Bred by the Mafia Monster (Breeding Season 7)

He looked at her father and of course, there was a smile.

“Get my wife the same as us now,” Klaus said.

“But her figure!” Her mother pointed at her.

“Feed her, or this is over. I will not have my wife insulted. Parents or not.”

“Klaus, it’s fine.”

He looked at his wife. “We came here for dinner. The least they could do is be polite hosts and feed you. I consider this an insult, and all Accardi will see it as one. Wars have been started for less.”

Lastra once again gave in.

Whatever the son of a bitch’s game was, he refused to fall for it.

The waiter took Isabella’s food from her and left. She took a deep breath.

Silence rang out in the dining room. Klaus refused to eat anything. This was a mistake.

Her mother picked up her bruschetta and took a bite. “It’s delicious.”

He counted to ten, wondering if he would get Isabella out of this hell hole while he also killed every single fucker here. The fact her mother wouldn’t fight her battles pissed him off. When his own mother was alive, she always tried to coddle and defend him whenever she could.

Isabella belonged to him, and it was time others realized it. He wouldn’t have her embarrassed again. When the waiter returned, Klaus made the man stand while he counted everything. Satisfied, her plate was put in front of her.

The meal began and like he’d hoped, silence continued throughout.

****

Isabella laughed as she climbed out of the car. They were finally back at their home, and she’d never been so happy to see their house on the hill.

Klaus rounded the car and pulled her in close. “We made it. God, I didn’t think I’d make it.”

“Yeah, but I know it pissed you off.” She kissed his lips as he ran his hands down to her ass.

She was very much aware they were not alone. His guards patrolled everywhere.

“Someone will see.”

“No, they won’t. They know to look the other way.”

She shook her head and giggled. “I hope I can get used to that.”

“What?”

“You threatening everyone every chance you get. I doubt I’ll ever get used to it.”

He squeezed her ass even tighter. “You’re going to need to get used to it. This is who I am. What I do.”

“Did you get a reading off my dad? Any sign? Anything?”

He shook his head. “The hit is real. I feel it in my gut. What I don’t know is when it’s coming. He’s enjoying this. I know he is.” Klaus took possession of her lips, and she was thankful for the distraction.

There was no way she could defend her father’s actions. He was a monster through and through. They all were. Their lives meant they were constantly in the thick of pain and trouble.

“Come on, let’s get you inside.” He took her hand, leading her into their home. She removed her jacket and he took it.

Together, hand-in-hand, they walked upstairs to the bedroom. Before she had a chance to move, Klaus grabbed her by the back of her dress, keeping her in place.

“Klaus?”

“I’ve spent all night wanting to take this dress off. I never want you to think of your parents and the shit they say.” He lowered the zip and his lips were at her neck. He nibbled on her shoulder. “Understood?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t get to think about what they say. In your world, my word is law.”

She giggled and then held her breath as his hands moved around to touch her stomach. He didn’t stop there. His fingers traced up, cupping her breasts. The moment he touched her, she released a gasp. He pinched her nipples through the lace, and his other hand delved between her thighs, touching her pussy.

His finger stroked over her clit before going down to plunge inside her.

Teeth sinking into her bottom lip, she tried to contain her squeals of enjoyment, but Klaus wished to take control of them as well.

“Let me hear you scream,” he said.

With each touch, he set her aflame. Within a matter of seconds, he had her bent over the bed and he’d removed all of her clothes. He spun her around and pushed her thighs apart. Keeping them open at the knees, he ran the tips of his fingers up her inner thighs. The sensations skittered along her skin. All night, she’d remembered his promise. Her body always reacted to Klaus—one look, one touch.

He grazed across her sex only to score back down to her knees. Each touch heightened her need for him. Her pussy throbbed, so desperate to be full of his cock, sating her need.

“Please,” she said.

“That’s right, baby. Beg me.”

“Please, Klaus.”

“You want my mouth?”

“Yes.”

“Spread your pussy open for me.”

She reached down, touching the lips of her cunt and doing as asked. His words were always dirty, and she loved to hear them.

Klaus groaned, the sound guttural and deep. “The prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”