Free Mob Boss Milkmaid by Landry Michaels Page B

couldn’t figure out why a man as handsome as Marco would want someone like me. I’ve always considered myself an attractive woman, but I’ve seen firsthand the kind of women Marco usually dated, and I was far from their league. I remembered what Tony had said earlier and wondered if Marco’s need for me was merely the need for the milk in my breasts.
    “Yes, sir,” Vince replied before leaving the office once more.
    Marco moved around his desk to stand in front of me. He lifted his right hand and lightly skimmed his fingers down the tender bruise on my cheek. “Unforgivable,” he whispered. “I can assure you, he will be dealt with.”
    I could feel Tony’s blood on my hands as the reverent-sounding declaration. I knew it was time I lay my cards on the table before my husband ended up floating in the river. “Thank you, but that’s not necessary. After my time here is up, I hope to get away from him so he’ll never again have the chance to lay a hand on me.”
    Marco’s fingers trailed down my cheek to stop at the swell of my breast. “He has damaged something that belongs to me, and I am not as forgiving.” I swallowed as he cupped one of my breasts in his palm. “I will treat you like a princess,” he vowed.
    “Why? I’ve seen the beautiful women you attract, and I’m nothing like them.” I couldn’t help asking the question that had been on my mind since Tony first told me about the deal he’d made with Marco.
    Marco frowned. “I will be forty-five in a few weeks. Those women you’ve seen me with are only interested in what I can do for them. They don’t care what I need beyond the bedroom, and as I grow older, I find their superficial beauty is no longer enough.” He released my breast and cupped my swollen cheek once more. “Is it so wrong of me to want what another man has?”
    Careful not to dislodge his warm touch, I shook my head. “No, it’s not wrong, but you have to know I don’t love you. In the beginning, I loved my husband, and I believe he loved me, too, once, but I’ve learned that my love isn’t enough. If it wasn’t enough for a man like Tony, I have no illusions of what it would mean to a man as powerful and handsome as you.”
    “I saw the love you had for him at Giorgio’s wedding two summers ago. I couldn’t take my eyes off you because I’d never seen a woman look at a man like you looked at him.”
    I remembered the first time Tony pointed Marco out to me. Although I’d thought Marco was incredibly handsome, I’d been a devoted wife who only desired my husband’s attention. At the time, I hadn’t known who Marco was or that Tony had gone to work for the organized crime boss. It was later that night that Tony informed me of the true nature of his new job, and when I voiced my displeasure, I paid for it.
    “That may have been the last time I looked at Tony like that,” I confessed. “He cracked two of my ribs that night.”
    Marco hissed his displeasure. “You should have come to me.”
    Seriously? The man scared the shit out of me, and he thought I should’ve come to him with my problems? Still, he was staring at me like he was actually waiting for an answer. Hell. I decided to be completely honest with him. “I don’t think it would have been a good idea to go to my husband’s scary boss with that information.”
    “You find me scary?” Marco asked, pressing his palm against his heart. “You wound me. I will admit that I’m not a nice man when it comes to business, but my business is with your husband, not you.”
    I couldn’t help but smile. The man was just so damn charming.
    “Come.” Marco guided me to an expensive-looking sofa beside the fire. “Let me prove that you have nothing to fear from me.”
    I sat on the couch and wondered what would happen next. Oddly, after spending only a few moments in his company, I was starting to feel more at ease. It wasn’t only Marco’s outward smile and soothing words that comforted me, but the way