Bred by the Mafia Monster (Breeding Season 7)

He did know and it pissed him off.

Klaus tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. His thirst for blood hadn’t eased. It was getting stronger with every passing day. All he wanted to do was fucking murder Lastra, to watch him scream, to have him beg him to stop.

He’d torture him for hours.

Right now, he didn’t have hours. He had to play it smart and calm the fuck down.

“Call the old man back,” Klaus said.

He spun the car around and headed back toward his home. If Isabella had done as he asked, she should be naked, and he needed that.

“Klaus?” their dad said.

“Lastra’s alive. Make whatever deal you need to. I want Isabella’s life protected at all costs. No one can know she’s alive until we’re ready to make it so.”

“I’ll call you back as soon as I’m done.”

Renzo hung up the cell phone.

“Are you okay?” Renzo asked.

“I’m fine. I need you to stick around until he calls back.”

“Will do, but I don’t want to hang out with you screwing your wife.”

He burst out laughing. “I won’t have you in my bedroom. You can take any room in the house but not that one.”

Renzo laughed.

Klaus didn’t feel better. He’d stopped relying on his father a long time ago. He was the one who was in charge, but there was no denying his father was still the head of the house. If anyone was going to listen to reason, it would have to come from his father.

Arriving at his home, he sat behind the wheel, feeling like a fucking prick.

“You didn’t fail tonight, Klaus.”

“I didn’t kill that son of a bitch.”

“We’ll get him. You know we will.” Renzo slapped him on the arm.

Klaus climbed out of the car, and without a backward glance, he made his way inside. Guards were stationed everywhere, just where he wanted them. Ignoring them all, he made his way toward his wife.

He found her in the kitchen, heating up some milk.

The moment she saw him, she frowned and checked the time. “Klaus?”

He didn’t give her a chance to say any more as he closed the distance between them, cupped her face, and slammed his lips right down on hers, kissing her.

She gripped his arms, and he held her even tighter.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

“Nothing’s the matter.” He stroked her hair back.

“Did you…”

He shook his head. “No.”

“Oh.”

“I will.”

“I know.”

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” he said. “Rules have to be followed. I can’t risk your safety.”

She cupped his face. “I love you, Klaus. I know how things work. I’m here for whatever you need.”

“I need you.”

****

Isabella took his hand. “Then you can have me.”

She turned off the milk and walked through the kitchen, going toward the stairs. The guards kept their gazes averted, which she was thankful for. Having more men around the house was a little disconcerting. She didn’t want to be surrounded by the opposite sex. It reminded her of her childhood home, armed men always patrolling the hallways and property.

All she cared about now was her husband.

She went straight to their bedroom and right after she closed the door, Klaus pinned her against it.

“I need to be inside you. I need to spunk deep in your pussy and get you pregnant, Bella. Tell me you want that, too.”

“Yes, I want it. I want you.”

He kissed her hard and she moaned, loving his passion. He grabbed both of her hands and pinned them above her head.

“Hold them right up there. Don’t move.”

Klaus let go of her hands, and she did as he asked, keeping them above her head. She’d been wearing a robe, and he worked the tie open so it fell open. He pushed it back, showing off her crop top and shorts. The robe was long enough to cover everything above the knee.

His hands went to her thighs, and he skimmed his fingers up, gliding over her shorts to cup her pussy. “Do you want me?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

He pulled her away from the door long enough to strip her of her clothes. Klaus was able to do it within a few seconds and then he had her back pressed against the door.

She watched him as he stepped back.

Slowly, he peeled away each layer of his clothing, tossing it aside. Seeing him now made her ache to touch him. His body was chiseled to perfection, all male.

When he was naked, he was on her. His body pressed flush to hers. She cried out as his teeth sank against her neck, sucking right over her pulse and biting down.

He tongued her flesh. “I want everyone to know who you belong to.”

“They all know, Klaus. I’m yours. I will always be yours.” She cried out as he cupped her tits, then his tongue licked and sucked at her nipples. With her hands still above her head, she craved to touch him, but he needed this control.