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“However you want me to let you go.”
“I want our marriage dissolved.” I want to be open to another man who will sweep me off my feet and fix what Corrado is breaking.
“I’ll have it annulled. But I have conditions too. Since you have no earthly possessions anymore, you must use the card I gave you to purchase what you need for the next ten years.”
“Ten years?” I screech.
Corrado winces. “Those are my terms.”
“I want to work for Evans.”
Corrado sighs. “You are so stubborn. I told you working for Evans is a deal breaker.”
I pull back my shoulders. “Take it or leave it, Corrado.”
He presses against me. “Careful. You’re getting the false impression that you can tell me what to do. That’s a sure way to end up disappointed. No Evans. I will compensate your salary until you have your own clients. You will live in the Manhattan apartment, and you will let me stay in it when I’m in New York.”
And we’ve cycled back to us. “I told you I can’t be with you anymore.”
“You can, Michela.”
Job. Money. Housing. All in exchange for being his mistress now and however long he wants me. It’s a dream come true for many. But again, nobody besides me will have to deal with the void Corrado will create once he’s done with me. Besides, I want a relationship with a man sometime in the future.
“No apartment. No staying with me. But I’ll take the rest you’re offering for six months.”
“The card for whatever you need for a decade.”
“A year.”
“Decade.”
He won’t give in, and arguing with him tires me out, whereas he’s made for waging wars and conquering lands. I push down the straps of my dress. “Where do you want me?”
43
WHERE DO YOU WANT ME?
MICHELA
“Where do you want me?”
Corrado’s eyes brighten, my capitulation exciting him. He reaches behind me and unzips my dress. It loosens, and he kisses my left shoulder, then the right one, while fisting the dress in the middle and slowly pulling it down.
The yellow dress lands in a pile around my feet.
Corrado steps back, and his gaze heats my body. I flush with how hot he makes me feel when he openly admires me.
“Take off your panties. Do it slowly.”
I slip two fingers under the elastic and wiggle my bottom flirtatiously, sliding the panties down and off my hips.
“Teasing me will make me lose the tiny bit of control I’m holding on to.”
“That’s the point, husband.”
He sucks in a breath before all amusement leaves his expression, and he fists the side of the panties and rips them off. “Careful what you wish for,” he says. He bends and slaps a palm over the back of my thigh. He digs his fingers into my flesh and pulls my leg up and over his hip. With my pussy open and bared to him, he aims his cock at my entrance.
Corrado presses a hand over my mouth and plunges inside me. The moisture does nothing to ease his entry, and I whimper against his palm as he pulls back and does it again and again, stretching my tight channel.
