Bound by Honor (Born in Blood Mafia Chronicles, #1)

by Cora Reilly

“You are like a skittish doe in the clutches of a wolf.”

“Make him be good to you. Make him love you if you can. It’s the only way to get through this.”

“Look at her, the way she cowers in front of that fat fool. How she lets him touch her with his sausage fingers. I’d rather die than lie under a man like that.”

“But he told the truth. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and tonight you are mine.”

“Seven,”

His lips brushed my ear. “Tonight you beg me to spare you, but one day you’re going to beg me to fuck you.”

It felt as if I were touching stone. How was it possible that muscles could be unyielding like bone? Make him be good to you, make him love you. “I don’t hate you.”

“And you can trust me because I am your wife. I didn’t choose this marriage, but I can at least choose to make the best out of our bond. I have nothing to gain from betraying your trust, but everything to gain by showing you that I’m loyal.”

When I stepped back into the bedroom, I watched Luca putting his gun and knife holster on over his naked chest, donning another knife strap with a longer hunting knife onto his forearm, covering the small cut, and repositioning his stiffness so it was even more obvious.

“No.” I glanced back and met his eyes. “When I claim your body, I want you writhing beneath me in pleasure and not fear.”

“Someone tries to touch you, they lose their hand.”

His protectiveness thrilled and scared me in equal parts. He waited for me at the door and I approached him uncertainly.

“You were trashed,” Luca said. “I’d have had your tongue cut out for some of the things you said to Aria if you weren’t my brother.” Matteo grinned at me. “I hope Luca didn’t do half of the things I suggested.”

I wanted him to be faithful to me. I wanted him to want only me. I wanted to be enough.

“Let me take a shower. You were right. I shouldn’t disrespect you further by touching you like this.”

I scoffed. “His needs.” “I’m not a good man, Aria. I never pretended otherwise. There are no good men in the mafia.” My eyes rested on the tattoo over his heart. “I know.” I swallowed. “But you made me think that I could trust you and that you wouldn’t hurt me.” “I never hurt you.”

Did he really not get it? “It hurt seeing you with her.” His expression softened. “Aria, I didn’t get the feeling that you wanted to sleep with me. I thought you’d be glad if I didn’t touch you.” “When did I say that?” “When I told you I wanted you, you pulled back. You looked disgusted.” “We were kissing, and you said you wanted to fuck me more than any other women. Of course, I pulled back. I’m not some whore you can use when you feel like it. You are never home. How am I supposed to get to know you?” He looked frustrated. Mafia men seemed even more clueless than normal ones.

“What did you think? I’ve never done anything. You are the only man I’ve kissed. You knew that when we married. You and my father made sure it was the case, and despite that you expect me to go from n...

When he’d touched my hair or kissed me or wrapped his arms around me during the night, I’d felt myself wanting to fall in love with him. I wished I could hate him with all my heart.

“Love? No. I don’t have feelings for Grace.” “Then why do you keep seeing her? The truth.” “Because she knows how to suck a cock and because she’s a good fuck. Truthful enough?”

I can’t wait to see your blush when I do something dirty to you.” Why couldn’t he stop touching me? “If you really want to make this marriage work, if you ever want the chance to do something dirty to me, then you’ll have to stop seeing other women. Maybe other wives don’t care, but I won’t have you touching me as long as there is anyone else.”

Love is something girls hope for when they don’t know better, something women long for when they lie awake at night, and something they’ll only ever get from their children. Men don’t have time for such notions. That’s

“Won’t you help me? You can chop the peppers. You know how to handle a knife from what I hear.” That made the corners of his lips twitch,

on black sweatpants and an ultra-tight white shirt that showcased his spectacular body. There was a bulge in his pants. All because of my butt? “That’s what you’re wearing for self-defense lessons?” I looked down at myself. “I don’t have anything else. This is what I wear when I go jogging.” The shorts were tight and ended high up on my thighs, but I didn’t like too much fabric when I ran. “You realize I’ll have to kick every guy’s ass who looks at you the wrong way, right? And looking

like that, my men will have a hard time not looking at you the wrong way.” I shrugged. “It’s not my job to make them control themselves. Just because I’m wearing revealing clothes doesn’t mean I’m inviting them to look. If they can’t behave themselves, that’s their problem.”

“Maybe you trust me too much.” He ran a finger over my spine, sending a new wave of tingling toward my core. “When I lay you down on the bed like a sacrificial lamb, you should have run.” “Someone once told me not to run from monsters because they give chase.”

It thrilled me to know that a man like him could be gentle with me. It thrilled me that he was mine and I was his.

“If you keep looking at my cock with that stunned expression, I’m going to combust.” “I’m sorry if my expression bothers you, but this is new for me. I’ve never seen a naked man. Every first I’ll experience will be with you, so…” Luca sat up. His voice dropped an octave. “It doesn’t bother me. It’s fucking hot, and I’ll enjoy every first you’ll

share with me.” He stroked my cheek. “You don’t even realize how much you turn me on.”

“You like to torture me with your innocence, don’t you?” I blew against his tip, making him groan. “I don’t think that’s why it’s called blow job, right?” He actually laughed a real laugh, and the sound filled my stomach with butterflies. “You’re going to be the death of me, principessa.” “Don’t laugh,” I said with a smile. “I don’t want to do something wrong.”

“Close your lips around the tip and be careful with your teeth. I don’t mind it a bit rougher, but don’t chew on it.”

“Go to the VIP area.” I shook my head. “I want to pretend I’m an ordinary girl tonight.” “Nobody who looks at you will think you are ordinary.”

“You know, sometimes I wish I could hate you, but I can’t. I think I love you. I never thought I could. And sometimes I wonder how it would be if you made love to me.”