His Tesoro (Empire of Royals, #1)

by Emilia Rossi

My new husband had made clear I would never complete several items on my list—being loved, creating a happy home for children.

Would Matteo have been interested in a real marriage with me if I were prettier or skinnier or less damaged?

I had no more tears to cry. This was my life—to be hated and forgotten—and I just had to accept it.

I had no more tears to cry. This was my life—to be hated and forgotten—and I just had to accept it.

I’d spent my entire childhood learning to keep a tight fist of control over myself and others. This had only intensified when I took over as Don, and it had been years since I truly felt out of control. But here, in my own fucking kitchen with a tiny girl sitting on the counter behind me, something began to unravel inside me.

This was why I couldn’t allow myself to get close to people. It left me unfocused, scattered.

Her sweet scent haunted me into the shower. The image of her tits in that tiny top played in front of my eyes as I stroked my cock. I came embarrassingly fast. I needed to get laid, or I was in serious danger of making a move on my wife.

Her sweet scent haunted me into the shower. The image of her tits in that tiny top played in front of my eyes as I stroked my cock. I came embarrassingly fast. I needed to get laid, or I was in serious danger of making a move on my wife.

“You are my wife and I’m your husband. You’re in pain, so I’m going to fix it.”

“You are my wife and I’m your husband. You’re in pain, so I’m going to fix it.”

“You have to take care of yourself. Or I’ll be forced to do it for you.” He traced a finger across my shoulder. “But maybe I wouldn’t mind that.”

“Treasure,”

The realization hit me like a ton of bricks: I wanted my wife.

I wasn’t sure what logic made me pull her against my chest and wrap my arms around her, but when she let out a contented sigh, the knot that had been in my chest all night eased completely.

Something hot burned in my chest, and it was definitely not jealousy at whatever pet name she just called the dog.

“What?” I whirled back to face her. “You were perfect.” My words came out in an angry growl. How dare she even question herself when that was the best fucking experience of my life?