out of my head.” I muttered to myself. 

After a few minutes of sitting down, toying with my cufflinks and barking orders at my slow witted secretary through my phone, I was finally ready to step out of my car. 

I had a business to run, I had rival gangs meeting to attend and exhibit my ice king nickname. Mrs Moretti or Emma, she was still a whore, a low life exchange from a money hungry family. She was going to be my eye candy and maybe, just maybe, I could use her to plenty of my own advantage.