Page 103 of Jordan

She undoes the button and unzips the fly. She drops to her knees and sits back on her heels, placing her palms flat on her thighs.

I narrow my eyes at her, wondering what the hell she’s doing. Spending too much time on Google, maybe.

She looks up at me. Her full lips part, and she opens her mouth wide, bringing her gaze to my dick.

Holy shit…

What has this girl been doing to walk in here like this? Part of me wants to ask. Part of me doesn’t fucking care.

I place the glass down and pull out my now aching dick and step forward, stopping just before her mouth.

“You want me to feed you my cock, angel?” I question.

She nods once, eyes still on my dick.

I should ask why she’s doing this. Why is she suddenly offering herself to me? But I don’t care enough to know why. She’s my wife now. Maybe she’s horny. I can help her with that. It’s my duty as her husband.

I run the crown of my dick along her tongue slowly. She wiggles restlessly, her nails digging into her skin.

“My little angel is eager for her husband’s cock.”

She nods once, and I move a little deeper, pushing past her lips.

I grunt out a sound of approval. “But why?” I push deeper, causing her eyes to water as I hit the back of her throat. “Are you horny? Do you want to please me? Or do you want something?”

She blinks, a tear streaming down the corner of her eye. I pull out and she sucks in a breath.

I raise a brow at her. “Do you remember the rules?”

She smirks, blinking up at me. “Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now tell me why you came in here trying to suck my dick.”

Okay, maybe I didn’t care, but I guess I do now. I don’t need her sucking my dick to bite it off as revenge or something. Not that she couldn’t lie to me, but I like to think I’m a good judge of that.

She licks her lips and sighs. “I just figured I’m here, so I may as well make the best of it.”

“And making the best out of it is getting on your knees for me?”

She shrugs one shoulder. “I thought it would make you like me more.”

I furrow my brow. This doesn’t sound like the feisty girl I know. Doesn’t sound like Matteo’s daughter. It definitely doesn’t sound like my wife.

I tuck my dick back into my pants. She frowns.

I grab her under the arms and get her to her feet. She stays put in front of me, lips slightly parted as she looks at me with the most curious look on her face. I can’t tell if she’s grateful and relieved she isn’t currently sucking me off—or disappointed.

“I wouldn’t have you here if I didn’t like you, Jordan.”

“I’m only a payment,” she argues, but there’s no fight in those words.

Should I tell her she’s more than that? That I wanted her from the moment I saw her in the club and the only reason I went to get payment was because it was her.

I don’t think she’s ready for that kind of truth.

“You’re more than a payment. You’re a Bramante. My wife.”

“Maybe now, but that’s now who I was when you took me.”