Page 61 of The Sicilian Billionaire's Neglected Wife

“Basta.” Enough.

Sienah jumped at her husband’s sudden interruption, and it was only that moment did she realize that the look on his face was...um...

The right word escaped her, but all she knew was that the moment he started walking toward her...

She also started backing away without exactly understanding why.

“Tell me something, wife.”

Each word dropped like a stone into still water, and Sienah could only gulp at how his tone had turned lazily pleasant...which she knew by now meant she was treading on dangerously thin ice.

“All this time you’ve been talking about another man’s...stamina.”

She was?

“And...his speed.”

Oh no.

She had accidentally backed herself against the wall, cool marble meeting her spine, and all she could do was squeak as her husband’s hands slammed against the wall on either side of her head.

“A-Aivan—”

“Do you not think it is fair that we first put it to the test, if the other man’s stamina and speed are worth raving about?”

“I, um...”

“Yes,tesoro?”

“Well, uh...”

If she was reading him correctly, Aivan was asking that he be given the chance to overcome the same legal challenges...which absolutely made no sense since her husband wasn’t a lawyer like Adriano or Toby?

Sienah looked at him helplessly. “I have no idea what you’re saying.”

“Of course you don’t.”

His body pressed closer, the heat of his powerfully muscular frame caging her in, and Sienah barely managed to bite back a whimper.

“So how about I show you instead?”

“O...kay?”

“But first, we must ensure that you give me consent.”

Consent to what?

“Repeat after me,tesoro.”

“I don’t under—”

“Just repeat what I’m saying,” Aivan said cajolingly. “Ready...”

“Ready...” she echoed uncertainly.

“Set...”

“S-Set...” Sienah ended up stammering a little this time, with her husband’s hands suddenly sliding down to her hips.